bubosquared | When Zombies Attack: Intermission (Reply)

Intermission: Strange Things Afoot At The Circle K

"Look, you know I wouldn't even ask you if there was any other way," Spoony argued. "But his leg's already started healing wrong -- even I can see that -- and if we don't fix it now, he'll be crippled. We can't afford to have someone sitting around unable to pull their weight, not if it's avoidable."

Which was, strictly speaking, not entirely true, of course. There'd be something Linkara would be able to do, even without the use of his leg, and he wouldn't be kicked out to fend for himself, but still. Especially now that they apparently had more than just the zombies to worry about, he really wanted as many people fit for fighting as possible. If he had to deploy a little emotional blackmail to achieve that, so be it.

The other man shot him a scornful look. "What is this 'we', kemo sabe? I'm not part of your little wannabe army, remember? As you keep telling me, the only reason you're wasting supplies on me is because I might find a way to fight the zombies."

Spoony sighed. He hadn't actually made that particular argument in months, but trust the man to hold a grudge.

"Anyway, as I've told you before, I'm not that kind of doctor."

"You're the closest we have," Spoony pointed out, trying not to snap in frustration. "Look, just have a look at the damn meds and tell me how much to use so I don't accidentally kill him, and I'll do it myself, okay? No need to bring him down here, that way."

That earned him another scornful look. "That'll just make it worse, you realise." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. Fine, I'll have a look at the meds and see if I can find something in the books. If I can, I'll do it -- as long as he's kept unconscious while he's here. He isn't exactly the most likely person to react reasonably about this, you know."

"I know, I know," Spoony said soothingly, patting the other man on the shoulder. "Trust me, I'm not exactly happy about this, either. Anyway, he'll never know. I'll take all the credit -- sorry -- and you'll be safe and free to keep experimenting and doing ... whatever. How's that going, by the way?"

His only answer was a noncommittal shrug.

"Right, same as before, then. Let me know if you need anything; I'm going back up before anyone misses me." The other mad had already turned back to his equipment, and Spoony was halfway up the stairs when he hesitated, turned, and said, "Hey!"

"Now what?"

"Thanks."

"... Sure."