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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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Shawn made his way awkwardly over to Elliot, Summer still close by to act as stability should the need arise. He still really wasn't putting weight on that foot.

He managed a pained smile. "Hi, Doctor Reid. You got a minute?"

"Sure," Elliot said, rising from her chair. "What's up?"

"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?]

Possibly John Connor?

POssibly JOhn Connor was waking up, covered with a blanket, with a shining snow-white cast, fresh bevy of stitches, and an impending feeling that he's gonna be late for class. Again.

And, he's gonna hafta steal a crutch.

Logan Cale?

Logan was sleeping a bit more easily, at least.

Draco Malfoy?

Draco had gotten up Monday morning and was well enough to go to class. He still didn't understand why he had a cast on when at Hogwarts you could heal a broken bone with a flick of a wand.

He got up and looked around the room to make sure he wasn't leaving anything behind when he left.

"Ready to head home?" Elliot asked, when she noticed Draco was stirring. "It's a pretty nasty break."

Jay and Silent Bob?

Bob was watching Jay. Intently. So intently that Jay woke up with a start.

"What the fuck, Lunchbox? Fucking creepy-ass shit like that is fucking not cool!"

Bob tapped his head and then held up three fingers.

"My fucking head's fine. Three. What the fuck is that for? And what the fuck are we still doing here?"

Bob looked around shiftily and then jerked his thumb at the window, pursing his lips at Jay, who grinned and threw up the horns.

"Fuck yeah, fatass. Let's blow this joint. Heh. Blow. Joint. I made a fucking funny."

Bob just rolled his eyes. And then they left. Discreetly. Through the window.

Lana Lang?

Wee little hospital beds? Really not meant for two.

Jim? Probably in a whole heap of trouble for jostling Lana.

But he wasn't going to sit beside her when she woke up screaming from a nightmare. So he was curled uncomfortably around her in the wee little hospital bed, dozing lightly. He hadn't fallen asleep proper since . . . well, Thursday night.

Lana jolted herself awake from another nightmare and nearly knocked the two of them out of bed. It took her a moment to wake herself up and even then she wasn't quite sure where she was. Jim, she recognized and clung to as she tried to orientate herself.

Jim winced as something hard and metal dug into his back, but cradled Lana tightly, one large hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "I'm here, it's okay, you're safe," he murmured over and over again.

She could feel her breathing and heart rate slow as he soothed her. "Jim..." She rested her head back down on his shoulder. "Where am I? What happened?"

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