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...He does. There was a very stressful gathering of the Jedi and their associates where it was discussed openly. It went. [A beat.] Well. Enough.

[She leaves his side to fill a small container of pills, painkillers. Mild for the day, stronger ones with a sedative property at night.]

... Well enough. [He repeats slowly; hopefully that sounds like it's supposed to. That things were actually good going.] You're hoping thing's'll go smoothly for him here in Luceti?

[He itches his head.]

I'm from 2003, so I'm not exactly sure how it all goes...

We are hoping to avoid the birth of a Sith Lord, yes. Without Palpatine, it is unlikely that Anakin will fall. He has Obi-Wan and Luke, and the support of those he has befriended in the village.

[She offers both bottles over.]

Yellow lid during the day for mild pain. White at night so you are able to sleep. You are not to consume alcohol while you are on this medication. Understand?

[Sheesh, he's not a raging Star Wars fan. Some of this is just going right over his head. But... he's at least glad that they won't have a Darth Vader on their hands. He slowly attempts to slink up to his feet, easily slipping the IV drip from his arm before putting out a hand to take the bottles.]

Sure, sure.

Thanks a lot for the help, doc. I appreciate not being able to feel my arm.

[... Half-naked. Gonna have to walk around outside, in the cold, without a decent shirt. Crying a river internally.]

[Adele reaches out, resting a hand on his good shoulder, and gives him a look.]

You are spending the night here, Doyle, and I am going to keep you on fluids for the rest of the night as well. You have lost quite a bit of blood.

... Stay.

[His eyes scroll in a circle, surveying the room. Impersonal, reeks of injury treating supplies, a place that has generally made him shudder ever since he was a very small boy.

Nope, nope. Nope.]

In the clinic?

[... I will fight this.]

Can't I just rest nice and tidy on my couch?

You are to remain overnight for observation, Doyle.

[It wasn't the perfect option, but it was better than letting him walk home.]

We have proper rooms in the back.

Would a whiny rebuttal get me out of this?

A whiny rebuttal will get you slapped upside the head.

...

But dooooctor, who'll water my plants and take out my trash?

[#worth it]

[her hand darts up, and he gets a quick, sharp slap right upside the head.]

American idiot.

[He laughs and puts a hand on his poor little head, grinning like an American idiot should. THE TITLE, IT BOTHERS ME NOT.]

Sure am, sure am.

...

Soooo sneaking out of my window in the middle of the night is out of the question, then?

Hypothetically.

...

I will tie you to your bed, Rick. And you will not enjoy it.

Shit... I can either choose a night without uncomfortable restraints, or a night where I can tell everyone Doctor Leblanc tied me to a bed. Decisions...

Who said the restraints would be uncomfortable. Some of us know what we're doing when it comes to restraining troublesome patients.

Well, yeah, but the more uncomfortable they are, the harder it'll be for me to escape them.

I think you underestimate my abilities in this area, Rick.

[He takes a step toward her, grinning down at her.]

I think you underestimate my track record with infirmaries and my love for a good challenge, doc.

[Negotiation underway.]

If the bed's cozy enough, how about we just settle on one handcuff to the rail and call it even?

[Jokingly said, of course, but he did have training in handcuff lock-picking... Just sayin'.]

[She has to tip her head back to maintain eye contact but remains undeterred.]

You will stay the night, with an IV to replace what you've lost. If I have to sit with you all night to be certain, I will.

[Handcuffs. Hmm. She thinks about that a moment.]

Hmm...request denied. Rope or nothing.

Rope?

[His shoulders slouch immediately.]

I'll get rope-burn! Then you'll have to treat me again. Are you trying to literally rope me into more treatments?

Oh dear. You've caught onto my nefarious plot to have you in the clinic for my personal enjoyment. Whatever shall I do?

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