fandom_clinic | FTEC, Thursday Night, May 24

For visitors or anyone else getting hurt.

The door banged open, and a red-and-black blur abruptly resolved itself into the disheveled form of Conner, holding a bloody and badly injured Gwynn (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1720646.html) in his arms.

"I need some help here!" he blurted out.

Gwynn lifted her head, but her eyes were unfocused. "Just need a bandage or two... and my sword so I can go take that bastard son of Prince John down."

Doogie came out from behind the front desk and went to Conner's side. "What happened?"

"Freak in a hockey mask with a machete," Conner said, not quite able to hide his slightly alarmed glance at the fact that the doctor looked younger than him. "He got a couple of good hacks at her and tried to choke her, on top of it."

Gwynn looked at the doctor -- she thought he was the doctor.

"Just need a bandage or two for my chest and arm," she said slowly. "I seem to be bleeding on Conner and your floor."

"Yes, you seem to be bleeding quite a bit," Doogie replied, maintaining a calm tone of voice for both of their sakes. "Help me get her into exam one (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/333287.html?thread=8416487#t8416487)," he said to Conner.

"Got it," Conner said, and shifted Gwynn in his arms a little bit before he followed Doogie's lead.

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Conner ~~cursed the lack of comment notifications and~~ followed Doogie into exam room one. "Okay, Gwynn, the nice and really young, holy crap doctor dude's gonna get you patched up," he said, aware of how dumb that sounded as soon as it came out of his mouth.

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"Conner?" She slurred slightly as she held onto him. "I'm sleepy... and I hurt. Nothing has ever hurt like this. After the doctor fixes it, will you go with me to get my weapons so we can go after the guy who attacked me?"

"I don't think you're going to be going after anyone else tonight," Doogie said, ~~also cursing the lack of notifications~~. "You're going to need some rest after I get you cleaned up."

Gwynn looked at the doctor in surprise, but her eyes seemed out of focus again. "But are there not people in here that are more in need of your care than I do, good sir?"

No, she wasn't mocking him. She was serious. Gwynn didn't seem to realize just how badly she was hurt and how much blood she was losing.

"It would be rude of me to take your attentions from other people who need your services, good sir."

It was a little hard for Conner to facepalm when he had his arms full of bleeding and injured Gwynn. Which is to say . . . if he'd had his hands free, he would have facepalmed.

"Okay, we're putting you down now so the doctor can take care of this bleeding," Conner told her. "'cause right now you're doing a really awesome impression of a leaky faucet, and that's kinda bad."

"Can you not bandage me up like you did before when the Sheriff of Nottingham attacked and hurt me, Conner? Then I would not be having to bother the good doctor."

"You're not a bother, honestly," Doogie said, motioning for Conner to lay her down on the exam bed. When he'd done so, Doogie started checking her arm and chest. "I wouldn't be a doctor if I didn't like patching people up."

Conner realized she must not have understood how serious the damage was. "It's not exactly like he just scratched you with that huge freakin' knife, you know," he tried to explain after he'd put Gwynn down and wiped his hands on his jeans (because that did so much good). "This is kind of beyond my band-aid-fu."

Gwynn looked from him to the doctor after Conner laid her down. "Oh. This means that he is going to have to sew me back together like the monks do to our people after some of the messier battles in Nottingham's woods?"

She raised her uninjured arm to rub the pain at her throat. "The man out there... he was going to kill me, Conner. Was he not?" She hadn't moved her slashed arm since they had arrived.

Conner nodded uncomfortably. "Yeah. Gwynn, it's pretty bad. And yeah, he was gonna kill you."

And he's still out there, oh crap . . .

"But he didn't," Doogie said, cleaning up the blood as quickly as he could, before looking at Conner. "Are you hurt at all?"

Conner shook his head. "I'm fine. He didn't touch me," he assured Doogie. "She's gonna be okay, right?"

"She's going to be fine," Doogie replied. "Once I get her stitched up, I'd like to have her stay the night, just to keep an eye on her and make sure she gets rest."

Gwynn looked up at Conner and gave him a weak smile. "Love you," she mumbled, before her eyes rolled back and she passed out.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that would be Conner, flailing and turning as red as his shirt, yes.

Not leaving for the rest of the night, granted, but flailing nonetheless.

Please wait for them to ping in.

There was now large hospital bed taking up Exam Two. It was if someone had decided to tie the beds together or something.

On said bed, were a witch, a demon and a sports star, curled carefully together.

Said witch would probably be forced to ask the doctor or nurse on duty for some pain medication before the guys freaked out about her being in so much pain and trying to hide it.

Damn right she would, because a certain jock (he wouldn't go so far as to call himself a sports star at this point in his life) at least was keeping a very close eye on said witch.

The demon in question was keeping a close eye himself on the witch and the jock.

Having both Cole and Anders on the bed was making it more likely that Phoebe would allow herself to relax. Cole was protecting them and both he and Anders were watching over her.

She, was trying not to worry them as she clenched her eyes shut against the tears, trying not to let them tell that she was having a lot of pain again.

Probably easier to fool Cole without that soul bond, though.

It was a little harder for Anders to notice, since Bel was in between him and Phoebe on the makeshift double bed. But he did think he noticed, as he draped an arm over Bel and rested his hand on Phoebe's arm, that her muscles seemed to be tensing in the way muscles tend to do when there's pain involved.

"D'you need us to get you more meds?"

"Phoebe?" Cole said, noticing her distress as well. "What's wrong?" There was a note of panic in his voice.

She moved back gently against him, being easy with her shoulder and not wanting to crowd him or Anders. "I'm okay, love," she said softly, cursing herself for causing him even the slightest bit of panic. "The meds... they wore off some time ago and I thought I wouldn't need them any more so I keep telling the nurse I'm fine." She swallowed. "But Cole... it hurts."

"If it hurts, we gotta get you more meds," Anders said immediately, trying to sit up -- and wincing as the abrupt movement aggravated his injuries. "Ow, dammit!"

Bel got up from the bed, carefully so he didn't jostle the two injured inhabitants. "I'm getting the nurse," he said.

"... You will come back up here with us, right," she asked. She was close to begging that part. She hadn't felt as safe and comfortable as she had with him up there in the bed where she and Anders could touch him and reassure themselves he was still alive and with them.

"He better," Anders said, trying to keep his voice light. "Otherwise we'll . . . figure something out."

Bel left and returned a few moments later with the nurse, who immediately hurried to Phoebe's side and pushed some more painkillers into her IV. She looked questioningly at Anders, and Bel did the same.

"What?" Anders asked, blinking up at them.

"Are you in pain and hiding it, too?" Bel asked.

"Nooooooooo," Anders replied. "I mean, yeah, I hurt, but I'm not hiding it and it's not as bad."

"All right," the nurse said. "But if you need anything to help with the pain, let me know."

Arms crossed over his chest, Bel stood at the end of the beds as the nurse left. "What am I gonna do with the two of you?" he said.

"Take care of us?" Anders offered, giving him a (he thought) cute smile.

Bel raised an eyebrow, then crawled back into the bed between Anders and Phoebe, lying on his back.

Phoebe curled as close to him as she could.

On the other side of him, Anders did the same.

Bel put protective arms around them both. Nobody was going to hurt them again, not if he could help it.

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Empty? Or reserved for Lana and Jim if they want.

No one needs to fall out of the clinic, you're all injured enough as it is!

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