FTEC -- July 12 -- Day Shift.

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If Adah was late in opening the clinic today...well, it wasn't like she felt she really needed to justify her tardiness with an excuse. She just took it for what it was, settled down behind the front desk, and went to her tasks of researching and pondering various aspects of medical science and the Meaning of Life, which she one day really did expect to find in the nucleus of a flesh eating microbe.

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Front Desk -- 07/12.

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Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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Lee had a papercut. It wasn't big or particularly painful but hey, he thought it merited a trip to the clinic.

So, with his left ring finger swathed in a paper towel (not that it was needed), he trundled down to the clinic and pushed open the door.

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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It was only shortly after she'd noticed who came through the clinic doors that Adah noticed the paper towel, blink, and then frowned a moment at the Eel.

"What did you do?" she asked, a little torn between whether she should expect it to be absolutely ridiculous and worthy of ridicule or whether it might actually be something of concern.

Of course, she figured it was the former, as he was exactly the type of person to not take care of it if it was something that needed a appraisal, but, to save herself potentially feeling if it was serious, she kept neutral for the moment.

Although, if she based it on the look of that paper towel, her concern was probably quite pointless.

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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"I have a devastating injury," he said even though he looked fine and sounded fine and the paper towel was fine.

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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Adah stared at him a moment.

Okay, yeah, it totally had to be fake.

"devastating, you say?" she asked. "Then, Dog doog, man, what are you doing just standing there?" Note the incredible deadpan urgency in her voice. And the fact that she remained in her chair. Hell, most likely, unless someone was bleeding all over the place, she'd have taken her time getting up. "What is it? Hemorrhage? Appendicitis? Trichophyton rubrum?"

She paused, grinning slightly.

"That's jock itch, by the way."

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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Lee found he had two options: 1) lie and make up some fake name 2) be really, really cheesy.

"It's not jock itch," he said and had the decency to make face. "It's...absence. It's not making my heart grow fonder. It's making it grow...um, black."

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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"An abscess?" Adah asked, eyes growing wide as she quite intentionally 'misheard' him. "Well, of course it's making your heart go black; what do you expect with an accumulation of dead neutrophils around an infected area? An abscess is extremely serious even on lesser organs; this could be fatal if it's on your heart. We'll have to operate; the only way to prevent death in a situation this severe would be to cut you up, get in there, drain the offending abscess and hope your immune system is good enough to recover."

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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Lee stared at her.

For awhile.

And then took one big step backwards.

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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"What?" Adah asked, unable to help laughing a little like that. "Absence, abscess? I had to, it was right there! It's not my fault that your pitiful attempts to make me cringe at your cheesiness forgot to take into account that my brain is a veritable lexicon of medical terminology."

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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"You are obsessed with cutting me open!" Lee exclaimed. "What if I let you give me stitches?"

Re: Front Desk -- 07/12.

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"I am not obsessed," Adah insisted with a lift of her chin, grin still in place. "I would have been perfectly fine with going along with the jock itch, and that involves no cutting whatsoever. Stitches I could do, though. I'm good at stitches."

Turns out those ridiculous hope chest projects Orleanna made them do instead of advanced calculus benefited Adah after all. But her expression shifted again into a slight frown.

"Do you need stitches?"

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"I could." He was clumsy. "I'd be gone five minutes, come back and need some stitches."

Exam Rooms -- 07/12.

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Exam Six -- A Mad Aloof Eel.

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After making a few technically adjustments on the 'official' form, Adah limped the extra distance to one of the exam rooms a bit further back, for no particular reason, certainly, other than she felt she could use the extra stroll. She slipped in, waited for the Eel to follow, her attention on the clipboard crooked in one arm.

"Now, of course," she said as the door shut behind them, "we'll have to start with you taking off your shirt..."

Re: Exam Six -- A Mad Aloof Eel.

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"Of course," he said and wriggled out of said shirt. And, of course, he took his time to fold it very, very neatly.

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Adah shifted, moving toward a small stray of instruments, to set down her clipboard so that she could make a few more irreverent notes. Her head shook the whole time. "You," she said with a glance toward the shirt, "are such a nerd."

Re: Exam Six -- A Mad Aloof Eel.

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"I am a fan of crisp lines in my shirt," he lied, finally finished and laying it gently down and out of the way. "I want to look pressed and sharp."

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"Mmhm," Adah hummed with a faint smirk, tone and expression both doing a fair job of convey just how much she believed him, which was to say, not very much.. "Of course you do. Now, would you like to have a seat on the examination table, or would you prefer standing?"

Re: Exam Six -- A Mad Aloof Eel.

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"I might be too tall for standing." He held up a warning finger. "No height quips."

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"You shouldn't be allowed to deny me height quips," Adah pointed out, finishing her last mark on the form and reaching for a thermometer, "when you set me up so obviously for them."

She popped the safety guard on the thermometer off without really much of a care to where it landed at the moment, and nodded. "Have a seat then."

Re: Exam Six -- A Mad Aloof Eel.

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"I'm proportional," he said and hopped up on the table. "I might still have a growth spurt or two in me."

Re: Exam Six -- A Mad Aloof Eel.

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"At age eighteen?" Adah asked, skepticism in her voice, as she shook her head. "Highly unlikely, but you just keep on hoping, there. That sort of determined hope for something completely fantastical and imaginary is kind of cute."

She limped over, sliding in much close that necessary as she held up the thermometer. Much closer. She grinned. "Open up; say 'ah...'"

Re: Exam Six -- A Mad Aloof Eel.

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Lee did as requested and said, "Aaaaaaah." He wanted to make a snarky comment but he had his shirt off and his mouth open. Not really the time to do so.

Re: Exam Six -- A Mad Aloof Eel.

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He had his shirt off and his mouth open, so Adah probably wouldn't have paid much attention to the snarky comment, anyway. She grinned a little, moving the thermometer in. "Under your tongue," she said, "and close your mouth. It needs a few minutes before it can register; you sure you can keep your mouth shut for that long?"

OOC -- 07/12.

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Sorry for lateness; there was forgetting and then work!