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FTEC, Sunday Evening

Stark was at the desk in the clinic, reading over possible recipes for his baking workshop tomorrow. All this talk of baking was making him hungry, so he dug out his stash of peanut butter cups to munch on while he pondered what to bake in the morning.

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Lobby-type things go on here. Yes.

Are there patients in the clinic? Then they should be here.

Seras lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling.

Her head ached and her neck ached and she still felt dizzy whenever she moved.

She closed her eyes.

Hospitals sucked.

At some point, Stark decided it might be a good idea to check the exam room(s) that had patients in them. So he stuck his head in Seras's room to see if everything was all right.

Seras looked up and blinked.

"Um...hullo."

"Hello," Stark said with a little wave. "Just checking in, seeing if everything's all right. Is everything all right?"

"I..."

Well, no it wasn't. Not really.

"Um...well, nothing's gotten worse."

"That's good. Isn't it? Do you need anything?" Stark asked.

Seras closed her eyes.

"I dunno. A distraction would be nice, I guess."

And someone to come tell me that no one hates me for being completely useless last night.

"I can be distracting," Stark offered. "Well, probably I can."

"I...alright."

Stark paused. Maybe he should have thought of how to be a distraction first. Oh well.

"I don't know that we ever really met. I think you were in here before though. I'm Stark. "

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Seras Victoria," she replied, holding out her hand.

Stark took the offered hand. "Good to meet you, Seras. Are you new here? New for the summer?"

"I just came this summer, yes," replied Seras, "But, I'm hoping to stay into the fall. How long have you been at Fandom?"

"Since the fall," Stark answered. "You like it here then? Even with...everything?"

Seras smiled.

"I had liked it. Very much...I'm not sure, now."

"It's a good place to be. Mostly. I like it here. Mostly," Stark repeated. "Why are you not sure now? You got hurt, but that happens to everyone here. Otherwise we wouldn't need the clinic."

Seras shook her head.

Then winced. Mistake.

"It isn't the getting hurt that bothers me," she said, "It's...I'm not sure that I'm here for the right reasons anymore."

Stark shrugged. "Find a new reason. There are always reasons. Well, usually. Or maybe you don't need a reason? I didn't have a reason. I don't even know how I ended up here. I'm glad I did though," he added.

Seras smiled, though a bit wanly.

"Perhaps you're right," she said, "I need to think."

And thinking was something she found difficult at the moment. Her thoughts tumbled like a house of cards the moment she tried to put them together.

"...Do you play any card games, Mr. Stark?"

Stark considered that for a moment. "No? Not any you would know, I don't think. But I can learn."

Seras smiled.

"Why don't you teach me one that you know?"

"Don't have the right cards here," Stark said apologetically. "Or I would."

"Ah...I should've thought. Do you have a pack of any sort of cards handy?"

Stark nodded.

"I think there are some in the desk. There's always something in the desk. In case the television breaks. Or there's nothing on. It gets boring here, sometimes. When there isn't anyone here," he explained before going to retrieve a deck of cards.

Seras sat back and waited, trying to decide which card game to teach Mr. Stark.

Her nose started up with that awful tickling feeling again, and she snatched a tissue.

Stark returned with a deck of cards. He wondered who it was that had bought cards with little fuzzy baby animals on them, but decided it was probably better not to know.

"Found some."

Seras had pressed the tissue to her nose in anticipation of another nosebleed. Mentally, she said a quick prayer and took the fuzzy baby animal cards from Stark.

She began to shuffle, and as she did, she explained the rules to All Fours (http://www.pagat.com/allfours/allfours.html).

"D'you understand?" she asked.

"I think so," Stark said a little uncertainly. "Probably."

Seras bit her lip.

"Well, we could just play 'Go Fish'," she suggested and explained the rules to that.

"Oh! That's a real game? We played that in Dada. I thought Artie made it up. Your version makes more sense. The Dada version... didn't. Didn't make sense, I mean. But most things in Dada don't make sense."

"I'm not surprised if Artie's teaching it," remarked Seras with a chuckle, recalling her few encounters with the Strongest Man in the World.

She dealt them each seven cards. She wasn't quite as deft as usual and she frowned down at her hands.

"Is there anybody else in the clinic today?" she asked, concerned for her friends.

"You're the only one ~~at least, I think you are but I'm not entirely sure~~ here tonight."

Stark looked at his cards and frowned.

"Were you looking for someone? I can check and see if they were here, before. And do you have any kings?"

"No, not anyone in particular," said Seras, "But a group of us were out fighting that tentacle monster yesterday. That's how I got hurt. I just wondered if everyone else was okay."

She handed Stark the King of Clubs and the King of Diamonds.

"Got any sevens?"

Stark ~~who just realized they actually played poker and not Go Fish at all in Dada, oops~~ shook his head.

"Go Fish. And I think everyone else got sent back to their rooms. So they should be okay."

Seras went and fished.

And got a three, w00t!

She placed the pair down by her side and asked Stark if he had any eights.

So, she was the only one who'd gotten hurt. That was good because her friends were fine. But, it was also bad because she'd been the only person there to really be the textbook definition of useless.

Seras sighed and resorted the cards in her hand.

"Is something wrong?" Stark asked as he handed over the eight of diamonds.

Seras looked up and was either on the point of answering or asking if Stark had any sixes when she cursed and grabbed frantically for the tissue box.

When were these frakking bloody noses going to stop?

~~now with the proper icon~~

Stark got another box of tissues to put within arm's reach, just in case it was needed.

"Has that been happening all day?"

Seras nodded which made her dizzy.

She squeezed her eyes closed.

"Pretty regularly, yeah," she said in a muffled voice.

"Try not to move your head," Stark said. He, unfortunately, didn't have much else to offer.

Seras sighed and settled back in bed, the wad of bloody tissues pressed to her nose.

She really, REALLY hated hospitals.

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