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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?]

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."

"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."

"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?"

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."

"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."

"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.

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."

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

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