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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Exam 4

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Jay and Silent Bob?

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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.