May 30 06:29:57 106 PA.
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Mon May 30 06:29:57 106 PA.
Early hours of the morning and Maya's lab is open, the lights and music going and inside, Maya is at work. A white coat over her skirt and t-shirt, her hair plaited in the bunches, she is talking to a machine as she puts samples of blood inside it. She presses buttons, each one sounding with a beep, and closes the door on them. Her steps take her next to a table, large and shiny clean, covered in boxes which she begins to go through, her humming along with the music not entirely in tune but cheerful at the least.
A knock of the door precedes Ema entrance to the Lab, her hand holding her vividly bruised side. Her face is a pensive mask most of the time, the stoic visage shattered by the occasional wince as her movements tweak her injury, "Hello?" she asks to the void, hoping finally to have found assistance.
Maya isn't so absorbed in work that she doesn't hear the word, and she turns, her grin cheerful and happy as she does so. The grin doesnt' fade, so much as become fixed as her eyebrows flicker upwards. Professionalism wins out and she moves forward to help the other woman. "You are hurt." She states the obvious as she grabs a chair to offer her. "Leonard fight back?"
The effect maya's words have on Ema on noticeable, the recognition that flashes across her expression is obvious, if brief. "He wishes," she manages through almsot clenched teeth, "A little issue at the gym. The nurses were occupied with the other guy, so.." she shurgs, wincing painfully, "Here I am."
Maya gives her a steady look, assessing and then nods slowly. She turns, picking up some supplies to clean up the woman, returning to her side. "Where does it hurt? Can I expect him to arrive shortly?" The questions are spoken coolly, professionally, the recognition mutual.
"Uh, if you're a friend of Leo's," she says before a sharp intake of breath forces her to pause, "Maybe I should find someone else, this isn't life threatening I think.." her voice trails off as she starts to back out of the door, a small frown forming on her lips.
Maya's gaze sharpens, a frown between her eyes. "I don't bring personal into work. Not ever. You'll get the same treatment as anyone else." The words are sharp, and her hazel eyes narrow a fraction. "And I doubt very much you tied him down and sat on his cock. I believe he made the choice, and he was the one with the commitments." Blunt words.
Ema turns back to the woman and straightens, unhunching despite the pain to causes her as she walks into the room, allowing the door to close behind her, "The fact that you'd even use the word cock has me doubting you." she says, forcing her words through the pain, "The fact that you seem to know who I am has me more than a little concerned as well," another deep, sharp breath, "He's fine, and wasn't involved in this"
Maya lays out the supplies on her table, moving to the woman's side with a concerned frown on her face. "Sit. Before you fall down and make a mess of my lab. I can only think of one person involved in Leonard's mess who might worry about being treated by his friends." The tone is dry and she nods, the movement questioning. "Can I get on and treat you before you faint?" Maya's thoughts are equally open, and echo the hint of irritation and impatience in her last words.
Ema allows herself to be lead, sitting as directed as she watches you carefully,, "Listen, I don't know what he's told you, but we're good now, me and him, our situation is back to baseline." She takes another dep breath as she lifts her arm, revealing a dark and gruesome bruise on her ribs, "And if its Vix you're a friend of, and not Leo, then all I got to say is when this started, I was giving Vixen what she wanted."
"And I'm your doctor." Maya replies softly, giving the bruise a thoughtful look before she holds out her hand, the movement drawing a pair of gloves into her palm with a thought. She pulls them on before she reaches out to press lightly along the ribs, her forehead wrinkling in concentration. "Vixen and Leonard are both friends of mine. This is work." A clear separation of the two and she straightens, once again holding out her hand to call a small box to her. "Here, this will give you some pain relief." She draws up some fluid into a syringe, turning to look for signs of consent before giving it. "You've broken a couple of ribs. I can bind them, but you should go easy. Pain relief is about it."
Ema sighs her approval, the slightest hint a of a nod given as her eyes close, "Lovely, so I can pretty much assume the bare minimum of help that would cover you?" she sighs, frowning, "I don't know what either of them told you about me, but I can promise you they're both over-reacting.
"No, ribs don't heal with our help. You can assume the help I would give any patient, and I begin to resent the implication that it might be otherwise." She gives the injection, her face showing concentration for a moment before she opens her hand, releasing the syringe to float to the disposal unit. She straightens, glancing towards the door. "I can call another doctor for a second opinion." Her tone slips into the formal, her lips tightening.
Ema shakes her head, eyes opening slowly and searching for yours, "No, I'm sorry, I'm doing exactly what ..." she shakes her head, "I'm sorry I made an assumption," she winces as she offers a brief shrug, "a behavior that seems to be contagious. Nothing serious here then?" she asks, glacing at that mass of purpse and black that has formed on her torso.
"Only if you don't take it easy. Your ribs are broken here, and here." She demonstrates it against her own body, "If you dislodge them, you could puncture a lung." Blunt words as she calls a bandage to her hand, turning back to the woman to begin strapping those ribs up. "Keep taking the pain killers that I'll give you. There are no prizes for being a hero." She frowns as she works, concentration foremost in her mind.
"I'm sure i'll be fine, I just need a bit of time to gather myself and I can solve this issue." she rolls her shoulders, left and then right, "I just wanted to make sure I had that much time." she lets her large dark eyes fall on you, "A little pain reminds us of our mistakes, doesn't it? It tends to be an efficient teacher." eyes close as she attempts to twist left to right, testing the extent of the painkiller, "Don't judge me, miss. I don't know what you think you know, but its not the whole story."
The painkiller is quite effective as Maya promised and she turns towards a chest of medicines. "These should keep you comfortable but I can't give you many. This is a charity, you see. We have limited supplies." The brief explaination is just that, as she turns towards Emayn. "I'm Maya." She introduces herself, belatedly. "And really, you don't have to explain. It isn't my business." She scribbles instructions on the label and then holds out the small box of drugs. "I don't doubt I'm missing parts of the story. I just think it is a shame that Leonard threw away what he had."
Ema waves off the drugs, reinforcing her refusal to accept them with a shake of her head, "I don't want, nor need you charity, Maya. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't bleeding internally. The longer I hurt, the more I'll remember not to make the same mistake." she stands, her movements a bit less strained now that she's numb, "I assume you feel I'm to blame for it all, yes? The heartless, selfish home wrecker?" she attempts a chuckle, the pain turning it into something else. She turns and heads towards the door she entered from.
Maya shrugs, tossing the drugs back into the chest. "I assume Leonard is to blame for it actually." She replies quietly, folding her arms. "But you seem to want to set me straight, despite not knowing my opinion. So go ahead." She studies Emayn thoughtfully, her forehead wrinkled. "So go on. Hit me with it." Her gaze flickers down to the other woman's ribs, "Metaphorically speaking."
Emayn smiles a bit of a genuine smile. "I think i'm better off not getting into it. I don't gain anything, and you only have the potential to doubt a friend or two." her eyes close as she stops at the door, head tilting forward as she shakes it, "I'm the one to blame, lets just leave it at that, yeah? I'll try to avoid seeing you in the future. I'll save you the complication." her hand reaches out and grabs the door knob, and the door opens easily as she starts to head through.
Maya shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she collects up her supplies, clearing away. "And you get to keep the martyr act in place, and keep your massive assumptions about me." She observes, putting the things neatly away and turning back to the beeping machine. Pulling on a fresh pair of gloves, she begins to remove the small vials, one by one.
Ema turns and smirks at you, "Aren't you the quick witted one? Offering barbs as easily as a cure?" she takes a second, body moving to face you as she sizes you up, noticing for the first time how easy on the eyes you are, "My story? I'm not from the city. I got used to a certain way of doing things, and that seemed to work out well for me. I met a guy, I did what I thought was appropriate, and ended up being wrong. Very very wrong, as you seem to be aware." her smile fades a bit, "What is it you've heard?"
Maya calmly finishes her task, putting the vials to one side before she turns back towards the other woman. She peels the gloves from her, tossing them into the nearest rubbish bin. Her gaze narrows slightly as she studies the other woman, giving her a moment of consideration. "That Leonard slept with you when he was committed to Vixen." The simplified version, spoken bluntly, and another long considering look, then she continues softly. "Your ribs and the bruising is the extent of your injuries. If you want, I can ask another doctor to confirm. I understand your suspicions."
"Really?" she asks, the question hanging there, the vauge word all she utters for a moment. She turns as she starts to walk out again, "You play a dangerous game, and I can appreciate that, but one usually expects a bit more professionalism from their doctor." her face is neutral, though a hint of a frown bends her lips.
Maya lifts both her eyebrows, a flicker of irritation at the last words. "Really." She speaks bluntly, shaking her head. "I treated you as a patient, you asked me something as a person. When you ask me personal questions, I don't reply as your doctor." She lifts a hand, moving the vials lightly through the air to store them in a cooler. A flicker of amusement as she adds, "I am more than the sum of my parts." A light comment, in the tone of someone quoting.
One of the vials stops moving before it reaches it's destination, Ema's eyes briefly on it before they slide over to you, "Which part of you is the one that took a peek at my mind then, Hmmm? The professional? Or was it more personal curiosity?" something has changed in the woman, her voice has a slight chill to it.
Maya moves over, reaching to pluck the vial from the air before she turns back towards the other woman. "Much more personal. You'll note that I didn't do that until after you were treated and asked me something personal." She turns, placing the vial carefully into the cooler and closing the door. She gives the other woman a long silent look, thoughtfully.
"And that makes it alright? To take advantage of someone when they're vulnerable, asking for help?" she sneers, waving at you dismissively, "You city folk are all the same, lie and manipulate, take advantage of every situation." A look over her shoulder shows disgust for the briefest instanst, "Yet I'm the monster." she shakes her head, the door before her opening without her physical help.
"Asking for help?" The sharp comment from the doctor matches her step forward, the even temper simmering into life. "Doubting that I'd help you, that I'd let personal feelings interfere in my work, making massive assumptions over my beliefs and feelings. Get over the martyr complex, and try again. I've not said a thing to blame you for the mess with Leonard, nor called you a monster. You have some deep seated issues there." She turns away, tightened lips and frowning, stepping back to her computer, her back to the other woman. "And feel free to make a donation to the hospital for your treatment."
"Is their some handbook i wasn't give here? I've never lived in a city, i've been good, I've made changes where I had too, yet the one mistake.." she growls, "Fuck it, whatever, I think I've payed enough already." she walks out, door closing gently behind her.
