Log:Patient for Doctor Walker-Daniels

Recommissioned 2020/07/23 Slinger Grimm 4

It's late in the evening. There's a wave of dark whispers in the living room of Grimm's home, and then a groan, and then Gabrielle flops onto her couch without looking.

Slinger is in the basement, hanging from the ceiling with a screwdriver in hand and lodged into the side of one of his webslingers.

He senses movement upstairs but no innate danger- which only can mean one thing- his bestie is home!

He drops to the ground- easily bounding to the stairs now that all of his Resurrection Tech is Porter's Problem now. Of course he spent a good deal of his recouped funds on various barrels of chemicals & a host of other equipment to facilitate his new requirements.

All in all its about 40% better- and that means just a few sheets can cover it all up pretty quickly.

A hot second later, Slinger bursts onto the main floor.

"Oh look at that- I was just about to pour myse..." He stops mid-sentence to look Grimm over. "You look like you just got run over by a train. Did I miss happy hour or something?" He asks as flippantly as Daemon ever could.

Grimm is face down on the couch and half sprawled, her right arm and leg hanging off the edge. Her hair and clothes are damp and smell of the sea. She turns her head his way. There's still a bit of dried blood at the corner of her mouth.

"I got punched by Paragon," she croaks, sounding like death warmed over even after the healers patched her up at the clinic. "After...after she...killed...Porter," she says with difficulty.

"Holy schick!" Slinger exclaims. "Seriously- do you ever take a day off?" He asks without a trace of irony considering that was a question she's asked him plenty of times.

Then it hits him.

"What do you mean /killed/ him?! How? Why? I knew I should have kept working through that old buggy system while I ahd access to ... doesn't matter." He says, getting carried away by a tangent for a moment.

He removes the screwdriver from his webslinger and moves it to another cylinder. He uses it to pop it open and inside the rubberized interior is a hidden cavity. He holds his forearm vertical and catches the package inside and closes it back up.

He opens that package to reveal a three perfectly rolled joints and a lighter.

He rolls his mask up and pops one of the joints in his mouth and lights it.

He gets it cherried and puts it on the table in front of Grimm before walking to the kitchen to get something to help clean the blood off of her mouth.

"Day off? What's that?" Gabrielle moans wistfully. Maybe she learned it from him.

She nods weakly at his followup. "She just...snapped his neck," she shudders and tries curling up a bit, which doesn't really work when you're on your stomach. "She wasn't communicating or acting like herself at all. He was trying to stop her from stealing some tech stuff."

She rolls over to flop on her side, rubbing her face. "His daugther was there. Thank god that other hero was there to prevent her from seeing that. < Bleep >. Radical showed up and tried to help. But then Paragon leapt away with Porter's body and the tech. I teleported after them while she was mid-air across the bay, and then she practically shoved her fist through my ribcage and broke everything."

Her hand drags off of her face and she blinks as she sees the left behind and offered joint. She reaches for it and grasps it between thumb and forefinger. "I almost passed out and fell in the bay. Luckily I was able to get to the surface," she takes a puff and holds it. Then exhales the rest of her sentence. "And just barely managed to teleport to shore, and then---" she gets that far before coughing.

Slinger listens as he gets a clean dish towel and wets it with warm water. He then reaches up into the cabinet.

He is gone just long enough for her to begin coughing, holding a glass of water on one hands and the warm damp towel, clenched tightly in the other to keep the heat from escaping.

"Christ. Thank goodness she didn't see that." He agrees as he sets the glass down on the table and waits for an opportunity to get to that caked blood at the side of her mouth. "Not enough therapy in the world for that." He adds.

"Maybe from now on we'll call for backup before chasing after the woman who can bench press a city block and is literally built like two Mac trucks? Yeah?" He asks, his voice seeomg to go higher with every few words. "And then we might not be here, looking like death warmed over, yeah?" The pitch continues heigthening. Its clearly a bit.

He pats her on the shoulder gently, giving her a compassionate look that would be hidden to just about anyone but her thanks to his mask.

Grimm coughs a little more and sits up. "I can't imagine her living in that family and not already having a therapist," she says hoarsely. "Hell, -I'm- considering maybe it's time for therapy," she shakes her head at the floor, then looks up at Slinger.

"Yeah. Okay. That sounds fair," she smirks weakly at the continuously increasing pitch. What catches her off guard is the compassionate look on his face. But she smiles in gratitude for it, nonetheless.

"So, any luck with your body?" she asks. Talk about not taking breaks. She's still damp from the ocean and a little bloodied from coughing up blood. It's just one thing to the next for her to avoid thinking on her own issues.

So many thoughts race through Slinger's minds. All of them various levels of sarcasm ranging from the delightfully facetious ("Oh you don't say?") to the much more caustic ("You're years behind on that front, Gabby.") but all Slinger gives is a thoughtful, "Mmmhmm. Probably wouldn't hurt."

With her sitting up he manuevers into a posiiton in front of her and crouches low to bring her bloodied mouth to his eyeline.

He reaches up gingerly and dabs at the blood around her mouth.

"Luckily for you, I just rolled some fresh therapy and Doctor Walker-Daniels is in the house and seeing patients by the glass." He says, almost cooing at her, likely leaving her to wonder just how you can reprogram yourself to have any bedside manner when Daemon was previously completely devoid of it.

"So you're stuck with this useless sack for a bit longer... and so am I. I miss having sliders to turn the yammering down." He adds as he puts a bit more pressure to get a particularly encrusted spot on Grimm's pale skin.

Still for someone who could put his finger through a normal with little effort he is very gentle.

Grimm flinches a little in surprise as he dabs at her mouth. It only takes a little work and dabbing to wipe it away. It's just so weird to have him be...kind? Almost tender? So weird. Even weirder that he programmed himself to be that way. She didn't think him capable of it. "Doctor Walker-Daniels is exactly what I need right now."

A brow pops up. "You had sliders for that?" she asks incredulously.