[ Backdated to yesterday, noonish. ]

[wise_ass]

Bert walks out of the sickbay with a small crowd, all of them having been nudged out by the doctors who needed time, space and a piece of silence for their examinations.

In the small waiting area just outside it, the remaining residents of the Proserpina are in varying states of bewilderment, panic and exhaustion. The people they've lost-- all of them, apparently, boasting some kind of magic ability, at least to Bert's limited understanding-- had been all been tracked down and brought into the sickbay; those left standing had done whatever they could to help John, Lauren, and Sherlock hook the patients up to the machines that might be able to save them.

And there's the matter of the clock to contend with, which hasn't disappeared, but just run down to zero.

"Is everyone all right?" he asks of the room at large, breaking up the alternating silence and whispered conversations. Of course they're not all right, but Bert can't stand to worry by himself in silence.

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Re: ASIDE TO THE DOCTORS

[dr_lauren]

"My name is Lauren," came the terse response (it was not the first time it had been directed at him), "or Doctor Lewis. Supplies are over in the cabinet. Marked supplies." She glanced over from where she stood by Erik's bedside, directing a hand in the right direction. "Help yourself." She had long since given up on trying to get him to vacate the sick bay and only hoped that he was as competent as his attitude made him out to be when it came to live patients.

[highfunctioning]

"Busy just at the moment -hands full."

He didn't drop the tourniquet, knowing as he did that Thor's physiology was much more interesting than Erik Lehnsherr's [and of course he remembered their names because they were test subjects at this point], and also because it had been just slightly more effort than he'd expected to find the vein in the first place.

That and he didn't want to.

"John."

[sharpshooting]

"What, Sherlock, yes, I'm here," John said impatiently, turning from the next bed as he made a note on the drop in Elphaba's blood pressure. Sherlock glanced up at him expectantly, and John gave an irritated huff, stalking over to the nearest rolling tray and dragging it behind him as he went back to Sherlock's side.

"Last time I'm playing fetch and carry," he warned. "There's enough work for five here and there's only three of us."

[highfunctioning]

Sherlock might have launched into a tirade pertaining to John's economy of motion or lack thereof, but his hands and mouth were both working on the next puzzle.

When he had two full vials of Thor's blood, he stepped back.

"Every hour?" He was addressing Lauren this time.

[dr_lauren]

It took her a moment to realise this, given she wasn't used to being addressed or even acknowledged by him. Eventually she looked up, eyebrows raised. "I'm sorry?"

[highfunctioning]

"Every hour." Lauren gave him a look that was so reminiscent of John that Sherlock understood without repeating himself a third time.

"New blood samples; we'll do well to have them every hour."

[dr_lauren]

"If you want to take the time to do that I can't stop you," Lauren told him, though her expression was dubious at best. "But don't you think there are better uses of our time? Analysing the samples we already have, for a start? And trying to find a way to reverse the damage?" It wasn't that she didn't understand the desire to be as rigorous as possible, but really, with nineteen patients and three of them - only two of whom were actual doctors, as far as she could tell - they couldn't afford such luxuries.

[highfunctioning]

"Obviously. Which is precisely why we should put the brainpower where it's needed most."

He was far too impatient to wait for John and Lauren to clear anyone else for him to 'monkey about with' as John so eloquently put it, so he grabbed the tray he'd been working on and headed for the lab, calling over his shoulder.

"Start with Zoe in twenty minutes, John." I'll be back.

[sharpshooting]

"I'll apologize, yet again, for him," John said, digging the heel of his hand into his eye, blowing out a weary breath through his nose. "I wish I could say he'll warm up to you, but." He shrugged. "The bitch of it is, he's usually right. I'll set a timer for twenty minutes. It doesn't seem like there's much more we can do now but keep them stable."