Hypochondriac

"Mr. Havoc, welcome back! Wish I could say that under different circumstances, though." Roy laughed as he entered the clinic, staring at a very bedraggled looking Jean Havoc. He'd met the blond about a month ago when he'd staggered into the clinic with an arrow in his arm from a hunting accident. But it seemed the man was a danger magnet! He'd been back to the clinic to see him almost fifteen times since that first visit and each time brought with him a different ailment. A sprained toe, a burn on his hand from touching a hot frying pan, a gash on his forehead from running into a door and on and on. So here they were, visit number fifteen, and Roy was trying not to laugh at how ridiculous the younger man looked.

"Haha, yeah.." Jean trailed off, looking surprisingly chipper for someone who looked like he'd been backed over by a steamroller. He was covered in dirt from head to toe, scraped up and bleeding from several nasty looking cuts, his baby blue eyes startling bright surrounded in a thick coating of mud and dust. "I was riding my bike and I caught my wheel on something and ended up in the ditch. Loads of fun."

Roy snorted and shook his head, soaking one of the many towels the nurse had left him in the sink and beginning to wipe the dirt gently from the blond's tan skin, not wanting any to get in the wounds he was about to bandage. "You should be more careful before you end up in the care of Dr. Kimblee." he advised. Dr. Kimblee being the hospital's mortician and an all around eccentric individual. Though Roy supposed one would have to have a few screws loose to want to hang around with dead people all day.

"Just relax. I'll get you cleaned up and bandaged and on your way again before you know it." Roy said cheerfully.

"Oh, there's no rush." Jean replied, nonchalance a little forced in Roy's opinion. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

He blinked at that but nodded, smiling faintly and returning to his work, adjusting the thin, frameless glasses that perched on his nose. "Well alright, then."

Havoc seemed perfectly content to just sit there in silence, so Roy let him, feeling those blue eyes on him as he worked. His cheeks burned at the intensity of the man's gaze, as if he was trying to peer into his soul. His own eyes, so dark blue to most they appeared black, were focused on the task at hand, making sure every single iota of dirt and sweat was cleaned off the man. It was a little unnecessary, all he had to do, really, was clean the dirt around the wounds, but he rather liked the attention he was receiving. It'd been a while since he'd caught the eye of anyone even remotely attractive, though he highly doubted that was what was happening here. Havoc was likely just curious and bored. He let his own eyes wander, hiding behind his bangs, scrubbing at an imaginary dirt speck to make it look like he was busy. He took in the toned muscles of his base chest, pleased that the blond had removed it when he'd entered to make it easier for Roy to get at the numerous scratches marring the otherwise flawless skin. Later, that observation would come back to haunt him. An accident prone klutz like Jean Havoc shouldn't have such perfect, smooth skin. But at that moment all he could think of was how much he wanted to [i]touch[/i] the man's six pack and taste his tanned skin.

He blushed furiously as these thoughts entered his mind and coughed, tossing the towel on the pile and forcing a grin onto his face. "Next part is your favorite." he chuckled, taking out the antiseptic and the cotton balls, picking up one of the marshmallow like things with his tweezers and letting it soak up some of the clear liquid before dabbing it against one of the many scratches. Jean hissed and winced, frowning as it stung in the open wound.

"Sorry about that. But it's better than a nasty infection." Roy pointed out lightly, raising an eyebrow. "If you didn't get hurt so often then you wouldn't have this problem."

Jean sighed and stared back at him, blue eyes wide. "I can't help it, Doctor." he grumbled, blinking slightly. "Why don't you kiss it and make it better?" he asked suddenly.

Roy looked up, eyes wide as if he wasn't sure he'd just heard those words come out of the man's mouth. "Wh-What? No! I'm your doctor, not your girlfriend!" he spluttered, bright red as he accidentally poked the blond with the sharp tweezers.

"OW!" Jean whined, sulking and rubbing at the newest wound. "I don't have a girlfriend, Doc. So I guess you'll have to do."

Roy blushed again and shook his head, picking up a fresh cotton ball, forcing his slightly shaking hands to be still. "Very funny joke, Mr. Havoc. Find yourself a pretty nurse to make such silly requests of." he grunted, peeved at how much such little words had set him off. Sure he'd been single a while, but he wasn't [i]that[/i] pathetic he blushed at such miniscule things.

He finished cleaning the wounds and started to bandage the deeper ones, leaving the lighter ones alone to heal. Even the deeper wounds weren't all that deep, not enough to necessitate a trip to the hospital, anyway. Roy shrugged inwardly. Maybe it was just closer than home and he didn't feel like bandaging them all himself.

"Never really had that much luck with girls, Doc. They all cheat on me eventually." Jean admitted, his own cheeks tinged a faint pink. "Besides, i've already got someone i've got my hopes set on. Mostly it's just a game of waiting and seeing if they have feelings in return. Any suggestions?"

Roy pondered that for a moment, starting to clean up his work station and tossing the used cotton balls and bandaid wrappers in the trash. "Well. Just be romantic. Everyone likes being wooed. You know, flowers at the workplace without a name attached, taking them places like... oh, like that new Italian restaurant in town, where they play the violin while you eat! Things like that." he said finally, grinning. "She's a lucky lady." he added, feeling an unexplainable twinge in his chest.

"Mm." Jean hummed, sliding off the examining table and tugging his torn black t-shirt on, shrugging his sweatshirt over his arms. "Thanks, Doc. See you next week when I electrocute myself or something." he snorted, waving and then pausing in the doorframe. "Thanks for the ideas. I'll have to consider them."

Roy waved back, sighing when he was gone and shrugging his shoulders. He was so hopeless.