Kurt’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly when the doctor started to ask things he really shouldn’t be inquiring about. Curiosity was not a trait he particular wanted to see in the doctors who were treating his Spartans and he made a mental note to ensure he was vetted more closely by ONI.
He was one of the best doctors on the station which was why he’d been chosen for this detail but if the man was going to go prying into things best left unexplored then he might prove to be more of a liability than an asset and he couldn’t risk that sort of exposure despite his rather cavalier way of recruiting Matt into the program.
But then, Matt was Spartan, he could be trusted implicitly to keep their secrets.
Thankfully, Matt managed to cut Sinclair off before the doctor could overstep any bounds. Kurt did a pretty admirable job of blending into the background while the red-haired doctor did his exam of Matt and he listened with an impassive look on his face as the good doctor made his prognosis. The mention of armor certainly intrigued him but he shelved that for now, more intent on assuring his brother would have the best care he could receive.
It was a relief to hear that he wasn’t looking at permanent damage to his vocal cords and throat. The fact that the man had taken an entire clip to the throat and kept going just proved he truly was Spartan no matter what had been stamped on his personnel record.
“Thank you, doctor.” The dismissal was unmistakable in the commander’s voice in spite of the pleasant tone of voice and the smile he offered the man. “I appreciate you taking the time to check him out; we can handle it from here.”
Sinclair seemed to catch the brunette’s drift thankfully and with a small, puzzled frown and one last suspicious look spared to the four of them, he finally turned away visibly exasperated and made his way back through the door he’d come in.
“Well, I guess you won’t be doing your best Mendez impression for a while, Matt. But I’m sure you’ll find a way to communicate with our new Spartans all the same. Would you like to accompany Tom and Lucy on an inspection of them while I take care of some last minute details here?”
If it had been the two of them, he probably would have teased the other man about having an excuse to eat as much chocolate pudding as he wanted but he didn’t want to scandalize his attachés by being too familiar with the man in front of them. Eventually it would probably all come out, especially when Mendez clapped eyes on Matt but for now, he saw no reason to confirm any suspicions they might have about his past the man.
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He was one of the best doctors on the station which was why he’d been chosen for this detail but if the man was going to go prying into things best left unexplored then he might prove to be more of a liability than an asset and he couldn’t risk that sort of exposure despite his rather cavalier way of recruiting Matt into the program.
But then, Matt was Spartan, he could be trusted implicitly to keep their secrets.
Thankfully, Matt managed to cut Sinclair off before the doctor could overstep any bounds. Kurt did a pretty admirable job of blending into the background while the red-haired doctor did his exam of Matt and he listened with an impassive look on his face as the good doctor made his prognosis. The mention of armor certainly intrigued him but he shelved that for now, more intent on assuring his brother would have the best care he could receive.
It was a relief to hear that he wasn’t looking at permanent damage to his vocal cords and throat. The fact that the man had taken an entire clip to the throat and kept going just proved he truly was Spartan no matter what had been stamped on his personnel record.
“Thank you, doctor.” The dismissal was unmistakable in the commander’s voice in spite of the pleasant tone of voice and the smile he offered the man. “I appreciate you taking the time to check him out; we can handle it from here.”
Sinclair seemed to catch the brunette’s drift thankfully and with a small, puzzled frown and one last suspicious look spared to the four of them, he finally turned away visibly exasperated and made his way back through the door he’d come in.
“Well, I guess you won’t be doing your best Mendez impression for a while, Matt. But I’m sure you’ll find a way to communicate with our new Spartans all the same. Would you like to accompany Tom and Lucy on an inspection of them while I take care of some last minute details here?”
If it had been the two of them, he probably would have teased the other man about having an excuse to eat as much chocolate pudding as he wanted but he didn’t want to scandalize his attachés by being too familiar with the man in front of them. Eventually it would probably all come out, especially when Mendez clapped eyes on Matt but for now, he saw no reason to confirm any suspicions they might have about his past the man.