fandom_clinic | FTEC, Friday, March 30

Sometime early afternoon, Annette walked in (surprise!) but this time she was nearly in tears, and limping terribly. "Um, Dr. Troy?"

Christian raised an eyebrow, wondering what ailment she was going to be faking today. "What did you to do yourself this time?"

"I think I twisted my ankle." She looked down at it and it did look like it was swelling awfully fast. "Really," she said, looking back over at him.

Christian eyed the ankle. It did look real this time, but given all her other pretend ailments. . . . "What did you do to yourself?" he said.

She stared at him. "I, uh-" Annette sort of pointed back behind her, over her shoulder. "-was walking up to the door, and my heel got caught, in a crack in the sidewalk I guess."

"All right, we'll take a look," Christian said, helping Annette to Exam One (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/305791.html?thread=7896447#t7896447).

Christian helped Annette up on to the table. "Let's take a look at it," he said.

She was making a face as she sat there, looking down at her right ankle. She hadn't been able to take her heel off because it hurt too much. "What if I broke it? It seems awfully fat." It wasn't broke, and it wasn't that swollen. Annette didn't do pain well.

It was something when one got hurt on the way to see the doctor.

Christian examined her ankle. "It's not broken, just a little sprained," he said. "I can wrap it in a bandage for you and give you some pain relievers. You'll want to keep off your feet and keep it elevated to help the swelling go down."

"Oh." She didn't like the thought of having to stay off her feet. She was too busy. But at least it wasn't broken. "How long do you think I will just have to lie around and do nothing?" Annette was thinking she could hop pretty good.

"Just take it easy for a few days," Christian advised. "Keep off your feet as much as possible, and ice it for 15-20 minutes a few times a day."

She nodded and sighed, "Okay." And she sat still so he could wrap it for her.

"Christian?"

"Yes?" he said, making sure the bandage was secure.

"He's not gay," she said softly, looking at him.

Christian shrugged. "Did he finally sleep with you?"

She tilted her head, "Clarify sleep? Because he has slept with me. Literally."

"How exciting," Christian said dryly.

She frowned at him. "Not that sleep, or whatever sleep you're thinking. Just sleep. The normal kind and you are sort of grumpy all of a sudden for being a doctor and having to help people."

"I'm a doctor, not a sex therapist," Christian said, smirking. "If you need that kind of help, there's a new shrink who just moved in next door."

She gave him a sharp look, "I wouldn't have known that the last time I was here. Seems to me you know sex real well. I do not require Dr. Keyworth's services. I'm fine." Okay, her day was just turning to crap. Dammit.

"Sweetheart, I'm an expert," Christian said, still smirking.

"Of course you realize that I can't simply take your word on that?" Annette said crisply, trying not to think about sex at all. She was young though, so it was pretty hard not to.

"Help me down, please? I really need some pain relievers too - my ankle is seriously killing me."

"I already offered, you're the one who needed time to think," Christian pointed out, offering his hand to help her down from the table.

Taking his hand, she slid down from the table, careful not to put her full weight on her right foot. "Yes, I know. And it's not that I don't appreciate the offer," she said seemingly diplomatic. "But I must consider other things first."

"Your loss," Christian said, shrugging. "I've got plenty of other women vying for my attention." He filled a small bottle with some painkillers and handed it to Annette.

Her jaw fell slack, "I believe I've just learned your middle name."

She took the bottle and shook her head. "To think I almost...that I would have -" Annette rubbed her brow but had to chuckle a little. "- you might be slacking a little, Christian. Your powers of persuasion combined with your incredible looks, didn't move me enough to sleep with you." She gave him a slow once-over. "Maybe it's your loss, and not mine."

"Virginal teenagers aren't high on my list of ideal conquests," Christian chuckled. "You've been throwing yourself at my jock for weeks. If I wanted to, I could've had you ten ways from Sunday by now."

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she wasn't virginal, but she was sure the shock on her face from his coarse words, were enough to belie any comment she would make on that behalf.

"I have never been so obvious."

"Maybe not to the boys you hang around with," Christian said. "But I'm a different matter."

"Yes, you are a different matter," she said simply. He was right, so she couldn't very well discredit his words.

"I suppose you might see things that are only subtly there, maybe read more into it since your fan-base is apparently long and large." Annette was truly too young to be playing such an adult game; toying words with a man whose seemingly only objective in life was to put notches on his bedpost.

Christian shook his head. "I don't misread signals, particularly the ones you've been throwing my way."

Annette started to limp towards the exam room door. It would be futile to keep this sparring up with him. He was too smart for her, in a worldy-way that she wasn't quite sure she understood fully.

Looking back over her shoulder, she said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Troy. I won't do it anymore."

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