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Who:

hippocraticly
What: A routine physical. If your typical patient is a giant talking turtle.
When: Backdated to Saturday the 14th.
Where: The Battle Dome clinic.
Summary: Don goes to a real doctor for the first time ever, Leo provides moral support, and McCoy has a normal day at the office.
Rating: G, probably.

They're not expecting him. He doesn't have to be there at any particular time. If he changes his mind, he doesn't have to go at all.

So Donatello walks slowly from House 55 to the Battle Dome. He loiters in the lobby, peeking through windows to see who's using the rooms. He generally drags his feet as much as possible, until he senses that Leonardo is running out of patience with his ambivalence. He takes a deep breath, and asks himself if he really wants to do this.

He finds that he does.

He climbs the stairs with a renewed sense of purpose and enters the clinic, looking around, absorbing everything. He's never done anything like this before, and it's not immediately obvious how he's expected to announce himself. Should he go through the inner door, that presumably leads to the examining rooms? Should he sit here and wait to be noticed? Is he supposed to put his name on a list?

He looks anxiously at Leo, because looking anxiously at Leo is what he usually does when he needs strategic direction. Help him, Fearless Leader.

((Don -> Leo -> McCoy?))

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Leonardo still isn't all that comfortable with the idea himself. Despite being strong for Don. Every time his brother hesitated, he fought down the urge to suggest they go back home. If they did, they might not come back for some time. He pauses when they step into the clinic itself. Even in the 'lobby' there's the sterile smell of a hospital. A smell that's unfamiliar to him. He takes a calming breath and walks into the clinic, looking around.

He moves around the lobby, seeing if there's anything there telling them what to do. He looks at Don at the anxious look, which only strengthens his own resolve.

"We should let them know we're here." He wonders just how often this place is actually used.

What with the presence of healing magic, filial spirits and other magical artes McCoy doesn't really (take patience to) comprehend, the battle dome clinic could be summed up as seldom used. It doesn't mean he skirmishes responsibility though -- unpredictable place and all that -- and when McCoy hears the rumblings of a conversation near the entrance, he comes out to see who it is.

"Thought I heard someone sneaking around out here."

Don whirls around when the door opens, his nervousness making him jumpy. All his instincts are telling him to fight, or run, or maybe both, but with an effort of will he overrules them, pastes on a friendly expression, and tries to make his voice come out in something like a normal register.

"We - I want to see a doctor!"

(Nope. Nothing like normal.)

Leo turns at the sound of the door too, tensing up and ready. Only to relax a little at seeing McCoy. He puts a hand on his brother's shoulder though, trying to calm him down.

"Does he need to sign in or anything?" Leo's just here for support, really. Don't mind the dumb questions Leonard, they've never been inside a real clinic, much less to see a doctor.

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He's notices how skittish the other two are and he probably isn't helping his case with a scowl darkening his face. Having to sign your name into a clinic? Well, that sounds like such a twenty-first century concept to him and he shakes his head.

"Not in my infirmary. Let me get rid of this first--" He nods his head at the disinfectant mop in one hand and waves his hand at a couple of chairs, "-- then we can start."

Don hedges a moment, glances nervously at Leo, then sits in the indicated seat like the fate of his clan depends upon it. While he's waiting, though, he'll be fiddling with everything in reach, possibly including the gear hidden in his belt, the chair itself, and even Leo's bandana tails. He might be just a little on edge.

"All right." He says to Leonard, and follows his brother to the chairs, sitting down too. He watches Donny fiddle with stuff, letting out nervous tension. "You can do this Donny." He says quietly. That's not to say he's not checked where the exits are, and what could be used as weapons if they had to.

McCoy would like to avoid another physical assault while he's just trying to do his job, thank you very much. And he'll have to concentrate on sterilizing the facilities for Ingrid after he's finished with Donatello and Leonardo.

He's actually a little bemused that two humanoid turtles want a check-up, but McCoy guesses he'll probably enjoy finding out the biological make-up of a homo lacertae. It isn't like Starfleet medical has an abundance of files for him to research on back home. This is going to be a learning corner for him and he doesn't leave the brothers for long.

If Don knew McCoy was busy with a person with a severe immune deficiency, he would gladly get out of his way and come back another time. But he doesn't, so when the doctor returns Don simply looks up at him, waiting to be told what to do next.

No, he won't hurt McCoy, unless the guys got like assassin's hidden in here or something waiting to pop out and attack. Leo would do the same as Don. But hey, they take showers daily. Hell, more then once a day. At least they don't live in the sewers anymore?

He waits too, watching McCoy.

The turtles might recognize his medical tricorder because of the resemblance to Scotty's invention (not because it was a prop in a television show) and he pauses. Should he tell Donatello to lie down so he can perform a scan? ... What if he can't get up again? Shell and all that. Ah, hell.

"I'm going to take some superficial scans." He explains to the brothers after coming to a decision. "And when that's done, I'll tell you the readings I get. How does that sound?"

Don glances around. "Right here?" Because this looks to him like a public waiting room, and it could be awkward if someone else walks in.

"And, ah - just me." Leo's only here to do the protective-older-brother thing.

"I'm just here for support." Leo says, he's probably got his wings laying so they mostly cover his shell wound too. He doesn't want to be poked or scanned today, if he can help it.

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Works for me. xD

fashionably late! sorry guys

Fff, doctors. Always running late.

Fff, you'd think in a place that's hardly used, they'd be on time! XD

NEVER

He's a doctor AND a janitor, it slows him down

Good point!

he longs for the day the janitor from scrubs arrives

Katt, forget Data, app that janitor

Why don't you app him? Lol

Data ♥

Yes Data /dodges the question >.>

Data is awesome. :D ♥