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[ His eyes emit a light blue beam, a wide ray that slowly travels from the top Lauri-Ell's of head all the way to her toes. He's a thorough guy- who knows if she broke a toe! ]

Hmm. You are correct- no broken bones. There is no damage to your organs, but there is a mild concussion.

[ Not much can be done about that, except wait. But the blood on her arm, that he can deal with. A disinfecting wipe on the wound first. And determining if it needs stitches. ]

I recommend you minimise activity for the next 48 hours, physical or mental.

[Chewie, drawn by the noise, appears with a careful leap up to the back of the couch that Lauri-Ell is on. She smiles and returns her attention to the other non-Earthling]

I shall attempt to do so, unless my Emperor calls upon me. My arm, though...

[She looks toward the cut, which is starting too ooze again from her reaching up to pet the Flerkin]

A laceration. It will be simple enough to dress-

[ He gets about that far before Lauri-Ell makes the ill-advised move. Delicately, he attempts to lower her arm to a resting position by holding her wrist. Giving Chewie a look of 'you see what I must put up with?' ]

-So long as you don't move it.

[ And there goes another disinfecting wipe. ]

[Chewie only mewled.]

Then I shall attempt to stay still. It occurs to me that I don't know how good human medical technology is.

[ J’onn meals back, not like he’s faking it, but as if he was a cat himself, and it probably sounds a bit weird coming out of his big Martian mouth. ]

It is not humanity’s most substantial area- but for superficial injuries, it will suffice.

However, you are fortunate that your medic possesses superhuman strength. I suspect your natural Kree durability would make suture difficult.

[ Speaking of, he threads the needle telekinetically but takes it in his fingers to start the process. ].

[Chewie definitely didn't look impressed with that cat noise, J'onn. But she winces at his point.]

Yes, we do not often use them. There is healing systems that foster tissue growth instead.

[But she doesn't have those. she looks nervous.]

Will it hurt?

Yes.

[ He does, at the least, say it more gently than his usual ghostly monotone. ]

But based on experience, a Kree soldier faces pain like any other foe.

[ He can’t stop himself from slipping into Dad Friend Mode. Lauri-Ell may be, what? 7’, 300lb? But J’onn can’t look at a nervous face like that and not instantly revert to fatherly action. ]

And when it is done, I will make you a snack.

[The idea that a Kree handles pain well makes her smile. She wants to at least know she can take what is given.]

Then I shall accept this treatment. If there is a snack with cheese.

[ That gets him to crack a smile. ]

Then cheese it will be.

[ A bit of telekinesis to keep the wound closed, circumventing the need for clamps, and he starts. He's usually the Justice League's medic and lord knows that gives him a lot of experience. But he keeps an eye on her. If it's clear it's uncomfortable, psychic painkillers are still on the table. ]

[Lauri-Ell has to grit her teeth against the pain. To ask for psychic barrier against it would be wrong in her opinion. Kree were too strong for that. So she grit her teeth and closed her eyes and let him work.]

[ He doesn't mentally pry, but telepathy is as natural to him as vision is to her. The spikes of pain might as well be fireworks. So once he's done, he knows she deserves a little praise. ]

Well done. Your cheese has been well earned.

[ He stands, sterilises his hands with a quick low-level heat vision burst, and pats her on the non-injured shoulder. ]

Try moving that. Gently.

[Well, there it was. All done. Lauri-Ell sighed and nodded.]

Thank you. It is nice, to be take care of in this situation. Though my head still feels off.

You are quite welcome.

[ He busies himself with tidying away the equipment, then makes his way to the kitchen. Easy enough to talk from there. ]

You will require some supervision regarding the head injury- the most important thing is that you do fall asleep until you are recovered enough to walk without assistance. After that, a day or two of mild activity and you will likely be recovered.

[ After a moment of silence, he calls out- ]

Have you ever had a cheese scone?

Stay awake?

[She hadn't been expecting that. And now, with the adrenaline of the fight passed, she was growing tired.]

I shall speak to Carol on that. Maybe try more of that human coffee.

[She did rise to her feet to follow him to the kitchen. Getting her off of her feet was a silly thing to suggest. And if she stumbled now, well, she would deal with that. Unstable on her feet she made her way to the kitchen counter to lean against it.]

I do not know what a scone is.

I did not mean to immediately rise- just when you are able to, sleeping is an option. I suggest you take a seat.

[ He is used to people choosing to interpret his medical advice however they want. Try being Batman's doctor sometime. By the time she has lurched her way to the kitchen, J'onn is already measuring out ingredients. His dignified armoured look has changed as well. His boots are now Captain Marvel slippers, his cape a Superman apron and a toque blanche sits atop his big bald head. ]

In twenty minutes, you will know what a scone is. Humans may be lacking in medical technology, but they are amongst the greatest bakers in the known universe.

[She looks at J’onn and doesn’t comment on the change in clothing. What would be the point of it? No, it was silly, so she just chose to let it all go and move on.]

Yes, they are decidedly good at food.

[ It's simply the traditional ritual Earth clothing for baking. He has no choice in the matter.

J'onn is quickly working on the snack, getting them into the oven already. Having as many arms as you want is useful for getting tasks done quickly. ]

They are also good at the low fidelity reality simulations called 'videogames.' I recommend them for slow afternoons.

[Is it? Oh no, she doesn't know anything about that. Clearly she's been doing her very limited and failed cooking attempts improperly! Maybe that was why she burned things.]

I have attempted one of these 'training games' they have. Something involving the earth creatures called horses. It was very strange. I did not think they used the creatures in combat anymore, but there was still all of this training in jumping and speed and also in proper presentatoin.

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