Clinic Evening Hours, Nov 3rd

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH is sitting at the desk, working on what appears to be somewhat ethereal paperwork while waiting for patients. He is wrapped from head to toe in robes of duct tape and has a rubber duck on his shoulder. He seems to be humming off-key, the duck chiming in periodically.

He's not the doctor, but he's the best medecine for many.*

Comments

[janet_fraiser]

"Thanks."

"You know, you and he get along entirely too well. And on that note, now that I know you're not at death's door, pun intended, I'm going to go see if I can wrap my brain around this math independent study that Sam shanghaied me into."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Remember, I said try."

"Ew math. Fine, fine, go. Be... nerdy."

[janet_fraiser]

"I know. But I have a supremely lengthy lecture in store for you that you really want to try to avoid, and that means successfully avoiding almost dying for a while."

"Says the man that grabbed eagerly for the astronomy book." Janet laughed. "Your unintellectual facade doesn't fool me, you know. Besides, I'll be back later."