FTEC, Monday Morning

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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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Re: Front Desk, FTEC

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"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?"

Re: Front Desk, FTEC

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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."

Re: Front Desk, FTEC

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"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."

Re: Front Desk, FTEC

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"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.

Re: Front Desk, FTEC

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Elliot had spent so much time with The Todd that smashy-smashy barely registered.

"Tiny bit trigger-happy," she said, tilting her head to look at the bruises. "I think that will heal on its own, but put ice on the bruises and come in if the pain gets worse."

She turned to the nurse. "Wrap up his foot and find crutches that he can use," she ordered.

To Shawn, she added, "Summer can help you home as soon as you're patched up. I'm giving her the pills."

Re: Front Desk, FTEC

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Shawn nodded obediently. "Sure thing," he said while he waited for the nurse to bandage his foot up all neatly.