fandom_clinic | FTEC, Monday Night

Janet's got her binder out, but closes it up if anyone comes into the clinic.

Daniel stumbled in, before stopping and staring. "Of all the nights," he said in wonder.

"Da--Dr. Jackson?" Janet rose from her desk, her eyes widening in alarm. "Are you all right?" She shook her head slightly. "I switched to Mondays over the summer."

"There was an epic battle," said Daniel, collapsing down into a chair. "Me against the stairs. Alas, the stairs were the victor and I was left to lick my wounds -- not literally."

"Ick. That's horribly unsanitary," said Janet. She pulled out her penlight and waved it at him knowingly. "You hit your head, didn't you?"

"Maybe once. Or twice," said Daniel, picking up a cushion and hiding behind it as soon as he saw the penlight. "And I know it's unsanitary. That's why I didn't do it. And the fact that I can't actually reach the back of my head with my tongue."

"I'd worry a great deal if you could," said Janet, smothering a laugh. "Put down the cushion, Dr. Jackson, the penlight doesn't hurt, I promise. But why don't we go into the exam room and I can get that abrasion cleaned off and examined, all right?"

"You know, I'm feeling much better," said Daniel. "I don't think I need to be here anymore. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Dr. Fraiser and I'll just be on my way now."

He said that all very fast and stood up.

It was a pity he then wobbled so much that taking a step in any direction was beyond him.

Janet cleared her throat. "Sit down, Dr. Jackson," she said firmly. "Now. And then you can tell me just how much dizzines and nausea you're experiencing."

Daniel quietly eeped and sat down. "No nausea and dizziness," he said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Janet stared at him. "Of course you don't," she said. "Try telling someone who doesn't know you."

"Maybe a little? Or both?"

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Blissfully empty so far.

"Yes, ma'am," murmured Daniel, as he obediently leant on Janet all the way to the exam room.

Janet helped Daniel to the clinic bed, then went to close the door behind them. "Oh, Daniel, another concussion," she sighed, coming over and laying one hand on his face.

"I didn't mean to," he whined.

"I know," said Janet soothingly. "Let me get a cloth and clean up that cut, then we'll see if you need stitches."

"Stitches?" he moaned. "I don't want stitches."

"I'm going to stop being so nice any minute now," said Janet warningly. She pulled out some alcohol swabs and, a cloth, and a basin of lukewarm water. "You've had worse and complained less, honey."

"But not since I've been here," said Daniel. "Asides from that one time I died. But I didn't really complain then."

Janet froze. "When, exactly, did you die last?" she asked carefully.

"Uh, a while ago? I don't remember exactly," said Daniel, screwing up his face in concentration.

"Daniel--" Janet's voice trailed off. "I need to know."

"I honestly don't remember," said Daniel, sighing. He waved his hand. "Last year, some time. There was an accident, I died, ascended and came back again barely two days later."

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