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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 have no idea," the Doctor said. "But I'm not a fan of licorice, me. Prefer a good jelly baby."

Trevor peered out towards the lobby at the sound of his name, and smiled when he spotted Dr. Lambert. "Hello," he called. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you. Did you have any trouble getting here?"

Ranma makes a speedy trip to the clinic to drop off Isabel (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1251481.html?thread=56951961#t56951961). Well, as speedy as you should go when carrying and injured someone. "Uh... Help?"

Aside from trying not to implode? Nat smiled, shaking her head. "None. Apparently, I wouldn't make a very good snack." She slipped into her labcoat, which had been waiting on a nearby hook. "What've we got?"

Jane slouches in a chair and waits for somebody to wrap up her ribs.

Natalie turned, her attention diverted from the charts she was flipping through, trying to get caught up. The folder went immediately to the counter as she rushed to help Ranma with Isabel. "What happened?"

"A troll fell on me," Isabel admitted. "I don't think it's hurt too badly. It's just a bit sore."

Natalie led the way to a small desk off to the side of the lobby. It was the one she had originally appropriated when she first arrived. She helped Isabel into the chair beside it.

Glancing over the knee with a diagnostic eye, Nat made a note that it was at least, at a normal angle. "Let's take her over to my desk (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/242487.html?thread=6753847#t6753847). I think the rooms are a little full."

Logan wasn't yet awake, Thursday watching over him as he slept.

Isabel's been twitchy enough about doctors all her life to be grateful that she's not in an exam room. She sat down and extended her leg with a wince.

Once the Doctor's most visible major injuries were taken care of, Trevor went over to look at Jane. "Were you fighting too?"

"Ah nah." Jane said with surprisingly good natured sarcasm. "I was fucking on the side lines, selling soap with a prize inside."

Kneeling in front of Isabel, Natalie placed her fingertips against the edges of the younger woman's kneecap, gently lifting the leg. She watched Isabel for a reaction even as she allowed her fingers to feel for other damage. "What's your name?" she asked.

"A variety of troll-related injuries," he replied, smirking as he ran down the patient list with her. "I've got some people to finish up with in Exam 6. If you could just keep an eye on things, especially if anyone new comes in, it would be a huge help."

Nat thumbed through the somewhat extensive list of injuries. "Not a problem." She smiled. "Good luck, and let me know if you need anything."

"Isabel Evans. And right there is where it hurts the most," she said as the Doctor felt the inside of her knee.

"That sounds like a business venture that might actually work around here," Trevor replied, checking her over and grabbing the tape. "The trolls seem to be very good at taking rib shots."

"Ugh?" With a grunt, Chad implored his head toward Jude, then took in the cast, the bed, the small exam room, and remembered. "Oh. Hey. Mornin'. How's the leg?"

"Hurts," he said, trying not to squeak.

"Nice to meet you, Isabel Evans." Nat smiled, then pursed her lips as she turned her attention back to Isabel's knee. "Feels like there's a little bit of swelling and inflammation; probably going to be a bit of bruising. Not the type of damage that would show up on an x-ray...but I can do one, if you'd like. Otherwise, I can give you some anti-inflammatories and we can call it a day."

"It's their speshiality. OW FUCK!"

Chad grunted, with a nod. "Wonder if we should get the Doc, check ya out now that you're up..."

"No x-rays," Isabel said, wanting to minimize all traces of herself at the clinic. "I'll take your word for it. As for drugs, would tylenol work? I've got a weird metabolism and considering what alcohol does to me, I'd be afraid to take anything stronger."

Jude struggled to sit up, his back announcing that it was still kind of bruised, thanks. "Don't want to bug anyone. There's probably dudes totally worse than me here."

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