fandom_clinic | FTEC, Thursday Evening, November 2

He's totally disturbable.

Nadia paused for a moment, then headed for the front desk at a jog. "Dr. Goodchild! Dr. Goodchild!"

Trevor snapped up immediately in his chair. "Yes? Is something wrong?"

Thinking quickly, Nadia nodded, pointing to exam room four. "I was looking for an extra pillow for Walter, and I saw something really weird in one of the other exam rooms."

Having long since learned that 'something weird' could translate into 'something very bad' here, Trevor got up and peered towards the exam room. "All right. I'll go check it out. You go back and stay with Walter."

"Are you sure? I'm very good in an emergency,"

"I'm sure you are." Most of the students certainly seemed to be, from what he'd seen. "But the last thing I want is to end up with two patients instead of one." And surely, no one would need anything from the front desk for a few minutes while he checked the room.

Nadia nodded solemnly. "Okay. It was sort of . . ." She waved her hands by her cheeks like wings and made a 'grrrrrrr' face. "Yell if you need help?"

Walter waited to be sure that Dr. Goodchild's attention was on Nadia, then headed for the door as fast as he could. Not as fast as he'd like, but he was very close to freedom.

Luckily for Walter, Trevor's attention was solidly fixed on Nadia and then on heading into and checking the other room for anything that might go "grrrr."

As soon as Trevor ducked into the other room, Nadia shot Walter a glance to see if he needed any help in the fleeing.

Walter had the door open and was on his way out, so he missed the glance. Freedom!

And cigarettes. Please cigarettes.

Nadia swung around again to look to see that Trevor was still in the other exam room, before grabbing her bag and dashing swiftly but quietly after Walter.

Walter got out of sight of the clinic door before leaning against a building and wiping sweat off his face. This? Sucked. But he was out of the clinic, and that didn't.

Nadia caught up with him quickly enough, and sure enough, dug a pack of cigarettes from her bag. "You can have one if you sit down for a minute before we start back to the dorms. I'd rather not have to carry you."

Walter held out his hand for the pack while he slid down the wall to sit right where he'd stopped.

"You're absolutely brilliant. I think I'll have to keep you." He gave her a grin and hoped she wouldn't hit him for the comment.

"Hmm, question is, will I keep you?" Nadia walked over to sit down next to him, packing and opening the pack and pulling out two cigarettes. She lit both and then handed him one. "Seriously, if I don't see you taking it easy, I'm going to get Pippi to take you right back there."

Ah. How could burning leaves be so wonderful?

"I think you might." He tilted sidewise a bit to lean against her. "Thank you for everything."

Nadia turned to kiss the top of his head. "You'd do it for me. It's just part of the deal."

"Yeah. I guess it is." He was almost getting used to the idea of letting someone take care of him, too. Almost. "But I can still say thank you for doing it, and for remembering cigarettes."

"Then you're welcome." It was a bit chilly out, but Nadia was somehow in no rush to keep on back towards the dorms. "El Professor says that today in Mexico is the Day of the Dead. It's a big party."

"They have a big party for something called the Day of the Dead?" He knew someone who would be quite amused by that. "Why?"

"It's supposed to be about remembering the dead. Honoring them. And celebrating not being dead."

"I'm glad not to be dead." Not that being dead was necessarily the end of things, but really, being human was much better.

"So you remember the dead you like? Or all of them?"

"I asked that, too. He said it was up to you. But that he remembers all of them."

Walter wasn't sure he could remember all of them. He was sure he didn't really care enough to try anyway.

"Any excuse for a party, I suppose."

"I've heard worse reasons for celebrating than being alive."

Charging him rent does sound like a good idea.

Nadia headed back into the clinic and went straight to Walter's room, though her conversation with El Mariachi was still circling in her head. If nothing else, she could be happy she didn't have to add Walter to the list of the people to remember today.

"Hey, you awake?"

"Yes. And ready to get out of here." And have a cigarette. "Are you going to help me escape?"

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "That depends. How are you feeling, other than restless?"

"Better than I did the last time I escaped from the clinic with Pippi." Not having been shot in the chest was a help.

"This might sound dumb, but . . . have you tried asking the doctor to discharge you instead of escaping?"

Walter slid off the bed and stood up. "Where would the fun be in that?"

Nadia grinned. "Right. I forgot. Well then, I guess we'd better work out an escape plan."

"I think you need to be the distraction. You'll probably be better at it than Mr. Neilson was."

"Well, I can be very distracting," though she did kind of want to ask if he was up to walking out quickly while she did it.

If he wasn't, he wouldn't admit to it anyway. "Brilliant. Then let me get dressed and then you can be distracting while I make my getaway."

Nadia saluted. "Need help with that?"

"This is just some ruse to see me out of my clothes, isn't it?" Walter grinned and shook out his trousers.

"Well, I'm not going to complain about getting to see you out of your clothes,"

Yeah. He was looking decidedly scrawny, but he pulled his trousers up under his hospital gown and looked around for his braces. He was going to need them.

It took a little longer htan he would have liked to get dressed, but it was accomplished without his falling over, so it was a start.

"Right. Let's get out of here."

Nadia refrained from asking if he wanted the wheelchair or a cane or something. "Let's go. But if you have any problems, we're coming right back."

"I won't have any problems and you won't be bringing me back." Not without a tranquilizer gun. "The clinic is for sick and injured people."

Nadia just gave him a long look before nodding. "Okay."

"Keep the doctor's attention away from the door and I'll be gone in a trice." Or a couple of trices.

FTEC, Thursday Evening, November 2

Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Re: Front Desk

Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez

Re: Exam Three - Walter Dornez