It'd been a rough morning. It'd been an excitable morning, it'd been a dangerous morning. Between the sheer relief of getting everyone home and the immediate swap over to his medic mentality Leonard forgot something important: These were his people, but they weren't his crew. They weren't from his time, they didn't know what his tools were, or what his medication was, or how any of it worked. He griped and bitched and talked about be'n a doctor all goddamn day but when all he had to do was wave a regenerator over skin or use a hypo to fix up hurts-
to people not from home, it looked weird. It was strange, it was different, and he'd been so caught up in 'mend mend mend' that he'd completely forgotten to walk them through what he was doing and why. More importantly- and more horrifying in retrospect-
He hadn't asked for their consent. Sure, patching up scrapes? That was one thing. The hypo, however- hell he took it on faith that the tricorder would tell him that what he had would work and wouldn't effect them adversely.
Shit.
Wash grabbed and yanked and Leonard didn't rightly fight him, going to his level easily. Slow like he'd handle a patient that was distressed (because Wash was nothing if not fucking distressed) he explained himself. "Hypospray. It was a painkiller for your head, somth'n for the nausea, an immunobooster and some vitamins. Greg-"
he spoke without turning, eyes and attention mostly on Wash. "I gave you a muscle relaxant for your back. I should've asked and told ya what I was do'n before I did it. Old habits die hard, all that. This ain't my Sickbay and y'all aint my crew, you're not obligated t'do what I recommend or be bullied into treatment on my say so. Even if I do strongly recommend we all take a day to start."
A beat passed.
"Wash- I'm gonna put the hypo down now, awright? It's gonna go back in it's case." He didn't move yet- waiting for some kind of nod or reaction from Wash first and foremost.
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to people not from home, it looked weird. It was strange, it was different, and he'd been so caught up in 'mend mend mend' that he'd completely forgotten to walk them through what he was doing and why. More importantly- and more horrifying in retrospect-
He hadn't asked for their consent. Sure, patching up scrapes? That was one thing. The hypo, however- hell he took it on faith that the tricorder would tell him that what he had would work and wouldn't effect them adversely.
Shit.
Wash grabbed and yanked and Leonard didn't rightly fight him, going to his level easily. Slow like he'd handle a patient that was distressed (because Wash was nothing if not fucking distressed) he explained himself. "Hypospray. It was a painkiller for your head, somth'n for the nausea, an immunobooster and some vitamins. Greg-"
he spoke without turning, eyes and attention mostly on Wash. "I gave you a muscle relaxant for your back. I should've asked and told ya what I was do'n before I did it. Old habits die hard, all that. This ain't my Sickbay and y'all aint my crew, you're not obligated t'do what I recommend or be bullied into treatment on my say so. Even if I do strongly recommend we all take a day to start."
A beat passed.
"Wash- I'm gonna put the hypo down now, awright? It's gonna go back in it's case." He didn't move yet- waiting for some kind of nod or reaction from Wash first and foremost.