FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

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After a close call on his way from the apartment down to the clinic, Wilson came dashing into the clinic sans his usual latte.

Somehow stopping at the Perk seemed like an unwise idea.

Moving quickly through the door, Wilson tossed his satchal behind the desk and moved swiftly through the back halls of the clinic to see if anyone had been dropped off already and baring that, if they were stocked up.

"Large, mean beings...I almost would have rather had the zombies, at least they moved slowly." He muttered.

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Front Desk - 12/2

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Front desk triage. Your first stop in the medicating or bandaiding journey.

Re: Front Desk - 12/2

[sexydoctor.livejournal.com]

Christian was still conveniently at the clinic. "What's the rush?" he asked.

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[fh_extras]

Bart was walking through town and muttering about his bad toys when he saw him, just outside of the doors to the clinic. A trooper.

Stomping up to the trooper, Bart ripped his blaster away and bonked him over the head with it. "Bad toy! Stop running from Bart! Bad!"

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Marty came in carrying Nadia. "Where do I take her. She hurt her shoulder and doesn't seem to be with it."

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Aziraphale had decided that was never going to go on a shopping trip to the mainland again. He was right in the middle of his errands, arms full of purchases, when the shock of a sudden sense of surprised fear hit him. Fear that wasn't his, and was slightly blunted by the distance.

James.

The fear was quickly replaced by a more typical feeling of determination, coupled with annoyanced, and the angel almomst laughed at how that was exactly how Wilson reacted to emergencies. And although the sensation of...a sort of uncertain wariness persisted, Aziraphale was able to assure himself that the young doctor wasn't in immediate personal danger, and hadn't been hurt in any way.

Which meant that, although his instincts were to drop everything and rush to the man's side, what he did instead was to finish his errands, calmly take the taxi back to the end of the causeway, and even pay the driver without giving any impression of panic.

The minute he'd crossed back into Fandom territory, though, Aziraphale unfurled his wings and made a beeline for the clinic, arriving in a rush of wind and music and slightly ruffled feathers.

"Good Heavens, James! What the devil is going on?"

Re: Front Desk - 12/2

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Draco stumbled into the clinic. He was holding a wand awkwardly with his left hand. His right arm was swinginglimply (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/900029.html?thread=69779645#t69779645) on it's own. His blonde hair was stained red from blood from being hit (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/900029.html?thread=69794237#t69794237) on the head. Despite being covered in bruises and cuts he looked reasonably calm.

"Um, hello. I was wondering if you could help me out with this?" he asked, lifting up his swollen right wrist with his left hand.

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Silent Bob, a shiner on his chin and moving stiffly, appeared in the doorway of the clinic with an unconscious Jay in his arms, resembling nothing so much as the iconic scene from Gone With the Wind.

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A unfortunately snot-covered Chad came in carrying a more unfortunately leg-broken Jude. His request for help came out as a long grunt.

Re: Front Desk - 12/2

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

As it became late, Aziraphale made his way back to the clinic. He had a feeling there was going to be at least one doctor there who wasn't paying attention to his own well-being, and was going to need a little coaxing toward taking some rest.

Stepping inside, he looked around for Wilson, staying quietly out of the way of any actual medical work going on.

Re: Front Desk - 12/2

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Bridge came in, limping and leaning rather heavily on Z.

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[nadiathesaint]

After talking with Susan, Nadia headed to the front desk. "Dr. Wilson? I'd like to ping in and establish Nadia leaving so's there won't be any confusion later on go home now, if that's okay."

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Thursday arrived first with Tick carrying Logan Cale not far behind her. "The porch fell on him," she explained to the first person that approached them.

Exam Room 1

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For the treating of ambulatory folks who can be released after medical care.

Exam Room 2

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....

Re: Exam Room 2

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Marty hadn't been kidding about her not seeming to be entirely with it. "Are you sure I got them all? I could go back and check,"

Re: Exam Room 2

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Wilson had managed to clean it out just in time for it to be needed all over again. He held the door for Tick.

Exam Room 3

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...

Re: Exam Room 3

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Christian ushered Draco in to take a look at his wrist.

Exam Room 4

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....

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Silent Bob followed him silently, looking stoic despite the fact that his hetero lifemate was unconscious and battered in his arms.

Exam Room 5

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....

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Jude looked truly miserable cradled against Chad's chest, muddy and bruised and with his left leg hanging at a slightly odd angle.

Exam Room 6

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....

Re: Exam Room 6

[multiplez]

Z came into the room, supporting Bridge. "God, Carson, you've gotta start skipping dessert."

OOC -

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Cause a busy post just looks naked without one.