Dead zombies litter the ground (at the library -- yes, still)

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

The first wave seems to have subsided. Methos lowers his sword so the tip is touching the ground. Bloody streaks down the outside of his sweater.

Small puddles of flame flare here and there mark charred zombie bodies.

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[janet_fraiser]

"Professor." Janet's voice is firm. He looks exhausted and weary. "Let me see your shoulder, please."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* There's nothing wrong with it.

[janet_fraiser]

"I heard that you were bitten," said Janet. "But that you weren't. Which makes no sense. But if there's any possibility of infection--" She smiles tightly. "I'd hate to see them bring in someone nice to run this place. And I'd like to get a sample of whatever microorganism is causing this." She reaches for his sleeve.

(OOC: Aw, Janet cares! )

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*twitches back -- more of a reflex than anything*

If you want the shirt off my back, you're going to have to offer something.

[janet_fraiser]

*weary grin* What do you want, then?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*Methos smiles, wearily* Two more hours of library work? Although I think you're wasted, here.

*pulls off sweater, hands it to her. There's blood on his arm, but no wound -- of course*

[janet_fraiser]

Fine, fine, two more hours. And I agree. I'm thoroughly wasted here. But what else are you going to do in high school?

*takes a close look at his arm, bandages it*

Thanks for the sweater. Don't move. I promised the Doctor I'd keep an eye on you. And-- *wry smile* When this zombie thing is over, I think we're going to have to have a talk.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Great. My favorite thing. A talk.

*pauses and puts one hand over Janet's*

Thanks.

[janet_fraiser]

Yeah, the fun's just overwhelming, isn't it.

*looks down at the professor's hand and smiles*

Any time.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John doesn't intrude, just quietly waits at Janet's peripheral vision until she finishes.

[janet_fraiser]

*takes a moment* Is something wrong, John?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*points to Elizabeth*

Nother injury. Something's up with her arm. I told her I'd come get you.

[janet_fraiser]

Tell Liz to hold on. I'll be there in a minute.