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FTEC -- July 12 -- Day Shift.

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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Sorry for lateness; there was forgetting and then work!

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.

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.

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

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."

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."

"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."

Lee stared at her.

For awhile.

And then took one big step backwards.

"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."

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

"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?"

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

"Because that is an intelligent plan of action," Adah observed. "I am bored, though. I suppose if you really wanted to and took care to avoid all major arteries because, to be quite honest, I don't think I could handle it too well if there was an actual problem to fix..."

"All right. Arm? Leg? Head?" he asked.

"You need your head," Adah pointed out. "Limbs, however, are actually quite expendable. Not only that, but it would be a pretty quick and easy way to get out of that looming military career if you really wanted. I would suggest, however, somewhere on the side, against one of those less important organs like the appendix or the spleen."

"Side, right." He eyed each of his sides. "So. Okay. I'm going to go hurt myself. I'll be back in five minutes. Or maybe more."

He smiled brightly before turning and heading for the door, trying to figure out how he'd end up hurting himself.

The sad thing was that Adah would not have even said anything if it weren't for the fact that she figured he just might be stupid enough to do it. Or that this was a place where it was likely that it would happen even if he tried to avoid it.

"Stop right there," she said, her tone one of warning finality, "and get back over here. You are not hurting yourself. If I'm really that bored, I can think of much better ways to spend my time than stitching you up." She sent an amused, though stern, look at his back.

"It wouldn't hurt that bad," hes aid, turning around. "I mean, I've got padding there."

Adah was not even going to say anything to that, preferring, instead, to just keep the warning look on him, her eyes much more steady and insistent than her words could ever be.

"You're kinda hot when you glare," Lee decided to say in the face of that look.

"Good thing you think so," Adah commented back, "because I bet you have to look at me glaring quite a lot."

Lee smiled and said, "Sometimes you don't glare. It's still sexy."

"Flattery," Adah smirked quietly, "will not get you stitches."

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