Way to go me...

Posted on Fri Oct 18th, 2019 @ 1:54pm by Lieutenant Commander Carolyn Corrigan MD

650 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Episode 100 - A Hatred of Atonement
Location: Kitty O’Shea’s
Timeline: MD2, 1710

With a broom in one hand, Kitty O’Shea paused her clean-up efforts to cast a well trained eye around the bar. After a lot of mostly minor repairs and cleaning, the Irish bar owner was feeling much better. Almost as if every sweep of the brush swept away memories of the day before. The repetitive task soothing and familiar.

There was a thud followed by a string of cursing. Turning she saw her husband, nephew and a few of the regulars finally fit the replacement glass and secure it in place. Clearly feeling as if they had accomplished a major feat, she watched Jimmy go behind the bar and serve up a round of drinks.

“Liam O’Connor, do not bleed over my clean floors!” Kitty cried out when she saw her nephew nursing his left hand. Gesturing to the back room, she shooed him out of the main bar. “There is a medical kit under the sink...”

“Sounds like I came just in time.”

Glancing towards the entrance, Kitty smiled and waved towards the door. “Oh, hello Carolyn dear. Well, yes, if you wouldn’t mind and I’ll go sort you some dinner.”

“I’m a grown man,” Liam grumbled in exasperation as he headed into the back room to clean the wound. He stood, watching as the water flowed over the palm of his hand, the water stained with blood as it continued to flow into the sink and the away. It stung like all hell at first but he’d felt worse.

Leaning down he opened the cupboard and pulled out the medical supplies his aunt stored there. Propping it on the shelf nearby he flipped the lock to let the lid pop open.

“Here, let me help,” Carolyn offered, coming up beside him and rummaging through the pack until she had what she needed. Turning off the water she shot him a look, daring him to challenge her with his hand sliced open. “You can always lie and say you fixed it on your own. I won’t tell, promise.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Pretty crazy few days, huh?” Carolyn asked as she worked quickly to stem the bleeding before sterilising the wound.

“Didn’t picture myself fighting like that again,” Liam admitted after a moment. He watched her work before saying, “you have a magic gentle touch, you know that? Carolyn? What’s wrong?”

Shaking her head, snapping out of her memory of Andy’s visit. “Sorry, just ... I had a patient today who said something similar.”

“Well you do,” he smiled, crooked and disarming smile on full power.

Carolyn sighed as she used the dermal reginerater to repair the layers to tissue and skin cells. “It was Andy.”

“Maybe I should punch him out a few times,” Liam muttered. “Or didn’t you say Dr Hades is fond of airlocks?”

“He is but not a word to him,” Carolyn warned. “He has more than enough on his plate. Especially today.”

“Carolyn that man is -“

“One man. Try not to worry, okay?” She told him, deactivating the device and letting go of his hand. ”Got time to have something to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” he sighed, fury beginning to burn in the pit of his stomach. “Thanks for patching me up.”

Repacking the kit, Carolyn frowned. “My pleasure. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll be around here somewhere,” Liam said, distracted.

Taking a deep breath, Carolyn snapped the lock closed on the kit. “Maybe later then. Say sorry to Kitty for me. I’m not as hungry as I thought,” she told him as she headed for the door.

“Carolyn wait! I didn’t mean to sound like I didn’t want to -“ Liam began, but by then the door had slammed shut in his face.

“Way to go me,” Liam groaned, slumping back against the sink.


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