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FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

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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"No body said you are." Wilson said calmly, inwardly blessing Marty for speaking up supportively, knowing it would definitely help.

"As Marty says, she's a nice person and sometimes it's good to talk to someone and know that what you say is only between the two of you."

Nadia vascillated. She knew she wasn't at 100%, but she was so used to not letting anyone else know. . . . "I could talk to anyone, though, right? My friends? I don't even know her!"

"Sometimes, Nadia, it's easier to talk to someone you don't know because you don't feel like you have to be a certain way around them." Wilson said kindly.

"It's important that you don't feel like you have to hold back or try to have a normal conversation, the way you might want to with a friend. Dr. Pevensie is there specifically to listen to you and she won't judge."

"You can trust her," Marty said added. "She knows everything about me. You can talk to her."

"B-but I--" Nadia cut herself off, realizing how stupid she must sound. When she spoke again, it was very quiet. "I don't want to need help."

Wilson sat down on the exam table next to Nadia, close but not touching.

"Nadia, I understand...I do but sometimes, we all need help and there are people here who want to help you and who want to see you get help." Wilson looked over at Marty and smiled gently, then looked back at Nadia.

"How about, I give Susan a call ~~as she is coming to the clinic anyway~~ and have her come down here and you can meet her, see if she might be someone you'd like to talk to?"

Nadia glanced back and forth between the two again, then sagged slightly, feeling defeated. "Okay." They probably wouldn't let her alone about it until she agreed, anyway.

Nodding, Wilson gave Marty a quick glance for the young man to stay with Nadia then he went and made a ~~handwavey~~ call to Susan, giving her a quick run down on Nadia's situation, with a bare skeleton of details so as not to betray Nadia's trust or cloud Susan's review of the situation, then he went back to the room.

"All right, she'll be down shortly. Nadia, I want you to keep the brace on for at least the next two weeks, then come and see us here at the clinic for another x-ray. Use ice if it aches and Tylenol for the pain. If you notice any numbness in your hand, weakness in your arm, come down immediately. I'll write up some instructions on how to play nicely with your new brace and have them at the front desk for you."

Leaning against the counter, he gave Nadia a reassuring smile. "Do you have any questions?"

Nadia's head was spinning a bit with everything that was running through it, and she almost laughed. Any questions?

About three billion of them.

"I guess this means I'm not going to be playing guitar in the pageant?"

Wilson chuckled softly and gave his head a shake.

"No, I'm afraid not but maybe you could be the person who keeps everyone else in line?" He suggested, moving away from the counter.

"Let me step out and make sure Susan makes it down here in one piece. I'll be right back."

Nadia nodded and picked up her jacket with one hand to pull it back around herself, over the brace, while Marty ~~modded with permission~~ settled himself into the chair.

Dammit. She was getting cold again.

Susan pushed open the door carefully, smiled at Marty when she saw him, then nodded at the girl lying in the bed. "Hello, Nadia. I'm Susan Pevensie. How are you feeling?"

"Like I just got thrown across the front lawn of the school and had to get my shoulder popped back in. Again." Nadia not-so-subtly sized Susan up. "I'm not crazy."

Susan shot a glance at Marty, and then took the other chair near Nadia, suppressing a smile at the memory of Marty saying something similar. "Okay. I'm sorry you've gotten hurt twice so recently. And do you know why Dr. Wilson wanted you to talk with me, then?"

Nadia really, really, really wanted to say "no". But for all she knew, Susan had some crazy power that let her know when people were lying, even if they were really good at it.

"Because I kept firing even when my gun ran out of bullets?"

"Mmmm." Susan looked thoughtful, studying Nadia's reactions as well, then carefully said, "So he was concerned that you didn't know what you were doing, perhaps."

Nadia pulled her jacket as tightly against herself as she could with one arm. "I knew I wanted to kill them."

"Not unreasonable, under the circumstances," Susan said quietly. "Your life was threatened. And you reacted. Did you know you were out of bullets, when you kept shooting?"

Nadia shook her head. "I didn't notice. Until Marty told me."

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Susan came in after receiving James' phone call, and dodging away from encountering anything in the streets on the way over. "Hello, James. I see you have your hands full."

Looking up from where he was standing, reading something, Wilson gave Susan a wry smile.

"Keeps me off the streets. Glad to see you're in one piece." He grinned and picked up Nadia's file.

"You want to come on back or do you need a moment to open your office?"

"I've never met the girl before, so I don't need my notes. Just show me to her. You didn't give me any details-- how is she doing?"

Wilson handed Susan, Nadia's physical file and drew her aside so that they could talk without being over heard.

"I don't want to say too much, would rather you get a sense of her for yourself without my views. If you look in that file, you'll see she's been through a lot of physical trauma the past three weeks. I'd say she's borderline PTSD if not already there with this latest round of insanity."

Running his hand across the back of his neck, he looked down the hall. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/242171.html?thread=6703611#t6703611)

"She's...also very independent, it wasn't easy for her to agree to meet you. Marty Blank is in there with her, he's been very supportive of the idea of her talking with you but I don't think she's quite there yet. So, I framed this as a 'meet and see how you feel' sort of deal, then figured you could do the rest."

Susan took a look at the file, her lips tightening. "I'd say she's been through quite enough, yes. All right No pushing, and I'm glad she has Marty here, whatever she decides. Thank you, James." Susan pushed open the door, then cocked her head, "And how are you holding up?"

"Adrenaline is my friend!" He called out with a chipper enough smile, if perhaps a bit wry around the edges and then dove into another exam room to check upon the occupant.

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