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Blue! Blue! Pick blue!

Why blue?

Not that I've ruled that color out, just wondering why so enthusiastic about it.

It's my favorite color.

Ah.

[Elliot smile softly before giving a nod.]

Blue, it is then.

[And because we have a big mouth and no one has to know he's doing this]

It really brings out your eyes.

[She blinks a bit dumbfounded. Not like she never received compliments, this one was just sort of unexpected.]</small. Thank you.

[Just don't tell the the nuns he's flirting again or someone will hurt him]

You're welcome!

Also, just a quick question, who do I talk to about workers compensation? My boss ~~refused to give me~~ forgot my paper work.

[She won't tattle. Though, now she's wondering if she can get two colors on her cast. She's a doctor she should know the answer but, she honestly doesn't.]

Workers compensation?

If you want to skip over the long wait, probably the Chief of Medicine.

Oh good. Okay thank heavens, I thought I was going to be out of luck.

...

They... don't take dinars here do they?

I'm going to go with no.

[Which was Elliot's way of saying 'what is a dinar?']

[Time for learning. He pulls out about four dinars, which look a great deal like this]

It's... foreign currency. It's all I have at the moment.

Oh.

[She feels a bit stupid now for not knowing that.]

I'm sorry, we don't accept foreign currency that I'm aware of.

I guessed so.

...

Perhaps if I write back to the Vatican they'll... send me some money. It's gotten a bit important now.

It's not any of my business, but what happened?

[She really should get her cast taken care of. The sooner it was on the better but, right now she remained where she was.]

Maybe you should take care of that cast first. Don't worry, there's plenty of doctors here, I don't want to take up your time.

It's fine. Really, doesn't even hurt.

[She gives her wrist a bit of a flick, eyes widening as the pain jolts throughout her entire arm.]

FRICK!

I do not believe you!

I'll think about telling you after you're all casted up.

Alright. Don't go anywhere. Unless you have to pee, I'd suggest doing that.

[She turns on her heel and heads off to get her cast done. She decides to get two colors in the end. Blue and black. They weren't really colors Elliot would have gone with but, she had her reasons.]

[He's still there when she gets back, playing with the blood pressure cuff, which he hurriedly sets back down as soon as she shows up]

It looks a bit like licorice now.

They make blue licorice?

[At least it's on her left wrist, so she can still actually write when it comes to filling out patient charts. It would just take some getting used to cause it already itched.]

So what's going on?

I think it's cotton candy flavored.

Well er... could you shut the door?

I may have to look into that.

[A curious look crosses her face but, she turns around and closes the door before using her heel to pull out a rolling chair to sit down on.]

Alright. What's up?

And you have to promise not to scream. Or... panic. Or anything overly emotional that will call attention, I'm not a fan of hospitals.

[He undoes his cassock and tosses that away, before unbuttoning his shirt. There's a great deal of gauze wrapped around his chest and stomach with... quite a few bloodstains on them. He gingerly unwraps them and shows off two gun shot wounds, one over the left side of his chest and the other embedded near his stomach]

I... well I can't get the bullets out.

With the things I've seen over the last week, it'd take a lot to surprise me.

[She sadly wasn't being sarcastic. Trying to ignore the itching under her cast, she furrowed her brow slightly seeing the amount of gauze that was wrapped around his chest and stomach. Upon removal she scoots a bit closer on the chair to look at the bullets lodged into the skin.]

I'd have to have a surgeon take those out.

You can't just get a tweezer?

You have any idea how badly that would hurt?

[She could, but she's also working one handed right now. Granted her dominate hand wasn't the one in the cast but, she wasn't sure of herself when it came to this.]

I won't make a fuss!

Fine.

[Getting up she moves over to grab a glove and pulls it on. It does take a few but, she finally gets it and goes to grab a pair of long tweezers out of the drawer.]

You want to stand or lay down?

I'll stand. It's fine.

[He really doesn't seem bothered by this in the slightest, he just stands there and waits patiently]

[She'll go for the one in his stomach first, sitting back down and scooting the rolling chair back over. Leaning forward so she can keep the bullet in sight she moves the tweezers in and gets them around it, thankfully on the first try.]

[There's a bit of a hiss, but he doesn't jerk away, letting her get the tweezers around the first bullet. Yeah it hurts. It hurts a lot, but he just chews on his tongue and, true to his word, doesn't fuss]

[She gives the tweezers a slight twitch before turning them just a bit and easing the bullet out. Once it was out of the wound she held it up before her face examining it.]

Who shot you?

Well obviously it was someone who didn't like me very much. There's plenty of people who aren't that fond of the Vatican.

[She just shoots him a look. If he wanted to dance around the question that was fine with her. Getting up she tosses the bullet in a near by bin and goes to dig the other out.]

[That is pretty much what he did best. Abel was the king of Avoidance. Those bullets even looked like they'd been in there a while, which meant he had spent quite some time just sitting around hoping the problem would get better. He was also making it a point to immediately put a hand over the first open wound, looking down at the second being pulled out]

Guess I got lucky, huh?

Extremely.

[The other bullet didn't give her as much trouble. In fact, it came out cleanly and was dropped into the same small bin with the other.]

[And with that, he was buttoning up his shirt just as fast as can before anything could be actually seen]

Great! Ah, I'll tell my superiors to send the hospital the payment, that shouldn't be too much trouble.

[She was a bit curious but, Elliot wasn't going to ask questions. There was only so much she could handle in a week. With a sigh she pulled the glove off and threw it away.]

I'll let the Chief of Medicine know a payment is on the way.

[Probably for the best. Abel pulled his cassock back on and adjusted his glasses]

Have a lovely day, Doctor! I hope your arm gets better!

Can only go up from here.

[She gives a thumbs up from her good hand.]

I hope so.

[And with that he was out of there. PROBLEM SUCCESSFULLY AVOIDED]

[This was shaping up to be an odd week, that was for sure.]