johns and chips

[theguideless]

Date & Time: 3/10
Location: From the Hold to the clinic
Characters: Two Johns (of the Egbert and Watson varieties) and a Marty, but not the magical one
Summary: Chip removal and y'know. Meeting people and things.
Warnings: What



It had been nice to forget about chips and...and a lot of everything for a little while. Just a little while. Martin was going to make it a lot of a while, had he not suddenly agreed to meet a stranger about those chip problems. Truth be told, he wasn't paying very good attention to what he was doing until it was done, and he found himself sitting and staring at a complete conversation about going places and...and doing things – things of a particularly undesirable nature. After playing impromptu surgeon with Bariyan days before, Martin had a very poor idea of how things were going to go, and he really didn't want to bother with it.

But I said I'd go... And the least he could do was try and follow through, wasn't it? The dimmest hope was there'd be little fuss at all and he could go back to hiding for the remainder of the weekend; he wasn't even thinking about how hiding was the last thing he ought to be doing. It had been a pretty exhausting couple weeks!

More problems bubbled up as he waited, rocking on his heels and bouncing in and out of a lean against the Hold's outer wall. I don't know what John looks like...or...or what he is. If it turned out to be another dragon situation, Martin was just going to have to pass on the whole outing.

He stopped fidgeting, hugging his arms and squinting around. Maybe he'll just...look like a John.

He frowned.

That's...that's silly. What would a John even look like? Should I ask if I see somebody?

He sure hoped he wouldn't have to. How awkward.

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[doctorly]

John first nods, with the option of sleep gone he knew already what to have ready. "Freeze it?" There's a slight quirk of his brow, he couldn't be sure what he was referring to. Whether the chip or the pain. But by needle he can only guess, "I'm gonna provide anaesthesia so you won't feel a thing, just in the area of where the chip is. It's true when they say if you don't think about it it'll be over before you know it." He gives a reassuring smile, they're still kids and usually during this time a parent should keep company with nerves like this.

He also gestures for Martin to sit at the table nearest the wall, so he doesn't have to stand throughout this. The doctor is making to move behind John with a strolling tray with the needed items for the procedure. Briefly he glances to Martin, because he's going to be asking this question to him as well when it's his turn, "Now first I want you to tell me if you have any medical conditions, it's best for me to know before I start anything."

[theguideless]

Obediently, Martin moved where told, though not eager to sit right away. He does, eventually, a little absently, with his attention on the Johns. He blinks, pulling an awkward face when given attention, keeping his mouth shut and listening.

'Medical conditions...' I'm not a person, I don't know if that counts, he thought uneasily.

[mesovortice]

"I'm allergic to peanuts? Dunno dude, that's all that comes to mind." He laughs a little, nervously rubbing his eye. He hopes for it to really be as quick and easy as the doctor says it will be, and he trusts him-- but there are nerves anyways.

[doctorly]

John nods with a small smile quirked, "That's fine, might be good to know." Yeah he'll write that down on a file. Never know when someone could have an allergic reaction. He takes the shot in hand and dabs a cotton with alcohol on the spot of the boy's back, "This'll only be a pinch."

And done, quick as the needle poked in and pushed the anaesthesia in to rid any feeling done on his back. Now to wait for it to kick in, which he glances to Martin in the meanwhile. "What about you?"

[theguideless]

Martin grimaced, having watched the strange substance disappear from the needle. Inside. Not good.

He did a double-take back to the doctor, staring blankly as he put the question into context. What about...what? Oh. His mouth twitched, head shaking.

"No, it doesn't...count for me," he said. "Sorry. Nothing goes in. Just the, the knife. Please."