FTEC, Wednesday (Evening Shift)

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan leaned back a bit in his chair, content to read lazily while waiting for someone to come in seeking medical assistance.

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[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela flounces dramatically in to the clinic.

"I," she says, holding out the palm of her right hand, upon which one might notice a paper cut on her index finger, "desire medical assistance."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan looked up from his novel and smirked. "What you require," he drawled, no less dramatically than Carmela had flounced, "is a bandage. I hear you can buy them at Turtle & Canary."

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Here was closer," Carmela says with a shrug. Not that she actually had any idea whether that was true or not. Nor did she really care.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed, and waved her over as he pulled open a drawer in the desk. "C'mon over," he said. Followed very swiftly by the sound of him slamming the drawer closed. "Not that one." He opened the drawer below and pulled out an adhesive bandage and an alcohol swab. He tore off the sterile wrapper from the swab, and held out his hand for hers.

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela complies, sidling over to the desk and letting him take her hand.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan dabbed quickly at the paper cut with the alcohol swab, then deftly opened the bandage and applied it to the cut. "There you go," he said. "All better."

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Why thank you, kind sir," Carmela says with a smirk, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Mostly just to see how he'd react to that.

[not_in_the_book]

"N'aww," Ronan said, with a bit of a soft chuckle. "Carmela, I didn't realise you felt that way. Unfortunately, we don't take payment here in sexual favours." He paused for a moment, cosidering his boss. "Well, most of us don't, anyway."

Beyond that? No reaction at all.