ALL OF THIS IS REAL?!

Their Reaction to a Doctor!Player

Ft. Deimos, Sanford, Hank, & 2BDamned

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos was actually the first to find out that they were a skilled doctor since he'd also been your first "patient" in their group. They'd been looking over the boys for a brief moment after another mission when player noticed the slight tinge of pain on his face and the way he was favoring his left side. Upon asking him about it, he told you that he happened to get slashed by one of the Agents you’d been fighting a few days ago. Nothing big. 

(Or at least that’s what he said, trying to act all cool in front of player as the edge of his mouth pulled back in a strained grin. His pain medication had worn off a while ago, but how could they see him as dependable when this was all it took to weaken him? Hank could walk around just fine with swords sticking out of him, why shouldn’t he be able to handle a little cut?)

He expected player to try and pull him to one of the medkits and check on his bandages, maybe take a closer look before trying to get they guys back to Doc to examine it for real. Or perhaps you’d just choose to try and heal it yourself with your “mod” (whatever that was). Anything other than you pulling back the patchwork of bloodied bandages and medical tape to redo them themself after gasping at how bad they were.

(“...Is this dental floss?” you asked, giving him a worried look as he inhaled sharply under their touch, jolting as your fingers tenderly brushed over the edge of his wound. You thought his sudden redness was a result of exertion and the pain, but it was also due to having your hands on his bare skin. A part of him felt happy, even though he wished the contact was at a better time.)

He and the others watched your every move as you took a medkit from Sanford and replaced the semi-torn stitches with your own neat ones, distracting him from the pain with your explanation of why you could do such a thing to begin with. (“...and afterward I got my certification. The exam was really stressful, but I can’t say I regret it – Sanford, could you pass me the scissors? Thanks. So anyway-”). Turns out you were a real doctor back in your world, at least before you quit to start streaming instead; you had a full MD and everything!

After finding this out, Deimos was quick to start going to you for getting patched up instead of Doc. I mean, it’s not like anyone would blame him for preferring someone who clearly had more experience with this, right? (He also did it just because he wanted to feel your touch again, but he never admits it openly. Even if the glares from the other three make it perfectly clear that they know, especially when they see the way he lights up when you agree.)

He plays up almost every injury or cold he gets just to have more of your attention on him. To you, it’s almost like a kid faking a worse illness just to get out of going to school, only it’s a fully grown man slumping over you while moaning about how awful he feels from a sore throat and coughing loudly into his elbow. (He pouts when you suggest that his cigarettes are the cause of it, but it switches to a smile when you laugh at his mock-annoyance.)

However, he actually gets injured a lot in reality, with little cuts, burns, and damage from electrical shocks when he’s fiddling with his electronics or tinkering with some other machinery. They’re small wounds that heal quickly and he’s used to just bandaging them himself the moment they happen. Honestly, they’re such an afterthought that he didn’t even think about going to you for them, the idea just completely slipped his mind. 

Then you get curious about it when you hear him curse under his breath and watch him whip his hand away from the circut board he was soldering for the 7th time that day. He was surprised when you quickly came up to him and clasped his wrist to get a good look at what happened, so much so that he started stammering out assurances that he was “just fine” and that “it happens all the time”. But as you gently hush him and bring his hand closer to you to inspect his fingers, you miss the silent look of contemplation that washes over him before he grins to himself. (Sanford doesn’t though, giving him a scathing look from his own place across the room. It’s almost like he can see the sudden realization that occurs when Deimos realizes that ‘Oh right, I can use this too’.)