fandom_clinic | FTEC, Sat Night

Pip kicked the door open carrying an unconcious Nadia on his shoulders. "I need help here!"

Tommy snapped on a pair of gloves and came to the front. "What happened?"

"A pair of complete nutters happened," Edmund said, following behind.

"What happened besides running into Canadians or folks from Jersey?" Tommy asked.

"She was attacked by... a vampire and an unreasonably strong person. I'm not sure what the extent of her injuries are, but she's been unconcious since I saw her."

"Bring her over to the bed," Tommy said, pointing the way. "Did the asshole get blood off her?"

"No. I was there the whole time and that's the one thing those two hellions didn't do."

He sat down and began the laborious process of peeling off the remains of his duct tape cocoon.

Pip carried Nadia and laid her gently down on the bed. He pulled out a pocket knife. "Should I cut off the duct tape bindings on her chest?"

He glanced at her duct taped arm. There was nothing for that save a good rip.

Tommy took a look at this. "And the duct tape was because...?"

"Their version of manacles," Edmund said sourly, still peeling.

"I've had kinkier," Tommy said. To Pip he said, "Okay, kid, move away and let me look at her. If she's got anything broken I don't want you jostling it."

Pip nodded and took a few steps back, concern written on his face.

Tommy hauled a light over so he could examine her closely. Noticing the extent of the damage to her entire body, he turned to Pip and Edmund and said, "Okay, you two can go wait in the waiting room. I'll take care of her."

"That's fine with me." Edmund was still disgustedly peeling duct tape off himself and muttering about kids who read too many penny dreadfuls.

Pip nodded and retreated into the waiting room, where he pulled out a cell phone.

He had a phone call he needed to make.

Once he and Nadia were alone, Tommy pulled the curtain around the bed closed for privacy. He leaned down to watch her face carefully. "Sweetheart? Can you hear me?"

Nadia let out a very soft moan and mumbled something in Spanish.

"Sure as hell hope you spoke that before you got banged up, kid," Tommy said. He got a sharp pair of scissors and started to work on the duct tape on her arm. It was a good splint for a stop gap, but he needed to examine her and see the extent of the damage.

Nadia gasped as the duct tape pulled away from her arm, and mumbled again. It probably had to do with hating duct tape.

"Could've been worse," Tommy said. "Could've been a Brazilian."

Figuring she wasn't much for talking at this point, he set about properly taking care of her injuries.

Nadia was silent throughout most of the examination, only occasionally making a noise when something particularly hurt.

Tommy did his best to try to be gentle - he was an asshole but not that much of an asshole. Not to kids. Not even to Mexican ones.

Finally done, he took his gloves off. "Okay, honey. Just try to stay comfortable and I'll go check on your friends."

Shortly after hanging up with Pip, Phoebe had rushed to the clinic. Seeing Pip, she went over to him.

"Where is she?"

Pip nodded towards the exam rooms. "In there. The firefighter guy is with her. Told us to keep out for now."

He looked a little banged up and in dire need of a cigarette.

Edmund still had blood crusted in his hair from the blow to the head he'd taken the day before. He was cursing under his breath and peeling duct tape off.

Phoebe handed Pip a packl of cigarettes that she often carried for her friends for times like this because... hey, Fandom, and then looked at Edmund. "Are you okay?"

"I've been trussed up like a duct tape roast by a pair of hedonistic teenagers for the past thirty-six hours, had my head banged into one of my own display shelves, and those same two children destroyed my flat." Edmund glowered at the world in general. "No, I am not okay."

"You," Pip said as he gladly took the pack of cigarettes. "Are a life saver."

"I try," she said with a tight smile. "I grabbed them when you called. I figured you'd need them and hey, I help family."

Done with Nadia, Tommy came back out. "Okay - " he noticed the new person. "Client or visitor?"

"Visitor, Dr. Tommy," Phoebe said softly. "I'm here for Nadia."

"She's in the back," Tommy said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the direction. "Banged up pretty good. Broken wrist, ribs, lotta bruises, looks like a concussion. I want her to stay the night just in case. You want to keep her company?"

Phoebe didn't have the words right now to tell Tommy how thankful she was that he had asked.

She nodded. "Yes, Dr. Tommy, I'll stay with her. Thank you." She tried to smile, but it was a worried one. "My boyfriend will probably be in later to sit with me. Dr. Tommy... she'll be okay, right?"

It was possible Tommy should tell her that he was really "Mr. Gavin" but - eh. Details.

"Should be," Tommy said. "Keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't grow a second head or whatever the fuck happens in this town when people get broken bones. I live right upstairs if you need anything. Figure she'd rather be looking at your face instead of mine though."

Phoebe nodded. "I'll stay with her, and keep her calm when she wakes up, too. I have a feeling she might be a little antsy when she wakes up."

"Need anything ~~handwave it 'cause I'm going to bed~~ give a holler," Tommy said.

"Yes sir," she said as she went into Nadia's room.

Nadia wasn't exactly awake, but she wasn't out cold any more, and she still had the feeling that she had to get away from something.

Her attempts to sit up and run mostly resulted in twitching and whimpering at the moment, though.

Phoebe moved her chair as close to Nadia's bed as she could and held her hand while her other hand brushed hair from her forehead.

"Easy, Nadia," she said softly. "You're safe now."

Nadia flinched away from the contact before relaxing slightly. "Wal'er,"

Phoebe nodded. "I know. Pip told me."

"'s not 'im." It wasn't clear if Nadia was telling Phoebe that, or herself. Heck, Nadia herself probably didn't know.

Phoebe shook her head.

"No, Nadia, it isn't really him. Someone else has control of him."

Nadia let out a soft breath. "'kay." A little bit later, it was clear she was out again.

After getting Phoebe's message, Bel shimmered to the clinic. "What the hell happened?" he asked Phoebe.

Phoebe looked up in relief to see Cole.

"Walter and Pippi have been possessed and had fun with Nadia." She swallowed. "She'll be okay just..." She shook her head. "Pip called you and I."

"Possessed?" Cole repeated. That would explain why Tim thought Pippi was a changeling and why Walter stood Nadia up, and why Al hadn't seen them around that day. "Do you know by what? And do you think they're going to come after Nadia again?"

"Pippi is possessed by the fairy that possessed her during the play. Walter is possessed by some sort of vampirie version of himself." She looked worried. "I don't know... but that might be why Pip wanted me to see if you'd stay with me and Nadia... to keep us safe in case they did?"

"Of course," Bel said. "If they try anything, they'll regret it."

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