John Watson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jumpthegun) wrote2016-04-04 09:15 pm
jumpthegun) wrote2016-04-04 09:15 pm
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You've reached Dr. John Watson. Please leave a message.
You've reached Dr. John Watson. Please leave a message.
Yes. I am. Are you going to stop Sherlock going into the morgue?
[John's voice is quiet, clipped. You are not on his favorite people list right now, Sylar.]
[John's voice is quiet, clipped. You are not on his favorite people list right now, Sylar.]
[So much is happening all the time. But sure, he can pretend he's fine and level.]
Sure, Al. What is it? How are you doing?
[He'd seen the other doctors replying to Al in his message, so he hadn't felt compelled to add more of the same advice. Doesn't mean he isn't concerned.]
Sure, Al. What is it? How are you doing?
[He'd seen the other doctors replying to Al in his message, so he hadn't felt compelled to add more of the same advice. Doesn't mean he isn't concerned.]
[The temptation to tell Stein just to fuck off is nearly overpowering.]
You're rather lively for someone who turned up in the obituaries today. What did you lose?
You're rather lively for someone who turned up in the obituaries today. What did you lose?
Thanks for letting me know. I'll keep it close to the chest. Natasha talked to me, by the way. She wants to help with the Joker. And she said you told her about Pierce.
Yo, Watson!
How are you guys doing?
Zack and Kunsel made it back safe.
How are you guys doing?
Zack and Kunsel made it back safe.
[At least this is text. John's not sure he can take very much more social time tonight. He feels like he's talked to everyone in Norfinbury.]
We're all right. Bucky's still doing well. Glad to hear your lot made it back safe. Everything level on your end?
We're all right. Bucky's still doing well. Glad to hear your lot made it back safe. Everything level on your end?
[ As promised, she's letting him know where she is.
But probably not what she's up to for House--completely forgetting that part of the conversation with House was public. ]
John? I'm still headed to the pass. I'm in building 40 on House's map.
But probably not what she's up to for House--completely forgetting that part of the conversation with House was public. ]
John? I'm still headed to the pass. I'm in building 40 on House's map.
[John is anxiously watching the screen showing Sherlock and Sylar in the morgue after lockdown, so he barely registers the ping from Sheena. After a moment, he'll respond, though.]
Okay. I'm near the entrance. Building 62.
Okay. I'm near the entrance. Building 62.
[There's no response until the late evening because John hasn't felt compelled to find a replacement until talking with Tifa and Alfie. When he does finally see the message, he spends a good half-minute just silently crying in relief.]
Jesus Christ, Sherlock! If you ever do that again, I swear to God I will kill you.
Jesus Christ, Sherlock! If you ever do that again, I swear to God I will kill you.
[Thankfully, the note he has written on his tablet has reminded him to check back now that it's working again. It means he's in a constant state of panic and sorrow over his lost memories, but he's doing his best to work around it.]
I need you to tell me what happened yesterday. There are no records from the tablet for me to draw on.
[It takes a lot to admit that much weakness and ask for help, and he wouldn't with anyone but John.]
I need you to tell me what happened yesterday. There are no records from the tablet for me to draw on.
[It takes a lot to admit that much weakness and ask for help, and he wouldn't with anyone but John.]
[Well, thank god Sherlock's all right. It takes John a moment to figure out how to enhance the size of the text on his screen. This blurred vision isn't much helping the one-eyed issue.]
We were transported into what seems like it might have been a memory. Like your mind palace, but something physically there. It was a white facility made in the shape of a spiraling set of corridors. At the center was a big round room where we had to break through the ceiling and use a key card Mr. Andersen was given to get out.
The air tasted like blood in some places. And there were feet just outside the walls in others. Shuffling along. Does any of that sound the least bit familiar?
We were transported into what seems like it might have been a memory. Like your mind palace, but something physically there. It was a white facility made in the shape of a spiraling set of corridors. At the center was a big round room where we had to break through the ceiling and use a key card Mr. Andersen was given to get out.
The air tasted like blood in some places. And there were feet just outside the walls in others. Shuffling along. Does any of that sound the least bit familiar?
[ Forgive him for disturbing you so early in the morning, Watson; but this boy's up unusually early, craving some human interaction. He also owes Watson a word, anyway: ]
Dr. Watson, this is Hitsugaya. You don't need to answer this. I just wanted to thank you for helping Andersen in the labyrinth.
[ Because that injury is a mess that he wouldn't know how to clean himself. ]
Dr. Watson, this is Hitsugaya. You don't need to answer this. I just wanted to thank you for helping Andersen in the labyrinth.
[ Because that injury is a mess that he wouldn't know how to clean himself. ]
Hi, Hitsugaya. Sorry, would you mind if we use text? Ran into a little trouble after I met up with you lads and my voice is a bit hoarse.
[He was strangled. It sucked.]
I'm happy I was there to help, and you did wonderfully. Thank you very much for your help with him. That wouldn't have gone near as smoothly without you there.
[He was strangled. It sucked.]
I'm happy I was there to help, and you did wonderfully. Thank you very much for your help with him. That wouldn't have gone near as smoothly without you there.
[Let's ignore everything that happened in the end there, all the fighting, all the tension. Let's pretend that he isn't still keeping possible anger and issues from John, and talk about something else.]
Found a prescription for Sherlock today, thought you should know.
[Since John had mentioned what trouble he was having.]
Found a prescription for Sherlock today, thought you should know.
[Since John had mentioned what trouble he was having.]
[Dammit!]
Does it say who the prescribing doctor is on the label?
Does it say who the prescribing doctor is on the label?
[No one has good timing in John's life. Why should this be any different?]
For yourself or someone else?
For yourself or someone else?
Hey. I'm headed towards Al, and I'm planning on traveling with him and Ed. We're meeting up by the school, and I'm coming up from the police station at the entrance.
I mean, everyone who pays attention knows about me by this point, but I thought you'd want to know where I was.
I mean, everyone who pays attention knows about me by this point, but I thought you'd want to know where I was.
[John is being pulled in far too many very pressing directions. He should have checked in with Sylar sooner, especially after Al telling him about this plan.]
And you think you'll be safer being around a kid?
And you think you'll be safer being around a kid?
[Sorry did you think you were sleeping Watson? You aren't sleeping. Kid's call comes just before lockdown ends--he's been up anxiously rearranging the kitchen for a few hours and it hasn't done anything to settle his nerves, so...]
I am sorry I hung up on you, Dr. Watson.
I am sorry I hung up on you, Dr. Watson.
It happens.
[John just sounds tired. He hasn't slept, really. But he's been lying down, so that has to count for something.]
How are you feeling?
[John just sounds tired. He hasn't slept, really. But he's been lying down, so that has to count for something.]
How are you feeling?
when you have a moment doctor
[He's gone this long without bothering a physician, but he's been practically wringing his injured arm off from pain since the maze. He can't keep this up.
And, more importantly, he doesn't want to talk to House in regards to his health. So, to Watson it is.]
[He's gone this long without bothering a physician, but he's been practically wringing his injured arm off from pain since the maze. He can't keep this up.
And, more importantly, he doesn't want to talk to House in regards to his health. So, to Watson it is.]
[John isn't really expecting a message from Lutha after their last conversation, so he'll take it cautiously.]
I have a moment, sir. What is it?
I have a moment, sir. What is it?
Acknowledged.
Send updates as they come.
[For once, John isn't going to pry for information. He's a little surprised Bucky sent this to him first, instead of Nat. But John will take it.]
Send updates as they come.
[For once, John isn't going to pry for information. He's a little surprised Bucky sent this to him first, instead of Nat. But John will take it.]
Edited 2017-01-12 15:48 (UTC)
Good. Have you got him gagged or did you do something else?
[He means 'did you cut out his tongue, Bucky?']
I let Clint and Natasha know, by the way. We're all worried for you, Buck, but I'm glad you've caught hold of that bastard.
[He means 'did you cut out his tongue, Bucky?']
I let Clint and Natasha know, by the way. We're all worried for you, Buck, but I'm glad you've caught hold of that bastard.
[ Because text hurts his hands and because he can't stop thinking about it, an hour or two after their conversation on the obituary, Clint calls John. ]
I know you're going to tell me you're fine, so you might want to just skip past all that, since we both know how it's gonna go. You okay?
I know you're going to tell me you're fine, so you might want to just skip past all that, since we both know how it's gonna go. You okay?
[John immediately switches Clint over to voice-to-text on his end. He'd rather not have Sherlock and Dug listening in.]
I'm dealing with it. Thank you.
[That's the polite dismissal, Clint. Take it while you can.]
I'm dealing with it. Thank you.
[That's the polite dismissal, Clint. Take it while you can.]
[He's nearly positive this won't work, but he has no choice but to try Dr. Watson next, for the sole reason that he's the only other doctor that actually knows the truth about his body. If he has to go to the others, he'll have to tell them the truth.
Unfortunately, he has no idea that poor Dr. Watson is going through his own issues at the moment.]
Dr. Watson, it's Alphonse. I was wondering if you were far from the hospital?
Unfortunately, he has no idea that poor Dr. Watson is going through his own issues at the moment.]
Dr. Watson, it's Alphonse. I was wondering if you were far from the hospital?
[Walking in the snow doesn't lend itself to texting, but John's been keeping off of audio and video as much as possible lately. He sets his tablet to respond in text while he talks. There's a part of him that also just wants to ignore this. It's probably another plea for him to do a transfusion using Al's blood. John doesn't want to have the argument.]
I'm several days away and heading to Hsiaoke Pass. Is there a problem?
I'm several days away and heading to Hsiaoke Pass. Is there a problem?
We're currently heading back towards the hospital. There's someone with a death price that we're trying to help out.
[ It's not much, but Sylar is keeping his promise of informing Watson of his movements. That's good, right? ]
[ It's not much, but Sylar is keeping his promise of informing Watson of his movements. That's good, right? ]
[John doesn't actually get the message until much later that night when he has almost no interest in it. He knows he should. This is a serial killer. He's with a child. But the doctor can't summon up the will to do more than simply acknowledge the message.]
Fine.
Fine.
[He tries to type at first, purely out of habit, but his hand is shaking, progress is slow, and the situation is too fucking urgent for anything less than audio to be practical. He'll regret this, he's reasonably sure, but what the fuck else is new?]
John?
[His voice might be trembling too, just a little, and he curses under his breath before trying again.]
John, I—c-can you help?
[His teeth are chattering from cold and fear, but he has to get this out. He swallows audibly, then pushes forward.]
Pounce and I are hurt. I th-think it's frostbite, and...
[He shifts a little, and there's a hiss of indrawn breath.]
H-how do you set bone?
John?
[His voice might be trembling too, just a little, and he curses under his breath before trying again.]
John, I—c-can you help?
[His teeth are chattering from cold and fear, but he has to get this out. He swallows audibly, then pushes forward.]
Pounce and I are hurt. I th-think it's frostbite, and...
[He shifts a little, and there's a hiss of indrawn breath.]
H-how do you set bone?
[John is sitting in a warm bath, scrolling through the network when the message comes in. He feels a little guilty for the luxury when hearing and reading about other people's injuries... especially when they sound frantic like Karkat.]
I'm not sure who Pounce is. A pet? Are you the one with a broken bone? I'd need to see it to tell if it needs reset. And if it does, you'll need someone with hands to help out. Could you send me a picture of the broken limb and the frostbite?
First things first on the frostbite, are you anywhere with hot water?
I'm not sure who Pounce is. A pet? Are you the one with a broken bone? I'd need to see it to tell if it needs reset. And if it does, you'll need someone with hands to help out. Could you send me a picture of the broken limb and the frostbite?
First things first on the frostbite, are you anywhere with hot water?
Edited 2017-01-26 06:08 (UTC)
I need assistance with a medical procedure.
[Who is this? Stein?
He's the scary, mad one who talks like his world is a Japanese cartoon, right? Mary looks skeptical, and John more than shares her concerns. He's a cartoon. Not real. Is he real?]
What medical procedure?
He's the scary, mad one who talks like his world is a Japanese cartoon, right? Mary looks skeptical, and John more than shares her concerns. He's a cartoon. Not real. Is he real?]
What medical procedure?
do me a favor and dont stay dead
I feel less out of my depth, certainly.
[You're funny, Mary rolls her eyes.]
[You're funny, Mary rolls her eyes.]
Voice | @Summoner; Day 206 (After he's gone from the Station)
ninjainviolet
2017-02-02 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ She had seen his post, but there's no recrimination in her voice when she contacts him. ]
John... I'm awake now. How are you doing?
John... I'm awake now. How are you doing?
Edited (Changed the timeline) 2017-02-02 07:55 (UTC)
[Sheena. Oh, Christ... Sheena. The woman he flirted with would have to be in his dream, as well. Of course, she would.]
I'm alive. How are you doing?
I'm alive. How are you doing?
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