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FTEC, Sunday Evening

After arriving at the clinic for his usual shift, Stark took a long moment to stare at what appeared to be a statue of one of his classmates and her cat. Then he shrugged, decided once again that Fandom was a very strange place, and sat down at the desk to watch some TV.

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Natalie entered the clinic, laptop case over her shoulder. She smiled at Stark. "Hi there," she said. "Don't mind me. Just checking up on a few things in the lab."

Stark waved to Natalie. "Hello. Do you need help? I'm not doing anything and," he continued, waving a hand at the TV, "there is nothing to watch."

Nat shook her head, glancing at the television. "A common complaint. I've gotten around it by bringing in movies during my shift." Turning back to Stark she shook her head. "But I'm afraid I don't need any help. I just need to check the status on a couple of specimens, and then I'm back out again. I made a firm resolution to enjoy my night off."

"You should go enjoy it then," Stark said with a nod.

"I plan to. But work first." She smiled, then headed back to the lab. Once there, she checked the underexposed cells she had taken from her own skin, and the blood samples she had been working with, made a few notes in her lab journal, placed them back into place, nd was back out again. The whole process took approximately ten minutes.

She waved to Stark on her way out. "Have a good evening!"

"Hey! I need help! A nutjob with aluminum siding hit my hand with a hammer (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/917156.html?thread=36025508#t36025508)," GOB said, hurrying into the clinic.

"Why did he do that?" Stark asked as he got up from the desk. "This way, exam 1."

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"He was trying to sell me siding and ended up hitting my hand with a hammer," GOB said, taking a seat in the exam room. "Oh, next time I see him, I'm firing him. He won't work security for me ever again!"

"Oh. That looks painful. I'll get the nurse to do an x-ray, to see if it's broken," Stark said as he ~~handwavily did just that.~~

"Thanks," GOB said. Then he sat through the x-ray and wondered what might be wrong. He hoped it wasn't broken or anything.

Stark consulted with the nurse on the x-ray and then turned back to GOB.

"It's broken. Not too badly though. It should heal fine. We'll put on a cast, so nothing moves."

"Dammit," GOB said. "Oh, Artie's so fired."

"How long will I need this thing?"

"Artie? Artie hit you with a hammer?" Stark stared at GOB. That didn't make sense. "You should come back in a few weeks, three weeks. To see if it's healing. You shouldn't need the cast more than ~~handwavey (with closed tag this time!)~~ weeks. Probably."

"Artie's gone mad with power," GOB said. "The rage in his eyes was intense."

"Thanks. Three weeks. That'll be fun."

Stark shook his head. "I didn't think he was violent. He never seemed violent. Strange, very strange, but not violent. I wonder what happened."

"Yes. Three. Does it hurt a lot? I can give you something for that. If you want."

"Everybody snaps sometime," GOB said.

"Painkillers? Yeah, unbelievable pain. I'll probably need the strongest stuff you have."

"Unbelievable pain?" Stark asked, not entirely believing that. "Why don't you take some of these. They should help." He handed GOB a bottle of painkillers that was definitely not the strongest they had.

"Thanks. You're not half bad," GOB said. "So, cast, pills, and I'm good to go?"

"I'm not half bad? That's good to know. And yes. You should be set. Come back if it bothers you too much. And try not to get hit with any more hammers. Or anything else, really."

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind," GOB said, heading out.

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