[So far as Tom could tell there weren't any rules. Wonderland stank like a half breed between summercamp; half paradise, half constantly trying to kill everyone. Dear Mom and Dad, the counselors are insane. Please send guns.
The clinic was quiet, it's attending staff gone for the moment. But Tom was there, tending to himself. Normally he asked Martha to patch him up but he was pretty sure he could manage changing a few bandages. He's a big boy. He has to learn first aid sooner or later.
When Adam comes in Tom recognizes the footsteps but doesn't look up. He's got his back half turned from the door and is settled shirtless on one of the gurneys with a dozen packs of gauze and a bottle of antiseptic. From the back there's a small but angry looking exit mark. From the front it's far, far worse. Someone got to work on his top right side and from a first guess you might think they tried to skin him. There's not much reason to the wounds stretching across his shoulder and chest, but someone was definitely having fun.]
You know I think I'm getting the hang of this.
[Naturally he's mistaken Adam's quiet, cautious footsteps for Dr. Jones, and it's only after he speaks that he looks up and realizes the person entering is most definitely not Martha. He face drops.
Well. This is embarrassing.
But hey- Hasn't he seen this guy someone where before? And then it all clicks. In the hall. They'd had a run in which was more than a little bizarre but Tom hadn't thought much of it. He'd gathered that he'd been mistaken for Dean and left it at that. Dean's life isn't his business. He doesn't want it to be.]
Hey man. You alright? [The same thing he'd asked last time, knowing full well it was still a bad question. He'd ask if he was hurt but if he weren't then why come to the clinic?]
I think, uh. One of the doctors will be back in a second.
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I have no excuse except I am a bad person and got buried.
Date: 2013-12-05 10:48 pm (UTC)The clinic was quiet, it's attending staff gone for the moment. But Tom was there, tending to himself. Normally he asked Martha to patch him up but he was pretty sure he could manage changing a few bandages. He's a big boy. He has to learn first aid sooner or later.
When Adam comes in Tom recognizes the footsteps but doesn't look up. He's got his back half turned from the door and is settled shirtless on one of the gurneys with a dozen packs of gauze and a bottle of antiseptic. From the back there's a small but angry looking exit mark. From the front it's far, far worse. Someone got to work on his top right side and from a first guess you might think they tried to skin him. There's not much reason to the wounds stretching across his shoulder and chest, but someone was definitely having fun.]
You know I think I'm getting the hang of this.
[Naturally he's mistaken Adam's quiet, cautious footsteps for Dr. Jones, and it's only after he speaks that he looks up and realizes the person entering is most definitely not Martha. He face drops.
Well. This is embarrassing.
But hey- Hasn't he seen this guy someone where before? And then it all clicks. In the hall. They'd had a run in which was more than a little bizarre but Tom hadn't thought much of it. He'd gathered that he'd been mistaken for Dean and left it at that. Dean's life isn't his business. He doesn't want it to be.]
Hey man. You alright? [The same thing he'd asked last time, knowing full well it was still a bad question. He'd ask if he was hurt but if he weren't then why come to the clinic?]
I think, uh. One of the doctors will be back in a second.