Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Elliot was in a good mood as she came into the clinic -- she had a strawberry smoothie and it had been a beautiful weekend.

The mood did not dissipate as she checked the charts and realized two patients had stayed overnight. Having something to do was nice, and it looked like they were both healing well.

She checked on Sam and Annette before settling in at the desk and trying to catch up on her e-mail.

[OOC: I'll be offline from about 11 until 2 or so around but possibly slow. Visitors, go on to the rooms if you want.]

Elliot came in with a bag of candy-covered chocolate eggs and -- after checking to be sure there was no doctoring to be done -- occupied herself by dividing them by color, then eating them in order so the piles would have equal amounts of candy.

A little OCD made after-holiday candy sales that much more fun.

The clinic was open.

Elliot was still rubbing sleep from her eyes as she came into the clinic. She checked the exam rooms to make sure there weren't any patients, then made some tea and settled in at the desk to catch up with her medical journals. Or browse blogs for reactions to the Strifenova Celestia season finale. Possibly both.

After a night spent picking stray bits of kelp the storm had blown in out of her collections of medical journals and stuffed animals, Elliot took a long, long long shower. Satisfied she no longer smelled fishy, she went to open the clinic.

Which also smelled a little fishy, actually. She checked in on Liz and Ami and then got busy with some Lysol. The clinic was open and fairly dry.

There was no Elliot here.

There was a blond lump beneath the desk repeatedly banging its forehead against the wall and wondering why she even left her apartment that morning, given that everyone on the island had seen her as a 5-year-old ninja-ballerina-doctor. And that lump would probably, if someone came in, manage to provide a simulation of medical care.

But she was seriously considering changing her name and leaving town, or having radical plastic surgery. She'd always wanted a new chin anyhow.

The clinic is open -- even though, because acute embarrassment is not a medical diagnosis, it cannot help the poor doctor beneath the desk.

Another Monday, another clinic shift. Elliot nodded a greeting to the nurse, checked to make sure the clinic beds were empty, and then settled behind the desk with a huge mug of coffee and a book of Sudoko puzzles. The clinic was open.

Elliot had been at work all day. Really.


She'd just been very quietly watching TV in a back room because there was a Golden Girls marathon on and she didn't want to miss her favorite episode. But the clinic was open, and she'd probably come out if anyone needed her. She wouldn't even wait for the commercial break.

[OOC: Sorry for late.]

After stopping by the staff meeting, Elliot opened the clinic on time and settled behind the desk with a bran muffin, an enormous strawberry smoothie, and a talk show about paternity tests on the TV.

If anyone came in, she'd probably change the channel very fast.

The clinic is open.

Elliot slept off her champagne-and-Dick-Clark hangover to open the clinic slightly late. She checked to make sure the beds were empty, then settled in behind the desk to finish her syllabus for the next semester.

The clinic is open, if anyone has put an eye out with a champagne cork or anything.

Elliot rushed into the clinic a little late carrying some coffee -- which she promptly spilled all over her clean lab coat.

Whoops.

She mopped herself up and then checked to make sure the exam rooms were empty before settling behind the desk with a giant book of Sudoko puzzles.

Elliot opened the clinic on time and armed with coffee. After checking to make sure there were no patients, she settled in at the desk and popped a DVD of White's Body.

It was so fantastically true-to-life, it made her sniffle.

The Clinic was open for anyone who needed it.

By the time Elliot's red-eye landed and she struggled through baggage claim and made it back to the island, it was time for her to get to work.

Great. It wasn't enough she had to spend her week off going through two break-ups and her complete humiliation, she didn't even get much time to lick her wounds. (She wasn't counting the time she spent sobbing and eating ice cream in her hotel room Sunday. That was purely therapeutic.)

At least she was away from everything that reminded her of Sean and adult-JD.

Well, most things. There was a little stuffed dolphin Sean had given her that she took some delight in performing exploratory surgery on.

The clinic was open.

[OOC: I'll have a longer IC post about this up later, but the stuff that happened in "My Fault," "My Self-Examination" and "My Best Friend's Wedding" happened while Elliot was on break. Basically, she left one guy for another, and then the second guy decided he only loved her as a friend. She will not be sunshine and kittens for the next few days.]

Elliot got to the clinic early and was surprised to notice there had been overnight patients. She quickly checked on Marie and Zuko before settling at the desk to watch game shows.

When Elliot stopped by her office after health class, she was surprised -- but not displeased -- by the new wallpaper and the costumes on the rats.

The wallpaper had to stay. The costumes, though, seemed like they should go before the rats suffocated or something -- though they were darn cute. She freed the rats from their badger suits (Ronnie almost bit her, woe) and then checked her voice mail.

And found a handwavey message telling her to get to the clinic. Which is why she skidded in a little before noon -- running in heels was hard -- and threw on the lights.

And was relieved to find things quiet. She hoped they'd stay that way, though all of her experience in medicine suggested that wouldn't be the case.

[OOC: I'll be in and out today; it might be faster to mod the nurse.]

Elliot turned on the TV and settled in for an engrossing shift of talk shows and sitcom reruns from the '80s.

She was on hand if anyone needed the clinic.

Elliot propped herself behind the desk, smiling a little from having meant so many nice neighbors that morning. She turned on the TV and immersed herself in a marathon of reruns of The Z-Cases.

Elliot sat tapping at her laptop, trying to work out the scenarios for the final First Aid class on Tuesday.

She was thinking she might have to embrace the badger thing. Though not -- gah -- in the way someone working for the clinic did, judging from some of the messages on the answering machine.

Feeling uncreative, she wandered off to Caritas for a drink and a chat. She felt only slightly guilty about having had alcohol on the job when she returned to the clinic; she wasn't drinking, she was supporting a local businessman.

Also? Her stool was spinny. Whee.

[OOC: I am incredibly sorry this is late.]