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While she was excited about the new episodes, Natalie was definitely available to assist if she was needed.

Somewhere between the Sin and the clinic, Angela had woken up, and she was walking -- albeit slowly -- under her own power as she approached the desk, holding her left arm gingerly in her right.

"I'm hurt," was all she said.

The remote control was forgotten on the front desk as Natalie moved to escort Angela into exam room one. "Think you can make it in there?" she asked. She nodded to indicate the room.

She led the way into the room, careful to be nearby to support Angela if needed, and flipping on the lights.

"Sure," Angela said, stumbling into the exam room still holding her arm.

"I think ... my back hurts. And my chest. And my face. And my shoulder ... I think it's broken."

~~Handwavily~~ Taking down information, Natalie placed aside her clipboard and slipped her hands into gloves. Her eyes were already scanning the only area immediately visible -- Angela's face. The first signs of bruises were starting to show; she had little doubt that the girl's back and chest looked similar.

She turned her attention to the shoulder. "I'm going to have to poke around a minute. I want you to tell me when and where it hurts, okay?"

Angela bit her lip. It all hurt. "Okay," she agreed, letting the doctor do what she had to do.

Natalie prodded a bit, taking note of the areas where Angela's reactions were the strongest. She was gentle with the pressure, but had to be sure that nothing was broken. Not for the first time, she wished vampirism had provided x-ray vision. But you're not Supergirl, are ya, Natasha? Even if you can fly...

She sighed, looking to Angela. "Well, it's not broken; it's dislocated. We're going to have to make sure it's set before I can patch you up. You ready?"

Angela nodded. "Do it fast?" she asked, gripping her jeans with her free hand.

She gave Angela a reassuring smile. "Very quickly. Over before you even know what happens," she said, moving into position. "Okay. One...two..."

...and before she got to three, the shoulder had been returned to place. A cold pack immedately came to rest against the shoulder. "Hold this on there while I grab a bandage."

"Not so bad," Angela said, managing half a smile as she held the ice back close to her body. "Should I stay overnight? My head hurts."

Nat took the ice pack and bandaged the shoulder with an elastic bandage. She then placed the cold compress against it again, moving to examine Angela's visual responses. She didn't find evidence of a concussion, but a physical scan showed she would have a few bad bumps on what Natalie imagined was a hard head.

"No concussion, but I think I would like you to stay overnight. Any objections?"

Angela shook her head weakly. "I just want to sleep." She carefully prodded at the bandaged arm. "A ghost did this to me."

"I was going to ask." Nat stripped off the gloves and pulled a nightgown from a cabinet. "Though sometimes, you get answers you don't want." She smirked. "Here. And don't worry -- it closes down the back."

She grabbed her clipboard, hugging it to her. The note about a "ghost attack" would be made later, supplemented by answers to more questions. "Go ahead and change as best you can, and I'll come back to check on you soon."

"Thanks., Dr. Lambert."

Angela changed, motions a little awkward by the loss of her left arm, and crawled into the bed.

She returned later, having made a few notes on Angela's chart, and cleaned up the area around the television. First she knocked softly. When she didn't get an answer, she peeked into the room. The young woman had already crawled into bed. Nat made a quick check on her, then switched out the lights as she slipped back out.

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