FTEC, Monday Evening

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

As Trevor came into the clinic, he made a face at the unrecognizable smell. Either someone had very strange taste in lunch food, or there was another chemist around who was even more eclectic in their skills than he was.

But, there would be time to investigate that further later. For now, he was certain there were more pressing clinic issues to deal with.

[I don't know if the Danger Shop people want to stick to the post from earlier in the day, but you're welcome here too.]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Hearing someone new come into the clinic and guessing that Granny might be a bit overwhelmed with the more heavily injured victims of Sucky Robots, Xander headed over to his thread the other end of the clinic, and beckoned to John that he might want to follow.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John kind of hobble jumps over to Xander and leans against him because cut feet, yo.

"There aren't robots down here, are there?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander offers his arm. "Don't think so. If there were, though, they'd suck."

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

Trevor's barely put his coat down before there's people coming over to him, and he gives them all cursory glances as he starts pointing to chairs. "Sit down, all of you, before you end up on the floor. What happened?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"There were robots," John says and does the robot. No, seriously, he does. "And they suck and we got ouchies. Ouch."

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

It's not wise to laugh at a patient, even if they are doing a strange dance, so Trevor switches his focus to finding bandages and antiseptic. "It's probably best if I don't question the presence of violent robots in this place, isn't it?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"They were holograms, sir." John says, bouncing again because his feet hurt. "There was a panel and someone named HAL and people saved the day. So, the robots seem to be gone now."

[soldtoarmenians]

"So in essence," Xander sums up, "Yes. Questions bad."

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

"That seems to be the general answer to anything odd around here. 'Don't ask questions, everything is relatively normal.' What I wouldn't give for people to be that understanding where I'm from," Trevor muses as he begins to clean them up. "I apologize if this stings," he warns.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Don't cry, Xander," John says and makes himself laugh.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Doubting how it could sting more than this already-- OW."

Xander does not cry, for he is brave like a soldier. But he might whimper a little.

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

Trevor would hold Xander like a someone broken if it weren't for the fact that it crossed that necessary doctor/patient line. And besides, he didn't swing that way most of the time.

For mocking the poor boy, Trevor made sure that cleaning John's wounds really did sting. "Are either of you in any other pain?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander points to the big bump on the top of his head. "Um. Owie?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John peers at the bump too. "Damn, you did get hit hard. Ouch."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander laughs, kinda tiredly. "Strongest girl in the world throws a boot at you... owie."

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

Trevor does his best not to actually touch the bump as he examines it, and gets out his small flashlight, shining it quickly in Xander's eyes. "Well," he says, "it looks like you managed to emerge concussion-free. Congratulations."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinks the sparks out of his vision. "Good; she'd probably feel bad if I was all concussy. Is that a word? Shouldn't it be? Anyway, friendly fire, pretty much my fault."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yay Xander. No concussion," John cheers, shaking his hand a little bit. "You can use the ouchies to get sympathy from the pretty people."

[soldtoarmenians]

This has honestly, up to this point, not even occurred to Xander. "Dude. You have a point of most sharp poky pointiness."

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

"He certainly does. Make sure you tell all the ladies and boys and Mounties that you got injured defending the school. That's the sort of thing that works every time."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander may not be concussed, but he's definitely tired and rather slaphappy. "I like him," he says to John. "He wins. Unless the other doctors here are even cooler." He turns his head back towards Trevor. "Are all the new clinic people this nice?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"He's pretty cool," John agrees, looking around for a chair because omg feet. "And he's smart. Way smart."

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

Just when Trevor's starting to think that robots are the strangest thing he's heard about, now he has people calling him nice? Not that he's going to argue with either of the boys, at least not right now.

"Thank you," he says, grabbing another chair. "And no, I'm definitely the best doctor here. You got lucky."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raises an eyebrow, and instantly regrest it. Owie. "No, I think I'd remember that. No getting lucky. Robots suck, but not that way."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yay us," John says and cheers weakly. "Can I have some aspirin?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yes, please. We like aspirin. Or whatever will make the little man with the mallet stop banging it on the top of my head."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Strongest you got," John says. "I'll take an IV too. Something."

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

Trevor eyes Xander carefully before making a grab for the aspirin, handing one pill each to him and John, along with a small cup of water. "I hope it goes without saying that the little man should not be bribed with alcohol for a few days? You should get as much rest as you can as well."

[soldtoarmenians]

"We are underage, and would never bribe any little men to do anything with beverages that it is illegal for us to purchase or consume," Xander answers. He sounds like he means it. Really. Okay not. "But so noted, for some time when we are not underage and might be tempted to bribe some men to do something."

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

Trevor's beginning to wonder if his non-concussion diagnosis is actually correct, or if this young man is just naturally strange. "That's good to hear," he says, still eyeing Xander a little wearily. "Now, if any of the pain gets worse, or if you start feeling dizzy or nauseous, make sure you come back here, all right?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Will do," Xander assures him. The thought occurs that he should probably ask for a note to get out of classes tomorrow, but then again, he's only got the one, and John did have a most poky pointy point about the sympathy points to be gained from actually showing up and nteracting with people while covered with strategically-placed OW. Even if it's real OW and really hurts. "Thanks, doc - you, unlike the robots, do not suck."

Xander offers John and his ouchified feet an arm to lean on as they leave the clinic.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Too lazy to switch logins. Would you care if I *handwave* MacGyver coming in, having his leg x-rayed and then getting a cast put on for his broken leg?]

[goodtrevor.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Nope. That's fine. *g*]