fandom_clinic | FTEC, Tuesday Night

If she's not here, she's probably in the lab. Just give a shout!

After greeting the new students, Pip went out to the clinic.

Nat rounded the corner from the lab, her attention focussed on the stainless clipboard in her hand...until she sensed the presence of someone else. She looked up. "Evening," she said, smiling. "Can I help you?"

"Er... yes. A while ago I got some... nasty cuts while out of town. A local doctor stitched me up and told me to come in about today to see if the stitches were ready to be taken out."

"Fair enough." Natalie waved him back toward Exam 1. "If you'll wait in there, I'll be right with you."

There was nothing really wrong with Janet. She'd just been so caught up in studying that she felt like dropping by the clinic when she had nothing else to do.

The fact that she'd been wandering around town and was bored out of her skull? Had nothing to do with it, really.

Nat was sitting at the front desk, writing up notes when Janet entered. She smiled at the younger woman while noting her bland expression. "You look awfully enthused," she said with a chuckle.

"Were you ever one of those students that hated not having anything to study?" asked Janet, sitting heavily in a chair in front of Natalie's desk. "Finals are over, the library is closed, and I've already finished my newest book. Aside from freaking out the newbies, I have nothing to do."

She glanced quickly--and hopefully unobtrusively--at Natalie's notes, wondering if there was anything interesting to read in them.

"I was quite the nerd in my day," Natalie replied with a laugh. She jotted down a few more quick notes, then glanced up at Janet. "My parents often wondered what was wrong with me when I'd rather stay inside than go out and play. I was forcibly ejected from the house more than once during the summer."

"In your day?" asked Janet. She grinned. "I didn't think your day had quite finished." That shorthand looked familiar. With some new notations, maybe? "My uncle doesn't mind, thankfully. Possibly because I have a social life. Or possibly because he's there and I'm here, and so he doesn't notice when I hole up in my room for a week to study."

She bent down and started rummaging in her bag for chocolate.

Nat passed Janet a glare, but the effect was ruined by the grin that threatened. "Being away from home during college definitely helped," she pursed her lips, and finished up her thought in the notebook. "And the all nighters more than helped prepare me for my residency."

Janet did her best to look innocent. It probably didn't work. "Being away from home helps you get away with almost anything," she said, losing the innocent look entirely. Thank goodness she'd developed the skill of reading upside down years ago. Now if only she could do it quickly. "I had an internship at a hospital last summer. It was brutal." She grimaced.

"The doctors certainly loved to test our endurance." She gave a slightly wistful smile. All of it seemed a lifetime ago. How would it seem eight hundred years from now?

"You act like you miss that," said Janet, one eyebrow raised.

Natalie shrugged. "Some nights, I suppose I do. It can get a little more quiet than I'm comfortable with around here. Gives new meaning to the term 'graveyard shift.'"

"Quiet does mean that nobody's dying," said Janet. "But the total lack of activity for an entire shift does get to you sometimes."

Tossing a glance toward the big screen television, Nat smirked. "I've at least gotten caught up on my movie collection."

"I've worked my way through the first four seasons of Wormhole X-Treme! by now," said Janet. "Whoever replaced the TV got a good one, I have to say."

"I'm rather enamored with it. Nothing like a life-size Fred and Ginger." She capped her pen and closed the notebook. On her laptop computer, a .wav file sounded, and an instant messenger window popped up. She smiled warmly, typed a quick greeting, then turned her attention back to Janet.

"I tend to use it as background noise, even when I'm in the lab. It's somewhat reassuring."

"Bad science fiction on that size screen is, um. Something else," said Janet. Snickered. Really bad science fiction.

"Not used to the quiet?" asked Janet curiously.

"In some respects, no?" Natalie gave a chuckle. "I mean, sure you get used to the dead bodies, and the quiet, but there was usually someone else around, in the lab, in the offices; I had a few friends that would drop by. On shift here, I'm just about the only one around most nights, and it gets pretty quiet. If I'm in the lab, I don't notice as much, but I haven't been back there much this week."

"You're a doctor. How many dead bodies did you hang out with?" asked Janet, frowning. "Sunday shifts are pretty dead too. Unlike the library. There's almost always someone in the library." Janet nodded. "Caught up in the research, huh?"

Nat gave a wry grin. "I'm a doctor, yes, but I was also the M.E. Most of my patients were dead bodies. The research sort of broke the monotony some nights."

"So basically you were the perfect person to treat Angel," said Janet, snickering. "Sounds like an interesting job, though."

You have no idea, Natalie thought. Aloud, she said, "It would appear so. And, while I miss the job, I still have my friends, and the job here at least provides me the chance to work with patients who have a pulse. For a change."

"You've got to love a change," said Janet, standing up. "Well, I've got to see if there's anyone else I can pester. And I'm in search of ice cream. See you later."

Janet waved on the way out.

OOC: I figured this had dragged too long and we could get them to meet up again later.

Sneaking up on her might not be a good idea, but you're welcome to try...

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Pip stepped into the room and stripped off his shirt. His back and chest were covered in stitched up cuts, some short, some long.

Nat slipped back to the lab to make sure her samples were safely stored in the specimen fridge, then moved back to Exam 1. Entering the room, she frowned at the veritable pin cushion waiting for her. She shook her head. "Meet up with something in a dark alley?" A wry smile crossed her lips as she gathered her supplies and snapped on a pair of gloves.

"Someone with a pair of knives, and it was on a scaffolding," Pip answered. "Actually, pair of someones, but I only met with one of them, so to speak."

Her brows arched in surprise as she applied the local anesthetic, then began to make quick work of the stitches. If he didn't want to elaborate, that was fine... but this town certainly had a knack for injuring the students. Then again, some of them went looking for trouble.

"You'll feel a bit of pressure," she advised as she went to work on one of the longer cuts.

Pip grit his teeth as the doctor started digging in.

Nat worked as quickly as she dared, knowing it was uncomfortable. She'd only had a stitch or two in her pre-crossing life, and it had been enough to burn into memory that she'd never wanted to do it again. Not so much a problem anymore, she thought.

After a bit, she sat back. The small tray next to the table was littered with bits of what looked like string, and she placed her snips down with a clank. Next, the gloves came off. She regarded Pip with a smile. "You've healed up fine, though you might want to take it easy until you get used to moving normally again."

Pip stretched a little. "Thanks, yeah. I have every intention of just taking it easy for a while ~~though my mun doesn't~~." He reached for his shirt and pulled it back on. "I'm not sure we've met, Dr....?"

"Lambert." She smiled, extending a hand once he had his shirt back on.

Pip smiled. "Pip Bernadette. Thanks for digging the stitches out."

"All part of the services we offer here," Natalie replied. "Frequent services, even."

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