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Stark had not woken up as a weetiny alien on Saturday. He'd just woken up regular-sized and spent most of the weekend in his room, like he does. So, being a regular-sized Stark, he was in the clinic for his regular Sunday shift. And he had candy, for any wee students who might stop by. Because tiny children like candy, don't they? And they couldn't possibly have had enough candy yet this weekend.


((Come see the nice alien for all your weetiny medical needs. He has chocolate! And if you ask nice, he might glow for you.))

ETA: Grabbing dinner. Back soonish, I think. Back!!
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
"Oh for the love of Christ," Tommy said as he took in how many beds were full. "This is not a God damn hotel! You kids need to stop playing with the lighter fluid or whatever it is you do for fun."

Having given the benefit of his wisdom, Tommy sulked off to his desk.

[ooc: OCD threads coming Threads are up! Ping Tommy in the lobby if you need him, otherwise I might not see.]
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Realizing Allie, even though she'd been released, was in no shape to open the clinic, Christian headed over Saturday morning. He wasn't entirely surprised to find the clinic full of patients. Friday nights tended to be busier than others around here for some reason.

FTEC, Friday Night

Friday, April 14th, 2006 06:55 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie checked on the patients, somewhat surprised to find a new addition who hadn't been impaled, burned, or wasn't dead. She then made her way to the lab and engrossed herself in her work.
[identity profile] headologist.livejournal.com
Granny was sitting at the front desk, darning a pair of worn black stockings.
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie arrived at the clinic as close to six as possible, taking great care to keep to the shadows and out of the direct sunlight. There was a busy air about the clinic; the energy and goodwill generated by Janet's 'Chosen One Blood Drive' still lingered, almost palpable. Nat was sure something else was going to happen -- something had to, to save Angel. She could only sit back and wait. In the meantime, she would check up on Angel and settle in with her laptop.

[Posted early due to LJ's incredibly irresponsible timing. To quote Indy (in that really bad Scottish brogue), "How dare they?" Tags will change after some of the carnage has cleared.

Also -- I'll will be at dinner for a bit, so slowplay is the key until after sunset. ;)]

FTEC, Friday

Friday, March 10th, 2006 08:27 am
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna came into the clinic, her scowl down to an almost normal level. She glanced around the clinic, trying not to blink too much and put her bag, with Faithful inside, down on a empty chair. Noting that Angel appeared to be asleep and there was nothing that needed her immediate attention, she made herself comftorable behind the desk, a book in hand.

After Paige faints

Wednesday, October 5th, 2005 11:34 am
[identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com
Beka help's Paige into the clinic, they go and sit down waiting for someone to look at the gash on Paige's head
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Phoebe heard sounds start filtering into her brain. She didn't want to wake up just yet. Waking up meant pain and worry and zombies.

Phoebe's eyes opened, only to clench shut again. Okay, light hurt eyes that had been open since some time on Thursday night. She opened her eyes again, this time very slowly. She was thankful to discover that most of the pain in her head had let up. She took a deep breath and did an internal checklist of her condition.

Head no longer felt like someone was squeezing it in a vice. This on its own was a very good thing. Paige must have been right when she said that it must have been tied into her powers. That could become an annoyance.

Her body felt way too weak for her liking and when she attempted to move, pain shot through her shoulder. She was confused until she remembered about the zombie trying to kill her and remove her from where she had been defending the weapons locker with her sisters --- and Jake and Krycek.

Zombies...fucking zombies.

She wondered just how much research Grams had done on this insane asylum before sending her and Piper to die here experience the place. Would anyone have known to contact Grams and Prue if she and Piper had died this weekend?

Phoebe took a deep breath, going over a mental checklist of everything that had happened this weekend and everyone she needed to check on.

Been awake since late Thursday night, not such a good thing. Had a killer migraine that started out on Friday morning anad continued to only get worse throughout the weekend. Piper and Paige refusing to leave her side during the entire time she was guarding the weapons locker. Hank also refusing to leave her side. She remembered Jake and Krycek showing up, and also refusing to leave her and her sisters to face whatever came their way. She remembered the zombies attacking and Piper saving her life by freezing one of them so she could get away before it killed her. She remembered the three of them pummeling the two zombies, and then she remembered boosting Piper up onto the weapons locker when the flooding had occured.

Her forehead wrinkled as she tried to piece together the events after that.

She remembered the six of them up on high things watching zombie soup flow past them and recording everything with the camcorder that Chloe had left behind when she had been helping Phoebe Friday night. She remembered hearing more gunfire and then hearing Jayne's voice as he brought a rescue team for them. She could remember Krycek and Piper telling Jayne that she was hurt...and then passing out and falling down onto Jayne when he was trying to get her down off the locker.

She felt a hand squeeze hers and she slowly turned her head in that direction.

"Hey..." she said softly as the person next to her came into focus. She smiled a genuinely happy smile. "Where am I and how long have you been sitting here with me?" No, somehow it didn't surprise her that she wasn't alone and that he was here.

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