#the one where doc picks him up and spins him around makes me unreasonably happy i love being an artist!!!!
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drawing your favorite guys being silly is very effective at keeping The Horrors at bay
bonus doc from a different canvas:
#back to the future#bttf#bttf fanart#marty mcfly#doc brown#emmett brown#kit does an art#yeah i have ten million other things i should probably be drawing instead (rip askbox left to dry...) but#sometimes you just need to draw your favorite guys giving each other physical affection. actual health benefits from this. would recommend#was feeling The Horror beforehand and then i drew them hugging and suddenly The Horror was gone! scientifically proven [citation needed]#the one where doc picks him up and spins him around makes me unreasonably happy i love being an artist!!!!#some of the other little doodles were just bc i still had the doodle bug but didn't want to commit to another big drawing haha#when in doubt give them the dotdotdot expression#the first drawing is based off of this gifset i saw of mjf jumping into other people's arms#good gifset. will need to look for it again. that man can jump#it's also a redraw! i drew the same thing when i first fell into this fandom hole#but that was before i knew how to draw them 100% so i never posted it haha#i love their stupid antennae. especially docs. he can go ! and ? and sometimes <3 it's so funny to me i love that thing#the one where he's sending radio waves to marty is soo stupid i keep laughing when i look at it#'marty. do not listen to that guy call you a chicken. stay calm' 'shit the signal's weak he didn't get my message'#tag as ship and a plague of locusts will be upon ye.#and yes. they are invasive and WILL wreak havoc on your local native wildlife
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Doctor Naveau isnât happy with her new charge. Following up on @phylopheâs piece from last night ahahahah.
Will probably do more on their misadventures in the hospital at some point.
Sheâs content. The past couple of years have been good to her, and sheâs grateful to be working in a safe environment. It makes it easier for her to concentrate on everything sheâd need to know to take the boards.
She especially hates when her colleagues tease her for her family name, and for the way she seems to remember everything by sight. My photographic memory does me no good if Iâve no idea how to use the knowledge, sheâd said.
Despite occasionally missing the thrill and excitement of going on tour, she has to admit that things have been good. Thereâs no shortage of patients to work on in the teaching hospital, with many surgical cases specially diverted to them. Sheâs successfully provided ideas for working around seemingly inoperable cancers. She handles Emergency Room traumas on her own. The attendings trust her with minor surgeries.
Sheâs just scrubbing in for a spinal realignment surgery when her attending pokes his head out of the OR. âSorry, Naveau, youâre out. Chief wants you on a patient.â
She protests, but her attending is adamant. When the Chief of surgery tells you to do something, you do it.
The directions lead her to a private ward on the eighth floor. Sheâs never been there; itâs reserved for the crème de la crème of society: politicians, high-ranking officers in the army, foreign diplomats, celebrities, and such. The nurses point her in the direction of the room, and sheâs wondering what pompous ass she has to kiss to get the job done when she sees who it is.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
He grins at her. âLong time no see! And youâre still the cutest lady doc in this place.â
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Heâs not really here. Youâre just imagining things. Youâll open your eyes and itâll be some fat politician and not this jerk, with his stupid-ass smile, and his stupid-ass mouth.
âAre you blinking back tears because youâre happy to see me? Aww, Naveau. Give us a kiss.â
Irritated, she turns on her heels and marches back at the nursesâ station. This has got to be a mistake. She knows itâs not. But it doesnât hurt to try. âExcuse me, you sure this is right? Room 804?â
The nurse smirks at her. âExactly the one, Naveau. Chief said to expect you. Welcome to the glamour floor.â
Shit.
Heâs still smirking when she returns, lying back on his bed with the television remote in one hand. âCome on, you used to be so much nicer to me. What happened? Did this cushy life of ease and comfort spoil you for everyone?â
âNo,â She reaches for his chart, scowling. âYou did. What the hell did you do to yourself this time?â He doesnât say anything, and she flips over the front page angrily. âRight, I forgot. Classified information. Whatâre you doing here, anyway? I can think of a million other hospitals with better facilities to deal with whatever youâve got going on here.â
âIâm donating myself to science as a specimen. You should be grateful. You want to learn, donât you?â He looks her over, the singular uncovered eye lingering on her ringlets. She turns her back to him. âMy body is ripe for your education.â
âDonate yourself to another hospital,â She grumbles half-heartedly. His chart is a mess. She recognises her own name and division on some of his notes, and below those, page after page detailing his most recent surgeries and procedures. When she scans them through, sheâs slightly alarmed by the sheer volume and difficulty of the work heâs had done. Good lord, howâs he even alive? âSays here youâre due for some minor procedures and rehab. Psych evaluations over the next month. Youâll also need to work with a rehab therapist to get your limbs moving again.â
âThatâs you, dearie,â The glee is evident in his voice. âI trust youâll make a good walking prop.â
Wait, what? She spins around, eyes widening. âI donât have time for you, Iâm supposed to be studying for the boards. Iâm a doctor, damn it, not your nursemaid.â
Heâs eyeing her employee tag, and she swipes it away impatiently. âYour Chief seems to think itâd be good for us both in this regard. Heâs been brought up to speed about our past, and agrees that itâs best for my rehabilitation to work with someone whose touch Iâm already familiar with.â His grin deepens. She wants to shake him until all his teeth fall out. âIncidentally, you look cute with long hair. Sweeter. But I like you sassy this way too.â
âDonât get used to it,â She growls. âIâve got to see a man about an ass.â
âWhatâs the problem here, Naveau?â
The Chief of surgery is an imposing man. Not unreasonable, but imposing. Sheâs somewhat aware that it mustâve taken some kind of arm twisting for him to agree to this arrangement. She feels bad for that, but sheâs still furious.
âIâd like to be taken off the Sagen case.â She fists her hands over her lap. âIâm not sure Iâm equipped to do what Lieutenant Sagen needs. If you need an Ortho consult, Iâd be happy to fax his files to my brother. It would be better for both the patient, and myself.â
âHe asked for you,â The old man says, leaning forward. Thereâs a single streak of silver running down the side of his head, and sheâs reminded of the old Mafia movies she used to watch. The comparison doesnât make her feel any better. âYouâre familiar with him, so we all decided it would be the best fit. You should be honoured. Dâyou know how many residents would kill for this kind of experience?â
The only person Iâm going to kill is that asshole.
She grits her teeth. âWith all due respect, sir, Iâll be specialising in Trauma. Wouldnât it be more beneficial to pair him up with the Ortho and Psych hopefuls?â
âNobody cares what youâre planning to specialise in,â The old manâs eyes gleam. Sheâs close to getting yelled at, she knows. âThis experience will also be useful for when you take your boards, even. You could use some hours in Ortho.â He glances down at his notebook. âYouâve done well in the other specialties, but I see here youâve neglected some branches of medicine. Iâm sure youâre well aware the boards will cover all of them.â
She tightens her fists. âIâm aware, sir.â
âWell, then this is perfect.â He leans back in his seat. âI donât see why youâre so upset.â A look of realisation dawns upon his face. âWait. You two didnât... in the army?â
âPlease donât even go there, sir.â Her face heats up. She wants to break something over Sagenâs head. And, failing that, she wants to scream. âHow long am I going to be taking care of Lieutenant Sagen? Is there going to be a rotation, to make it fairer on the other residents?â
âNo rotations,â The Chief grins, and she swears thereâs a hint of Sagen in that smile. âEnjoy the next three months, Naveau.â
She sulks for the rest of the day. The other residents are already making up their own stories about the mysterious army man on the eighth floor, and sheâs happy to supply that heâs full of shit. The Trauma attending gives her his blessing to shadow the Ortho attending for the next three months, and she watches, her insides aching, as he scrubs her name off the scheduled surgeries for the next week.
Eventually, she reports in to her new attending, and sits through an hour-long lecture about how she should be happy to work in her brotherâs field. Thereâs a lot of lobbying. Sheâs not surprised. Strahanâs a big name in that specific branch of medicine. She makes a mental note to shout at him for it, even if itâs not his fault.
Itâs past seven in the evening by the time she finally makes her way back upstairs. Heâs sitting up, eating dinner with his one mobile hand, and thereâs music playing in the background. He glances up when she walks into the room.
âI seem to remember telling you to take care of yourself the last time we were together.â She slumps into the chair beside his bed, too tired to put up a front, and is grateful when he doesnât react. âWasnât expecting to see you again, and especially not like this.â
He chews his mouthful of food slowly before swallowing. âWell, I had my pick of hospitals. And itâs not often I get to choose what to do with my time, or who to spend it with.â
âCongratulations, then,â She leans over and steals his fruit cup. âYou get to spend your time rehabilitating your ground-up limbs with angry doctors who care too much. Shouldâve gone for a hospital in another country or something, where nobody gives a shit as long as you pay up.â
âYeah, well.â He looks up at her. She wonders if sheâll ever get used to seeing him without the other eye. âThey probably wonât argue with me, and I like some excitement.â
Her lip twitches in a slight smile. He smiles back, and itâs a genuine smile. Stripped of that obnoxious expression, heâs less irritating. âTry not to piss me off too much, and weâll get along just fine.â
He pops a cherry tomato into his mouth, bursting it between his teeth. âWhereâs the fun in that, though?â
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