Soo you are a Doctor, right?
The ride to Storybrooke General was about as rough as the ride in the house. Since the bed of David's truck was being used to carry the injured woman to the same place, along with the woman's sister, Snow and the infant she couldn't place, Emma had volunteered to take her in the beetle. And between the bumpy road and cramped space, the nausea was becoming a very close friend.
Every now and then, the other woman would ask if she was alright. It finally got to the point that Pinky snapped at her. "Emma, if you don't want to me to barf in here again, you need stop asking."
There was no response and Pinky kept her eyes, and honestly the rest of her face, screwed as tightly shut as possible. The car was too warm, the glass against her forehead was too cold, and there was too much magic floating around. The ringing in her ears was still there but it was diminishing. Her magic was weak, too, but she didn't dare try it out. It wasn't important right now, anyway. What was important was that the last time she'd thrown up in Emma's precious beetle, she'd had to detail the whole car. By hand.
That wasn't happening again.
When they reached the hospital, Emma ran inside to get a stretcher and orderlies for Zelena and a wheelchair for Pinky, as she called herself. The younger woman had already opened the door and was bracing herself between it and the roof of the car. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to walk to the door but she got into the chair on her own and another orderly wheeled her inside.
Regina was holding Zelena's hand as she was taken in, and David was helping Snow get out of the truck with baby Robin. As they approached, Emma gave a once over to the passenger side of the beetle.
"What are you looking for?" Snow's usual bright demeanor wasn't at all diminished by their plan's unexpected failure.
"Nothing, I just thought she'd puked in here." Emma straightened and closed the door.
"Really you're concerned about a mess? Not the potentially dangerous person who made it?" David partially scolded.
"I don't know what she potentially is, but she said she'd thrown up in here and it wasn't a lie, but there's nothing there. Either she's so out of it she really thought she had or..."
"Or?" Snow prodded.
"Or she's able to to get around my super power."
The hallways weren't very busy by hospital standards but every member of the staff was in constant motion. Storybrooke being as small as it was, there were rarely any life threatening emergencies, so it wasn't surprising when Pinky was immediately escorted into an exam room and a nurse came in to give her a cursory check.
"A doctor will be in shortly", the nurse was in her mid forties, brown hair greying, soft round face focused but not off putting.
"I don't remember you," Pinky said weakly, trying to fight past the headache.
"I'm not anyone special, dear. I was just a midwife and healer in a rural area. My skills just sort of found me here."
"Hello, how are we doing in here?" The Doctor had walked in, but Pinky didn't recognize him either. The man had an odd shade of blonde hair. Or was it brown?
"Doctor..."
"Jekyll. I just started. As Nurse Copper said, our skills just sort of draw us here." The man was small but seemed to fill out his frame well. He wasn't bad looking but wouldn't be considered particularly handsome. Average was a good way to describe him on a physical level. On a personal level, he seemed a bit jumpy.
The woman who had been injured by the house falling on her, was screaming again, this time demands for "Some who actually knows what they're doing". Pinky had recovered enough to not really care but the doctor seemed disturbed.
"Something the matter, Doc?"
"No." He gave himself a little shake that was barely perceptible."Why don't you tell me about your injuries."
"Well..."
A crash interrupted her, followed by a crisp British accent. "Don't touch me, you bloody quack! Get me someone who can do magic. I'm not going to suffer through your bloody needles and surgery!" A door opened and quick steps led another doctor into the room.
"Jekyll, do you think you can set a couple breaks?" A taller man with a gaunt face leaned in.
"O-oh I-I don't.." Another crash caused him to freeze momentarily. " please don't send me in there with her."
"What do you mean get around your superpower?" David asked.
"Well, I've never actually known the limits of it. It's possible that it's like a lie detector and some one who is a really good liar could beat it. And another thing, she knew my name."
"Well we were opening a time portal. Maybe we messed up and opened it into our future and brought her into her past." Snow had a point. Zelena had warned them that time magic was unstable, so anything could feasibly happen.
"We'll just have to find out. Are you guys coming inside?"
"No, I think we should take Robin back and get her something to eat. She burned through the formula we had and the diaper bag is somewhere under the porch."
"Ok, I'll let Zelena know. Be safe." Emma hugged both of her parents and watched them get into the truck. With everything going on the last thing they needed to worry over was the new arrival, so she stepped in to see if the woman was in any shape for questioning. As she was heading down the hall, she heard the commotion from Zelena's room and followed it to Jekyll being shoved towards the door by Whale. "What's going on?"
"She's demanding some one with magic and I'm sick of being thrown into walls." Whale released the smaller man. "If you'd like to volunteer we'd both appreciate it," He finished with a small gesture towards the door.
"I'm actually tapped out. But if you'd like," she was addressing Jekyll now, "I'll go in with you".
He visibly relaxed and breathed out a 'thank you' before asking Whale to check on the other patient.
Pinky had been sitting on the exam table listening to the two doctors bicker. Her head had eased to a dull ache and it was soothing to follow the conversation until the taller doctor returned and closed the door.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Whale. How are you feeling?"
"Like my house fell out of the sky," she responded dryly.
"Can you be more specific?" He pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket and picked up the assessment and clipboard Jekyll had left. "It's not going to help either of us if you're not going to cooperate."
"Ok. Symptoms: Vomiting, Nausea, Headache, Dizziness, Confusion and I might have a slight fever."
Whale took the pen light out of his pocket and switched it on. "Can you tell me what day it is?"
"Tuesday."
"Tuesday the what?" He was shining the light in her eyes and it was unbearable so she turned away, trying not to vomit again. "You've got a concussion. Did you black out at any point?"
"I don't remember." She brought her hands up to cradle her head. "I remember being overwhelmed by the magic and I think mine was being drained. I remember shutting out as much as I could. But I don't think I was unconscious." When the doctor made no noise she glanced at him between her fingers. He had backed up and appeared to be nervous though he was trying to hide it by filling out her chart. "What?"
"I'm sorry, I hadn't realized you were a witch."
"And I hadn't realized I'd been transported back to a mid-nineties rave, Peroxide Pete. What the hell do you have against witches?"
He'd raised his hands, not sure if he should defend himself but deciding to go with honesty. "Considering that I'm not able to defend myself against magic and I've already been assaulted by every witch in this town, I think I'm right to be wary."
"I don't need magic to kick your ass", her legs wouldn't hold her up but if this guy wanted a fight he'd get one. She'd rather be beaten than intimidated.
His eyes widened "I'm sure you don't. All the more reason to be careful."
She realized he was backed up to the door. " Are...are you scared?"
"Yes."
Pinky looked at him, confused. "You are a Doctor, right? Your skills didn't just draw you here like the nurse?"
He seemed to take offense and straightened. "I'll have you know, I attended the finest medical academy my homeland had to offer, AND graduated with honors."
"Soo...you're a doctor. In Storybrooke..." He raised a brow, curious as to where she was going "..who's afraid of witches."
He pursed his lips."Wary," he corrected.
Thankfully, the awkward stand off was broken by a knock on the door.