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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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"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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