Jack Dawkins One Shots

Wicked (PSR)

I stood doing a little prep work for this afternoon's surgery sorting the tools I'd need, making sure I had a good sharp needle, a good pile of rags when I heard the office door open.

"Dr Dawkins, Sir?" His voice spoke up

"Ummm? What is it?" I asked turning slightly to see my small excuse for an assistant boy, he had a name... I just, can't remember what it is.

"it appears we may be out of some tonics sir."

"Out?"

"Yes sir."

"You checked the back of the storeroom?"

"Yes sir. Nothing. only a few empty bottles of painkillers and chloroform."

"Christ." I sighed setting my work down "Alright. I'll deal with it. You prep everything else for the surgery this afternoon" I told him taking off my apron and grabbing my jacket as I headed out of the office and out of the house.

I went through town begrudgingly arriving at the little shop with a dusty blue shop front and the painted lettering 'Y/l/n's' I sighed and opened the door heading inside the pharmacy, seeing the back wall littered with Tronics and potions, a cabinet of various items and her.

She stood behind the counter working on something inside a pestle and mortar with an apron over her long grey dress. She glanced up as the bell on the door tolled and immediately we were at odds with one another.

"Well. If it isn't the town Butcher" She said

"Big talk from the town witch" I snapped back

"Sociopath"

"Craven"

"Madman"

"crazy girl"

"What do you want Dawkins?" she glared "Or have you just come to cause me trouble?" She asked taking the powder she had been grinding and weighing it out on her scale adjusting it slightly

"I need some stuff. I have surgery this afternoon, It's a full leg amputation I'm going to need cleansing water, painkillers, a blood thinner, and likely some cloro and my storerooms out" I explained

"I see," she said taking her now-weighed powder and adding it to her small pill press slowly forming the powered into pressed tablets "That sounds like quite the problem"

"you know I can't do the surgery without them"

"No no that would be a terrible idea. Esspcaily for your white shirt" she giggled as she worked

"Do you have any in stock?"

"I might."

"Y/n" I complained "I need it for my surgery he'll be arriving in an hour"

"Ohh my, that's cutting it very close"

"Y/n. will you sell me the damn stuff." I told her and she glared "...Please"

"I suppose if it's an utter emergency I suppose I could spare a bottle or two" she smirked "if you beg"

"I'm not begging you. If rather just buckle belt the guy down then beg you"

"Suit yourself Dawkins" She shrugs

I grit my teeth and rolled my eyes doing my best not to be a dick "Please y/n. Please."

"I can't hear you"

"Please y/n!"

"I don't know, how badly do you need it"

"Please y/n. I need it and you're my only option" I sighed

"Little louder?" She giggled "I couldn't hear that "