http://ladder62.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_clinic2006-03-22 09:30 am
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FTEC, Wednesday day shift

Tommy didn't want to say that having a flat screen TV made having clinic duty better. There was still the problem of having to, whaddyacallit, deal with sick people who expected to make demands on your time.

On the other hand you could not beat the reception.

Currently he was watching Legend Smashers.

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Tex sighed and hobbled over to the exam room. "Got shot," she said as she took a seat on the empty bed.

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Think you're funny?" Tex asked as she undid the snap to her pants.

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
That got a laugh out of Tex and she worked her pants down to reveal the bandages on her thigh. Seriously, there wasn't much more to say to that.

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's been sore," Tex admitted because she might be stubborn, but she's not entirely stupid.

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Clean bandage twice a day with a salve against infection," Tex replied and sneered. "I thought it might be better than that mumbo jumbo that old woman was trying to sell me about bad spirits."

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Some crap about keeping a fucking bandage away from the ground because otherwise the healing will go out of the leg," Tex grumbled and shook her head. "As if I'm oging to walk around with a bandage around my foot."

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Tex raised an eyebrow and watched what Tommy was doing. "I suppose so, especially on this island."

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't," she scowled. "You saw the chaos when Red skipped town. Too many idiots running around with guns, gives me a headache."

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can pull the troopers from the streets if you're feeling homesick," Tex challenged.

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not the sort of deliveries I usually make," Tex said simply.

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why don't you ask the guy who gave me that?" She suggested, motioning to her leg.

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
She snorted. "No, it's not exactly something they cover in spartan training."

[identity profile] freelancerchick.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Tex sneered and her eyes locked on Tommy, possibly to see how he'd respond. "First they give you the best combat training known to man. Once you turn thirteen they pump your body with augmentations that either kill you or make you stronger than any soldier. If you live, they install the hardware to hook you up with the armour. Once you master that, you're the UNSC pride and joy. Nice little brainwashed killing machine."