FTEC, Monday Morning

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

Elliot was hoping for another quiet day as she rushed from the airport to open the clinic. She could use some time to think over her fellowship interviews and write the 43 thank you notes she was pretty sure she owed.

She checked the exam rooms and saw the dream of a quiet day was not to be. Well, at least she wouldn't be bored. "Alien abduction victims," she muttered. "Wonder if we'll get Elvis next week."

[OOC: I'm on dial-up until 2 p.m. Please be patient with the slow.]

Comments

Re: Front Desk

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Liz is here? Can I see her? And Ami?" John actually looks worried, and then looks at his leg.

"Naw, yeah, it's okay. Stupid pokey aliens pokey-ed it and stuff."

Re: Front Desk

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

"The nurse will show you back to their rooms," Elliot said. "Has anybody looked at your leg?"

Re: Front Desk

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"THanks." He looked at his leg. "Naw. I put some iodine on it. Should be fine."