FTEC -- Sunday, May 18 -- Evening.

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

So, the pony debacle had thankfully proven to be just a daily thing. This lead to a rare instance where Adah, settled behind the front desk of the clinic again with her journals and notebooks, was actually somewhat contented with the world.

The nurses were a little frightened.

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Re: Front Desk -- 05/18

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Cable shifted the baby's position a little so he could write on the clipboard, and beyond a moment's consideration over the field that read 'name' (he settled on 'Nathan Dayspring Summers', in the end) he was quick about it, keeping the information vague-but-relevant.

"That should be enough," he said, mildly, "For the time being, at least." At some point in the future, he would have to look into vaccinations for diseases that were a little more... alien.

Right now, though-- it would work was the right expression. "We'll save the meningitis for later." Sort of in that joke area.

Re: Front Desk -- 05/18

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. Although here Adah was thinking that poking all those different needles into the baby today wasn't going to quite be enough, but, then again, maybe that was why she was stuck here this summer instead of poking babies with needles on a more professional level. She carefully used the desk to help push herself up, giving a glance over the information before limping toward an exam room (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/483326.html?thread=10090750#t10090750). "This way, please."