Clinic Hours - Monday November 7th 2005-

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No matter what shape he or the Clinic was in...the clinic was open.

There would be the smell of freshly brewing coffee, the rustle of paperwork and perhaps even some music from the small radio Wilson had taken to keeping around to keep him company during the day.

Doctor on Duty, come bleed or beg coffee!

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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna pokes at the bandages on her shoulders and hands, trying to figure out the extent of damages. "That's good? No lasting harm?" She glances around for either of the doctors. "Can I leave now?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"I think you're pretty much all right. A burn, some scrapes. Wilson should be by soon." She moved closer and said meaningfully. "Everyone is all right."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna nodded and peered at Beka. "Speak plainly, what do you want?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka sighed. If she was unsubtle, Alanna was a sledgehammer. "To make sure no one gets hurt any further. Phoebe, for example."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna sighed. She could do subtle, well, maybe not. "Since everyone appears to be fine, I don't see how anyone else is going to get hurt. As long as Bel's back to normal."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka noddded encouragingly. OK, that was better. "You and I can keep it that way, I think."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna rubber her temples. "Can you get one of the doctors to let me out of here?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Sure. I can try."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

((Sure. I'm going to have Alanna get out early enough to get to the council meeting. Silly, silly girl. Who cares very little about her own pain. *sighs*))