fandom_clinic | FTEC -- Saturday, May 24 -- Day Shift.

Current Mood: confused

Entry tags:

FTEC -- Saturday, May 24 -- Day Shift.

Surprisingly, the phenomenon of bipedal proboscises grew rather boring after a shockingly short while, even after Adah had finally convinced one of the nurses to snag one up for her and she could do a little bit of dissecting and research to see if there was any logical rhyme or reason on why anyone would bother splicing these particular tissues together to this specific cause.

Conclusion:

This is just silly.

It started to get a little annoying after a while to realize that a bunch of noses were more mobile than she was. They avoided her easily after the first few dissections, but that didn't mean Adah still couldn't attempt to fire antihistamine pills at them from the front desk.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Tyler didn't exactly wake up that morning.

This would be because Tyler hadn't slept.

This would be because his prescription for Seconal had lapsed, and his doctors would not renew it over the phone. Which he should have taken care of before leaving Arizona, but sometimes he failed at such considerations.

All of this would be why he was now at the clinic's front desk, hoping to get a new prescription with as little hassle as possible. "Hey."

[OOC: SP = Love and chocolate meringue pie.]

Adah glanced up from where she was considering a backwards list of potential other mildly pointless but potentially more useful splices such as the bipedal proboscises and blinked at the man at that desk. The usual greeting seemed a bit delayed.

"May I help you?"

A quick glance down showed no mortal wounds, missing appendages, or gaping cavities, which was both a relief and a disappointment.

Tyler rocked back on his heels. "Who would I talk to around here if I need a prescription refilled?"

Adah made a slight glance one way toward the nurses; she gave another glance the other way toward the noses, and then shrugged her good shoulder. "Yes," she said, despite the seeming uncertainty in the extremely deadpanned expressions. Her head tilted slightly. "What did you need?"

Tyler gave Adah a skeptical look. She was young, and there was something about the way she moved, some old injury or handicap, nothing he could place. "Are you the doctor?"

He would have just gone to a mainland clinic, but there were the problems of being 10 years out of time and in the wrong country. He doubted even socialist medicine handed out barbiturates to anyone with their hand out. Fandom was at least a safe from of weird.

Adah quirked an eyebrow. "I'm a volunteer," she admitted, "but one capable and knowledgeable enough that, clearly, it's fine for me to handle demon stabs and booster shots. I'm sure I can handle a prescription, assuming that you have proper documentation to support the renewal."

The girl had a point there, and it wasn't as though he saw anyone else. Tyler retrieved a pill bottle -- prescription for a standard dose of secobarbital, festooned with stickers warning not to do anything fun under its influence -- from his inside jacket pocket. He passed it over to Adah as if giving her something precious.

"It's to treat chronic insomnia." Which was a partial truth, but he never believed in giving more information than the situation called for.

Adah took the bottle and gave it only a brief glance before her eyes turned toward him to check for any of the basic physical signs of the issue at hand, and then back to the bottle to take in all the information in those handy little labels. She set the bottle back down on the desk for a moment as she used her good hand to help her up from the desk, and then picking it back up. "Excuse me a moment, Mister Durden, while I process this then." The limp toward the proper facilities to do just that subsequently followed.

"Thanks," he called after her, then leaned against the wall to wait.

Adah returned a while...a short while, but still a while, Adah limped back, a new prescription settled in a newly labeled orange bottle in a small white bag for him. "There you are," Adah didn't sit yet as she held the bag out. "Relatively painless, wasn't it? Fifty percent chance that I just hooked you up with placebos, as well."

She hadn't; everything that she'd thought to check to clear the avenues went through, as far as she could tell, far enough to keep her out of trouble, anyway.

"Very painless. If the placebos work for me, I won't even complain," Tyler said, clearly relieved. He imagined that the clinic had his paperwork from when he'd seen Dr. Pevensie somewhere, but it was nice not to have to have that scrutinized. "I guess I'll see you or someone like you next time this runs out."

"Assuming," Adah commented as she slowly lowered herself back into her chair behind the desk, "it doesn't run out in a time span shorter than the suggested normal usage would run."

Tyler shook his head, rather vehemently. "I'm not really the barbiturate addict type."

"Smart choice." But he had a faint nervousness, and was rather insistent, so she couldn't quite tell. Truth, lies, perhaps a story somewhere behind this, but at least this time there wasn't a poorly faked injury. Or anything, really, so Adah mostly didn't care.

"I like to think so," Tyler nodded. He pocketed the pills. "Later."

Unfortunately, I've got a swing shift today, so I won't be around for any pings until 4 EST.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

FTEC -- Saturday, May 24 -- Day Shift.

Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Re: Front Desk -- 05/24

Exam Rooms -- 05/24.

OOC -- 05/24