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FTEC, Monday Morning

After two nights sleeping sitting up in Efferton Manor, Elliot's bed felt like heaven. But she couldn't stay in it too long; she had to get back to the clinic to relieve Stark. After just a few hours rest, she made it back to the clinic and started flipping through charts to see which patients had stayed the night. It seemed like there were a lot of them.

[OOC: I did my best to match the exam rooms to last night's post -- let me know if anything is wrong.]

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Jim carefully extracted himself, trying not to jostle her too much. He made sure the clinic blanket was tucked around her, brushed the hair out of her eyes, and kissed her forehead again. "Be right back."

"His foot had a run in with a troll's cudgel last night," Summer explained. "And he decided waiting until now to visit the clinic would be the best idea ever."

"Aren't you the one who says he can heal?" Elliot asked Shawn, shaking her head. "Thanks, Summer. Shawn, take off your shoe and hop over to the X-ray machine with me." She lead the way, gesturing to the nurse to follow her.

[OOC: Is it broken, or just bruised?]

Right about then, Elliot stuck her head in the door. "How's she doing?" she asked Jim quietly.

Jim looked relieved at the appearance of the doctor. "Better now. She was a little disoriented when she woke up, couldn't remember how she got here." Jim looked towards Lana again, running a hand through his hair. "Think she's in pain, but she won't tell me."

Elliot nodded, flipping through Lana's chart. "Concussions will do that," she said. "I might need to have you step outside if she won't talk to me."

She stepped over to Lana's bedside. "How are you doing?"

Shawn chuckled as he started untying his laces. "Only problem with that is, I can't heal myself. Only other people," he said, hissing in pain as he pulled it off.

Once his shoe was fully removed, as was the sock. He pulled a face at the purple and the swelling and hopped in the direction Elliot had indicated. "It's all very well, but it would be kinda useful if I could do both."

When Naomi woke up she felt a great deal better than she did yesterday, the pain in her head was still there but it wasn't as bad as it had been.

"That would be way better," Elliot agreed. "But I'd take either one."

She helped Shawn up onto the X-ray table, sucking in her breath at how bad the foot looked, and watched as the picture came up. "Looks like you have fractures in this bone, this bone, and this bone," she said, tapping on the screen to indicate. "You need a walking cast and you'll be using crutches for a couple weeks."

Elliot stopped by to check on Naomi. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I'm okay," Lana said. "I just want to go home."

Naomi nodded, "compared to how I was over the weekend I am,"

"That might take some time," Elliot said apologetically. "Your boyfriend says you were disoriented when you woke up -- can you tell me your name, the date, and where you are?"

"That's something," Elliot said, almost cheerfully, pulling out a pain chart. "On a scale of one to ten, where are you right now?"

[OOC: Discharge or keep another night?]

"Two weeks?" Shawn pulled a face. Crutches. Way to cramp his style.

He sighed looking down at his foot. Damn troll. "How long d'you think I'll need the cast for?"

"Six weeks is standard," Elliot said apologetically. "But come back in three and we'll see how it's healing. Sometimes casts can come off a little faster."

She gave a half-smile. "Did you at least get to hurt the troll?"

"About a five," Naomi replied

[OOC: keep another night for observation]

Shawn grinned kinda proudly. "There was no way he was going to smashy-smashy me." He paused and amended, "Well, not completely, anyway. Just the foot and a couple of bruised ribs."

"I'm Lana Lang," she said. "I think it's Monday, which would make it the 4th of December, and I'm in the clinic." She tried to push herself up to a sitting position, but the pain was pretty bad, so she stayed the way she was.

Elliot frowned, and went over to take a closer look at Naomi. "Hmmm. And your bruises aren't going down any," she said. "I'd like to keep an eye on you for one more night, if you don't have a hot date or anything."

"No smashy-smashy is good," Elliot nodded. "Let me take a quick look at your ribs, and then I'll let the nurse put on your cast. Don't try to run any marathons, and I'll give you some Tylenol with codeine for pain management."

"That's good," Elliot said approvingly, looking at Lana's eyes; they looked normal. "And on a scale of one to ten, one being normal and ten being having your skin ripped off by weasels, where would you say your pain is?"

[OOC: Should she be discharged or kept one more night?]

Naomi gave a small smile, "no date," she said, "I can leave tomorrow though?"

"Uh, smashy-smashy was his term, just for the record," Shawn said. Realising that saying it had maybe made him sound a little bit odd.

He pulled up the right side of his shirt so she could see the bruising forming there. "They get a little trigger happy with those cudgels," Shawn said craning his neck to also look at his side.

"Officially that's up to Dr. Troy," Elliot said. "Unofficially? I think you should be almost as good as new by then."

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