Confused!Peter for Desmond
Jun. 8th, 2010 05:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticEcho came in, trembling from a wound she kept covered with one hand. Blood stained her fingers, trickling down her arm even as she worked to stop the flow. Adelle guided the girl to a chair while Peter went to get wet cloths to clean away the blood. A first aid kit would be the next step but Desmond beat him to that.
“Looks like you suffered some mild lacerations,” Des muttered as he washed the wound and applied disinfectant. “Stitches won’t be necessary.” He applied a bandage with the skill of a professional. Echo thanked him, eagerly gulping down the glass of water Adelle provided.
Des turned to the faucet where he scrubbed his hands cleaned with antibacterial soap. Only after they were dry did he notice Peter staring at him. “What?” Des asked.
“Since when could you treat a cut so professionally?” Peter wondered. “And ‘mild lacerations’? Where did that come from?”
“I got a little upgrade,” Des responded sheepishly, tapping his finger to his temple meaningfully. “We needed a doctor, and Whiskey isn’t with us anymore…”
Peter didn’t know what to say. Topher offered many of them “upgrades” but Peter had chosen against it. It wasn’t like he needed the help, after all. But Desmond had chosen it, and he hadn’t even said anything. Peter wet his lips, struggling to come up with words, and only found four:
“Dr. Molloy is nice.”
“Looks like you suffered some mild lacerations,” Des muttered as he washed the wound and applied disinfectant. “Stitches won’t be necessary.” He applied a bandage with the skill of a professional. Echo thanked him, eagerly gulping down the glass of water Adelle provided.
Des turned to the faucet where he scrubbed his hands cleaned with antibacterial soap. Only after they were dry did he notice Peter staring at him. “What?” Des asked.
“Since when could you treat a cut so professionally?” Peter wondered. “And ‘mild lacerations’? Where did that come from?”
“I got a little upgrade,” Des responded sheepishly, tapping his finger to his temple meaningfully. “We needed a doctor, and Whiskey isn’t with us anymore…”
Peter didn’t know what to say. Topher offered many of them “upgrades” but Peter had chosen against it. It wasn’t like he needed the help, after all. But Desmond had chosen it, and he hadn’t even said anything. Peter wet his lips, struggling to come up with words, and only found four:
“Dr. Molloy is nice.”