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FTEC , Sunday, January 20 -- Evening Shift.

There were medical books and bottles of aspirin to make carefully balanced towers out of on the front desk today, but they weren't getting much attention. Adah had collected them and set them up, only to have them abandoned for brooding. She was trying to figure out the reason for the closed library earlier when she'd shown up, with a lightly lingering tugging in the back of her bran that she'd been missing....something this weekend.

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"I'm not sure yet," Adah mused lightly. She slowly drifted her fingers up, toward the top of Brooke's foot. Where no possible pain could be had from any of the suspected injuries, according to Adah's research. She pressed down. "And here?"

"Ow!" Brooke cried, even though it didn't hurt at all. "Look, the entire thing hurts. There's a lot of pain. A lot."

"That's interesting," Adah said softly, "because there's nothing there for a sprain or a torn tendon to cause pain."

She looked up at Brooke with an expression that made it clear that she didn't need to say anything else.

...Damn.

"Well, it hurts," Brooke insisted, not letting that stop her. "Maybe I just strained a muscle and need something for it."

Adah arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps we should run a few scans? That'll tell us for sure."

Considering that the only scans she could do were X-Ray and that wouldn't give any information about muscle, Adah was leaning heavily on the fact that if Brooke didn't know that the ~~handwavey part of the foot because, yeah, like I have a medical degree~~ would not be affected by a sprain, mabe she didn't know that they didn't have that technology.

Okay, that was way too much work, and she still wanted to go out tonight. "Well, you said it wasn't what I thought it was, and don't most doctors like, just write you a prescription and send you on your way?"

Adah grinned slightly. "Funny. I always thought a diagnosis preceded a prescription. But what do I know? It's not like I've been studying and getting into medical school or anything..."

"If you've been studying and getting into medical school and everything, then why can't you tell me why my foot hurts?" Brooke countered, thinking she maybe had this one. It may have been the desperation talking.

Times like this it was really a good thing Brooke didn't have Jaina's access to the Force. Just imagine all the attempted mind-tricking and telekinesised drugs that would be happpening.

The smirk on Adah's face broadened as she still, lightly, held Brooke's foot. "Oh," she said, "I can tell you perfectly well why it 'hurts.'"

"Okay then," she said, figuring this was the diagnosis part and then she could get her drugs. "Why?"

Well, see, that was the thing about the Hippocratic Oath, really. Technically, it didn't apply until you made it. And she was not exactly Doctor Price yet. She quickly down a fractured ankled on the form as she asked, "Well, depends. What's your poison?" She continued to list off a variety of different painkillers she knew she could get Brooke without too much of a problem.

Brooke blinked in surprise, and still not entirely sure she was hearing this right, said, "What's the strongest? It really hurts."

Adah's eyebrow quirked slightly. Maybe her impression was incorrect, and this Brooke wasn't as into it as she had assumed, if she didn't even know what she wanted. The idea of possibly supplying her with somehing completely different crossed her mind.

"No preference, then?"

"You're the doctor, I'm just the patient," Brooke pointed out. The truth was, whatever was given to her, she'd totally take and wouldn't even think to remember the name.

In the end, Adah decided it wasn't worth risking this very important position for someone who couldn't even specify what she wanted to knock herself out from her pain. She took in a deep, considerate breath. "One moment," she said, slowly rising from the chair and limping out.

She returned later with an orange bottle of pills. "Percocet," she said. She was doing a lot of research to catch up on the 45 years she'd missed in medical technology, and that showed up often. "That should help the....pain."

Of course, Adah had filled the bottle with nothing but a big fat placebo, but she was having a feeling that Brooke wouldn't be able to determine a difference.

That was a name Brooke recognized as being something really good, too. "That is perfect," she gushed. "Thank you so much, you're such a great help."

"Hope your foot feels better," Adah offered, no hint of the grin she was feeling in her voice or on her face.

"Me too, I'm sure it will," said Brooke, hopping off the table onto her supposedly good foot, willing to at least see her ruse through. "You are like unto a saint."

Oh! A saint! That? Was a good one. But she was glad to send Brooke on her was and return to the desk and do nothing.

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