[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
As it was Thursday, Simon was at the clinic. As Simon was at the clinic, there were nurses giggling behind his back. However, should there be any patients needing their attention they would help.

[Open and OCD-free clinic]

FTEC, Thursday April 8

Thursday, April 8th, 2010 06:45 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon was at the clinic, hiding in one of the closets. The nurses had been attacking him with water guns.

[open and ocd-free clinic]

FTEC, Thursday April 1

Thursday, April 1st, 2010 03:36 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon seriously hoped that the nurses would not come up with any April's Fools jokes. Considering their sense of humour, he didn't think he would find it funny. He made himself a pot of tea and picked up a newly arrived medical journal.

[open and ocd-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon had managed to find his way to the clinic. He hoped he wouldn't end up taking care of patients who had stumbled in the fog and broken various limbs. Even the nurses seemed a little concerned, which meant they didn't giggle behind his back as often as usual.

[open and ocd-free clinic!]

FTEC, Thursday March 4

Thursday, March 4th, 2010 07:21 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
There was a frog sitting on the desk. It was attempting to hide beneath a medical journal, but with little success.

It had been a day like any other at the clinic when Simon suddenly had noticed the world grow larger. That had turned out to be a mistaken observation, though, as it turned out he had shrunk and the room was still its usual size.  Yes, he was a frog.

[The doctor is in, but he's a frog. Mod the nurses, please. Open clinic!]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Another quiet day at the clinic, Simon had assumed. He was wrong. The nurses were nothing like quiet today. He considered finding himself some earplugs.

[open and ocd-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon hadn't even noticed Valentine's Day. And even if he had he would have been surprised to find a small anonymous Valentine's card addressed to him under his private teacup. He didn't even want to consider who this was from, so he dove into going through the supplies cupboard instead.

[open and OCD-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
The clinic was open. Doctor Tam was building a tower out of empty medicine bottles. It needed to be rebuilt quite often as it had a tendency to fall down. Interestingly enough, the nurses had nothing to do with this.

[open and ocd-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
A new medical journal had arrived, and that saved the day. The nurses might be snickering behind his back, but Simon paid no attention to them.

[open and ocd-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon didn't see any nurses at the clinic today. Or so he told himself. He did his very best to ignore their presence, but it didn't quite work. He couldn't help wishing for a patient or two with a light cold or something uncomplicated.

[open and OCD-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon was reading a medical journal. He had read it before, but it didn't matter. Anything that would distract him from the giggling nurses was a good thing. It might not have worked completely but it was better than nothing.

[Open and OCD-free]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon hadn't celebrated Christmas much, and was actually rather relieved to return to work. He was surprised to find a nicely wrapped present on the desk, addressed to him. Frowning a little, he opened it, only to find it empty. The nurses giggled behind his back.

[Open and OCD-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
The clinic was very decorated today. It seemed like someone had decided that lamps were no longer needed and they could all make do with blinking Christmas decorations. Of course, that made reading a little difficult, and Simon wasn't overly pleased. He really hoped there wouldn't be any serious emergencies today. The exam rooms might be festive, but not particularly functional.

Strangely enough, the nurses acted as if he was to blame.

[Open and OCD-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon pretended the nurses weren't there. It worked well until he answered the phone and it was for one of them, and he automatically replied that 'yes, she's here', and the illusion crumbled. Then he fled to the storage cupboard to go through the stocks.

[open and ocd-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon was wearing an elf costume. He was certainly not pleased with this, and it didn't make things better that the nurses were laughing behind his back as well making rude comments about it. Rude as in obscene, in this case, and not in a flattering way. Simon really didn't get it, but he knew he wanted this day to end.

[open and OCD-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
He still had the teapot. Simon considered this a victory, but he was well aware that he had just won a battle, not the war. The nurses coldly ignored him.

[Open and OCD-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon arrived early and caught one of the nurses trying to hide the teapot. When he pointed out that its place wasn't among the laundry he got a glare in reply. It didn't matter much though; he had the teapot, and that was victory enough.

[open and OCD-free clinic]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon wished for a quiet day at the clinic, one where he wouldn't have to deal with whatever the nurses had against him. No such luck though. When he arrived he couldn't find the teapot, and the only response he got from the nurses on its whereabouts were smirks.

[open and OCD-free clinic]


[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon had taken it upon himself to go through the stocks today and make lists of what was missing. It wasn't much, not even by the standards of his time, even if a few essentials were sadly unavailable in this time. The nurses kept making faces behind his back, which he made his best to ignore.

[Open and OCD-free clinic]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon was ignoring the nurses. Whatever they did today he did not notice or hear. It worked reasonably well. He sighed a little as he opened the same medical journal for the fifth time, and made a note to himself to try and find something else to read for next week.

[open and ocd-free]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
The nurses had brought a cake today. Not for Simon, obviously. They shared it between themselves during their break, joining in a secretive and giggly conversation, with occasional glances shot at Simon across the room.

He ignored them.

[Open and OCD-free clinic]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Perhaps this was the way to deal with the nurses. Simon was ignoring them back. Not a word had been spoken between them since he arrived and they actually did seem a little uneasy. As usual, he had a large pot of tea and was looking through a few medical journals.

[Open and OCD-free]


[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
It was Thursday again, and Simon showed up early at the clinic. He made himself a pot of tea and sat down, deliberately ignoring the nurses. It was time to fight back.

[open and ocd-free]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
The nurses pretended he wasn't here today. Simon sighed, and just made himself another pot of tea. It could be worse, after all.

[Open and OCD-free!]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
When he arrived at the clinic, Simon spent the first half an hour looking for the teapot. Then suddenly it was there, right in front of him on the table. The nurses looked very smug.

[The clinic is open and OCD-free]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Was he just imagining things or were the nurses giving him even more funny looks than usual? Simon hoped it had nothing to do with him being asked to dance last week. He settled behind the desk with a large pot of tea, expecting a quiet day.

[open and OCD-free]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon sat down behind the desk at the clinic, doing his best to ignore the amused looks the nurses gave him. In a while, he would go to the bathroom and check if the mirror whether he really did look funny in some way today or whether they were just trying to make fun of him. Meanwhile, he had a medical journal to read.

[open and OCD-free clinic!]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon had been quite relieved when the sleeping patients in Town Hall had woken up, and now he really didn't mind a quiet day at the clinic.

And then the nurses decided they wanted him to play poker with them. Protesting was futile, it turned out, and the stares he got seemed lethal. In the end, he had to surrender.

At least that made the nurses happy. Simon was terrible at poker.

FTEC, Thursday July 30

Thursday, July 30th, 2009 03:50 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon had heard a few mentions on the radio of people sleeping a lot and having nightmares. He hoped they weren't coming down with the flu or something like that, but the clinic seemed quiet enough. After making himself a pot of tea he sat down behind the desk to skim through the new medical journals.

FTEC, Thursday July 23

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009 10:53 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon had had a few days to recover from his escape from the closet. So today everything was back to normal, more or less, with the nurses throwing him an occasional glare. He almost managed to ignore it.

[The clinic is open and OCD-free]

FTEC, Thursday June 25

Thursday, June 25th, 2009 03:38 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
It had taken Simon some time to overcome the embarrassment over what had happened that week which he tried not to think about. Hopefully someone would have forgotten about it by now.

Not the nurses though. Well, they might not recall their own behaviour, but judging from the looks they gave him Simon assumed they remembered what he had done. He decided that the best strategy was to reorganise the storage cupboards.

FTEC, Thursday June 4

Thursday, June 4th, 2009 07:06 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
When arriving at the clinic, Simon had expected it to be quiet as usual. He had felt a little feverish himself, and hoped he wasn't coming down with the flu or anything like that. And then it began.

The nurses smiled at him. One of them leaned very close, revealing more of her anatomy than he was comfortable with. Another one offered him a glass of juice and the managed to spill it over his shirt, after which she suggested he should take it off so that she could wash it. When he declined she got a little... forceful.

Simon had fled to a storage closet, deciding that the day was best spent going through the stocks. That was until another nurse showed up and tried to... well, he didn't want to think about that.

Now he was seated behind the desk, trying to hide behind a medical journal. It wasn't going that well.

FTEC, Thursday May 28

Thursday, May 28th, 2009 05:44 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
As usual on Thursdays, Simon was at the clinic. And as usual the nurses were giving him odd looks. They turned even odder, and slightly more scary, after he had snapped at the a few times. Simon just sighed and settled with a cup of tea behind the desk.

[open and OCD-free]

FTEC, Thursday May 21

Thursday, May 21st, 2009 06:34 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon had arrived early at the clinic, but it hadn't exactly been necessary. Still, at least he could pretend he was needed her, even if the nurses didn't actually reinforce that impression.

[open and OCD-free]

FTEC, Thursday May 14

Thursday, May 14th, 2009 03:09 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon wished the clinic would not be quiet today, for purely selfish reasons. His mind seemed unable to comprehend the fact that River had returned and then chosen to leave again, forbidding him to follow or trying to contact her. It made no sense!

And that meant it made no sense for him to be here, either, and yet he couldn't leave. There had to be a way. In fact, there was a way. He just had to take that step.

He even failed to notice the looks the nurses gave him today.
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Another day at the clinic, which would probably be as quiet as last week. Simon sat behind the desk, reading journals as usual, and ignoring the nurses. Talking to them would only make things worse.

[Open and OCD-free!]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
The clinic felt empty without little Malcolm around, Simon realised. Perhaps an empty clinic was a good thing, but eventually it got boring. Also, the nurses had been a lot nicer when he had brought the kid along.

[Open and OCD-free]


FTEC, Thursday April 9

Thursday, April 9th, 2009 04:37 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Today Simon was not a brrrrain specialist. He also hoped no one would remember the events last night at Miss Bennet. Even more so, he hoped that no one would tell the nurses. It would give them even more reason to give him odd stares.

[Open and OCD-free!]

FTEC, Thursday April 2

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009 03:00 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon had listened to the radio. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but he had hurried to the clinic, thinking that he might actually be needed today. Now he was trying to read up on zombies on the internet, not sure what to believe.
[identity profile] funnyways.livejournal.com
Mina did have a hangover, but it disappeared the instant she moved to a supply closet to... indulge in her nature. She almost was caught by a fellow nurse, but luckily managed to hide the evidence quickly.

She then took her station out front, to deal with those who came in to the clinic.

[ooc: OCD first, please. Open!]
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon was flipping through another one of the nurses' glossy magazines. Despite this he found himself to be in a good mood. Perhaps the sewing wasn't such a bad idea after all.

He found himself smiling at the thought of using embroidery stitches to stitch up wounds.

[Open and OCD-free!]


[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon was in a good mood. He had actually managed to mend one of his vests yesterday and it had been a nice gathering. Perhaps a hobby wasn't a bad idea.

He actually smiled when he greeted the nurses today, but that didn't turn out any better than usual.

[Open and OCD-free]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon has expected there to be at least a few patients considering the harpy attacks yesterday, but the clinic was quiet as usual. He made himself a pot of tea and sat down behind the desk and tried to ignore that the nurses seemed to be giggling behind his back.

[Open and OCD-free!]


FTEC, Thursday March 5

Thursday, March 5th, 2009 02:35 pm
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Simon made a list of medical supplies he missed from a good hospital on Osiris. Not that he would be able to get them. Not that they seem to be needed a lot. The nurses still wouldn't talk to him.
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
It was quiet at the clinic, and with so many people on vacation Simon hardly expected anyone to show up. That meant he had very little to do, and ended up drinking tea and skimming through fashion magazines belonging to one of the nurses. They gave him odd looks that he didn't notice.

[OCD-free]


[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Having made himself a large pot of tea that might possibly last all day, Simon settled behind the desk. He had been a little distracted lately, but catching up on the new medical journal should no doubt help with that.
[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
The clinic was quiet as usual. Simon had made a pot of tea, and was reading the latest medical journal.

[Open and OCD-free]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
No patients around, so Simon expected this to be another quiet day at the clinic. He had to admit it; he was bored. There had been a huge difference between the hospital on Osiris and Serenity, but both places had kept him busy, and he was not used to being idle. Since he had given up on any kind of conversation with the nurses, it left him sitting on his own behind the main desk in a rather bad mood.

[open and OCD-free]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Today, Simon was browsing a few books that he hoped might have some relevance for Mina Harker. It didn't look like it would be a busy day, and the further education of the staff at the clinic was important after all. He had a large cup of tea, and stayed away from trying to talk to the nurses.

[Open and OCD-free!]

[identity profile] fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com
Despite the emergency generator, the clinic was quite chilly and dimly lit. Simon sat wrapped up in blankets and sipped tea, hoping that there wouldn't be any emergencies today.

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