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[stations]

( As promised, Jack leaves from his graveyard double shift at the gas station sometime around 9 a.m. and heads directly over to the nebulous, nondescript place Dr. McCoy's GPS pin takes him, decidedly not thinking too much about how oddly the setting is integrated on his ride over. He's got brain damage, he tends to zone out, it's fine.

The guy that shows up on Bones's door looks decidedly in need of a doctor. Aside from looking generally unhealthy — too skinny, dark bruises under his eyes, every bit as tired as five years of shitty sleep would imply — there's also a glaringly obvious prosthetic attached to his leg just beneath the right knee. The smallest finger of his left hand is conspicuously absent, and a clean bandage is taped over the stump with what must have been his Best Effort at one-handed wound dressing.

He knocks on the doorframe despite it being open, then offers an awkward: )

Knock knock.

( A beat passes.

On its heels, a customer-service polite yet Daria-esque monotone ramble follows. )

Sorry, I don't know why I said that. I hate people who do that. I just knocked with my hands, I don't need to do it again with my mouth. That was stupid. Hey. Hi.