FTEC, Sunday [8/8]

Sunday, August 8th, 2010 02:14 am
[identity profile] awesomebigsis.livejournal.com
Ellie had been at the clinic since yesterday. The entire time, really. She was there mostly in case extra medical staff was needed, considering the latest craziness. It had been a petty restless few days, too. She had been too anxious with worry about everyone who was missing, especially her brother.

The clinic, at least, kept her somewhat distracted.
[identity profile] usedtotravel.livejournal.com
Martha almost - almost - wished she was outside fighting, but she knew that her skills were just as needed in the clinic. No one who was injured should have been left alone with the nurses, after all.

[Open and OCD free. Sorry for the lateness, I totally overslept this morning!]
[identity profile] usedtotravel.livejournal.com
Martha hated coming into the clinic and finding patients already there, especially when they weren't there for something minor. She split her time between the inventory check she'd been planning, and checking on Raven to see if she was getting any better.
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[personal profile] intraspective
Ino was pretty sure that this was going to be a bad day if radio had been anything to go by about how many people had been in and out of the clinic last night.

As such, she didn’t even take out her study materials, but rather busied herself with making sure everything was stocked up and keeping a watchful eye on the door. Ready to help if it was needed.

...she really hoped it wouldn't be needed. Better wasted effort than a lot of patients.
[identity profile] missinmrj.livejournal.com
Harley bounced into the clinic, late on her first day. Maybe nobody would notice.

That is, unless they were already injured and waiting. That would be a problem.
[identity profile] southernbender.livejournal.com
Katara made her way through the usual rounds and tasks at the clinic before she settled down at the front desk with the box of chocolates and some paper.

Now if she could only figure out how exactly one wrote a letter without sounding very silly.
[identity profile] geniusdoctor.livejournal.com
Doogie was amazed to find an actual patient in the clinic in the morning, and he made sure to check on him before going through the rest of his Sunday routine.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was antsy in the clinic tonight. Even Phale's attempt to reassure him down hadn't done much good given what was going down and Wilson paced.

The nurse was sent back to make sure the exam rooms were prepped for about the third time and Wilson went back to his pacing, mostly just hoping that the plans worked.
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[personal profile] stykera
The island had been invaded by dinosaurs and having to avoid being eaten on his way into the clinic had done nothing to improve Stark's mood. He much preferred Molly's friend's dinosaur from last week, who hadn't thought he was dinner. Luckily, if there was one skill Stark had mastered in the years before coming to Fandom, it was running away and he had made it there safely for his shift.

Seeing the number of people that had already been in for treatment, he groaned. And perhaps flailed a bit before getting settled in for what looked to be a long sort of night.



[OCD coming up. Also, from what I can tell nobody's checked out yet that was here this morning. If this is incorrect, please ping me on AIM or in the OOC comment when it shows up.]

[Edit: Chad is gone. Room 5 is empty.]
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian checked the exam rooms and was surprised to find that girl-in-a-coma had somehow turned into the not-black-and-white-hooker.

Huh.

Stranger things had happened.
[identity profile] janet-fraiser.livejournal.com
Janet was lazily doing an inventory check, and hoping for an uneventful night at the clinic.

She could hope, right?

OOC: Gimme a couple minutes for OCD. All right, everything should be ready.
[identity profile] blonde-doctor.livejournal.com
Elliot did a quick set of rounds -- and was happy to see Ami Mizuno was finally awake -- made sure everything in the clinic seemed to be in order, and then settled in behind the desk with a large coffee and a crossword puzzle, which she was completing in ink.

The clinic was open.
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna was very suprised to find that there were actually people in the clinic. Faithful...decided the TV made a good bed.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian was a little groggy this morning. Between Jasmine and Maureen, he was getting worn out.

It was so hard being him.
[identity profile] headologist.livejournal.com
Granny was sitting at the front desk, darning a pair of worn black stockings.

FTEC, Thursday Evening

Thursday, April 6th, 2006 07:38 pm
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
The sheer number of people residing in the clinic when Trevor arrives corrects any notion that it might be quiet this evening. But, he thinks, at least he won't be bored.

[Give me a moment to arrange our injured people in their proper places. *g*] [All right, have at it!]
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian was surprised to find the clinic full of patients when he arrived Thursday morning. Lilly was still unconscious, and there was a male stabbing victim and a female patient with severe burns as well. What the hell went on in this town last night?
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
The passage of air was LOUD today and Wilson moved very, very carefully in an attempt to keep the air as still as possible. He was late opening the Clinic not because he was late getting *to* the Clinic but because he was moving very slowly…in the hope of keeping the air really quiet.

Getting the doors open, he started a pot of coffee and sucked back the third 20oz bottle of water he’d been drinking since about oh…not too many hours ago. Putting a happy face on, he managed to do rounds without passing out, which was a blessing, checking in on Rory, Logan and Jack before crawling back up to the front desk.

Sitting down, very carefully –DAMN AIR WILL YOU SHUT UP!- Wilson leaned forward till he could cradle his head on his forearms. Seven…liquors….what the hell had he been thinking last night?

That it felt good to laugh a little and not hurt…andohGodI’mnottwentyanymore

Dragging his water bottle down into his lap to snuggle it close, Wilson reached for the half a piece of bagel he’d been trying to choke down for over an hour now. He was about half-way through it. By noon he might be finished with it.

If I live that long…Crowley is going to kill me.

Taking a slow breath, Wilson sat up and reached for a chart. He was being in his charting and really needed to catch up, if the little black squiggly lines would just stay still long enough for him to read them.

Doctor on Duty.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was still tired and in all honesty, he expected to be through the holiday weekend. He was physically run into the ground -hey, Fandom might be a relatively small island but you trying running all up and down those hills particularly hauling Angel's muscular ass around- and as for emotionally...

Yeah that was pretty much still touch and go also.

But, the Clinic was open the lights inviting and the smell of a Christmas Blend coffee filled the air. Wilson was working on discharge papers/information for Rory and Logan. He could only imagine that they were more then ready to be sprung though he was uncertain about when exactly that springing was going to happen.

Doctor....well the coffee's made, come by and have a cup if you wish.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson really hadn't been planning to hold any sort of Clinic hours on the weekend but this wasn't just any sort of weekend after all. He still spent the morning and the first part of the afternoon back in the apartment with House, sitting and watching really bad Saturday morning cartoons and mocking them in a way that would make T. Servo and the rest of the MST crew proud.

Eventually, the itch had gotten to him and Wilson had decided to head down to the Clinic to finish up some paperwork and ... well ... just in case anyone needed to stop by. They hadn't been told by the school that they had to be open but it was unlikely that Wilson would ever completely lose the office political animal side of his nature.

So in the later afternoon, early evening the Clinic would be officially unofficially open for a few hours, just in case anyone needed to swing by, Wilson was at the front desk and actually he was working on, work...not crosswords.

Pester if you so desire.

Night Shift

Saturday, October 15th, 2005 08:58 pm
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH is sitting at the clinic desk, waiting for patients. He has in front of him several teenage fashion magazines, a copy of Rules for Radicals, and several law journals. He periodically flips back and forth between them, twirling his scythe thoughtfully, while a pen, which he is not holding, scribbles now and again on a peice of parchment. Those that care to see will see, "Zombie Undead Vitality-Impaired Anti-Defamation and Fashion Style Alternative Appearences League" written in scrolling blue font at the top. He seems to outlining ideas in a painfully politically correct manner.*

A sign is posted on the desk, which reads:

"ALL PATIENTS WELCOME, REGARDLESS OF VITALITY STATUS"

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