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FTEC, Sunday Morning, December 3

Trevor really didn't want to leave the safety of his apartment in the morning. He'd made the mistake of looking out his window and watching some of the trolls in action the night before, and the idea of going out into town and coming across more of those creatures made him more than a little nervous. But, he knew there had to be people in need of medical assistance, and he figured that if he headed out in the early morning, the streets might be quiet.

He was glad to see that there were fewer overnight patients in the clinic than he'd expected, and he made sure to look over all of the previous day's notes before checking each exam room, and double-checking on the supplies. He didn't want to run out if more people came by.

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"I'll be surer going."

When Draco woke up in the morning he was greeted by a throbbing pain in his head. It took him a few moments to realize where he was and what the hell that thing was wrapped around his wrist. He groaned and leaned back into the uncomfortable bed.

"This sucks." he said to himself.

"It would be better for you to stay here," Trevor replied, moving on to taping up Seely's broken fingers. "When she's been rescued, you can show her all the injuries you have, and tell her you got them trying to save her. That will be impressive."

"You think she'll believe me?" Seely asked.

"I think it would be hard for her to not believe you. It isn't like a person can fake broken bones very easily."

Eventually, Chad woke up with a jump, a grunting jarring from sleep. He cleared his throat a little, rubbing the back of he neck as he tried to figure out where he was for a moment.

Jude looked away quickly. "M-mornin', bro."

Jane carried The Doctor (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1251481.html?thread=56921241#t56921241) into the Clinic.

"I think we could both use some fucking medical attention if ya don't mind."

"I think you can set me down now, Jane," the Doctor said. "I could've walked, you know."

"Well why didn't you fucking say so in the first place?" She asked before leaning down to... let him down.

"Oooooh ow cocksuckingmotherfucker..."

"You seemed so eager," the Doctor said. "I wasn't about to object." He steadied himself and gave Jane a still somewhat bloody smile. "Thank you."

"Eh, don't fuckin mention it."

The Doctor took a deep breath and dabbed at his forehead with a finger.

"Pity they didn't want to go away peacefully," he said.

"Don't go dig at it, yer gonna make it worse."

"Oh, it's not that bad," the Doctor said. "I've been hit on the head much worse in my time. Pity we didn't get to see how well the rescue was going."

Trevor came back out from one of the exam rooms and headed over to the two of them as soon as he spotted them. "What's happened?" he asked.

"Just a little bit of a rescue attempt gone wrong," the Doctor said. "She'll probably object if I don't get looked at first, I think."

"Fucking trolls is what happened. stop that." she said smacking lightly at The Doctor's (not Trevor) hand. "What the fuck are you trying to do? Feel yer brain?"

"Always wondered what it'd feel like," the Doctor said with a chuckle. "I'm not too bad, I think. Just a lot of blood, that's all. You get a lot of blood with two hearts."

"Two hearts?" Trevor shook his head, trying not to think about that too hard for the moment. "I think the lady would be quite right in insisting you get looked at first," he said, leading them both back to Exam 6 (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/242487.html?thread=6738743#t6738743).

The Doctor sat like a good little patient, taking off his leather jacket, but not the jumper quite yet.

"There should be some records of my physiological differences, actually. Made sure to get that done, in case of an accident. And, well, good thing I planned ahead, eh?"

"That was a good thing indeed. I guess you never know when the whole town is going to be taken over by trolls." Not that Trevor was having a hard time with this or anything. "Let's see if we can get this bleeding to stop first."

The Doctor prepared for the inevitable sting of the alcohol and such. "Never can tell," the Doctor reiterated. "Though one has to be glad they weren't made of licorice or something like that."

"I'm going to assume that would be worse?" Trevor asked, seeing what might need stitches and starting to bandage him up."

Natalie arrived back into down late Saturday night, early Sunday morning. She quickly acertained that something wasn't right. Her first stop had been a trip home -- ducking into the elevator just as the sun came up. It was when she stopped a listened to the island around her that she understood what was going on. Gathering her things, she put on as much cover as she could and made her way to the clinic, grateful for the passing clouds overhead. It kept her from smelling like a barbeque as she made her way into the clinic.

Shedding her hat, sunglasses and overcoat, Nat looked around. "Hello? Doctor Goodchild?"

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