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FTEC -- August 03 -- Sunday.

When Adah came in for her clinic shift in the afternoon part of the day, she had a brief and fleeting thought of doing something cute like offering cootie shots for all the kids, but then she remembered that she disliked children more than she liked sticking needles into things, which was kind of impressive. So she just settled behind the desk, reading up on childhood psychiatric disorders, because she had a feeling that it wouldn't take long to watch these adults turned children and spot them out, considering what a lot of these children were like as adults.

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Not around for a good chunk of the late afternoon/early evening, but otherwise *thumbs up*

A little boy wandered in, hobbling a little, a dog trailing after him. "Hi. I has an owie."

Adah eyed the dog a little with annoyance, but reminded herself that she couldn't exactly say anything because she brought Pride into the clinic quite often, although, really, more often than not, he was coming in as a "volunteer" for an experiment or two.

"And what kind of owie," she asked, taking into consideration the hobbling. She considered herself quite the expert in limps, "might this be?"

"I hurteds my ankle. I fell and it went owie."

The dog calmly sat down, merely pricking its ears up in interest.

Adah nodded a little, hand on the desk to help her rise up from her seat. "Mind if we go have a look at it?" she asked. She figured that, if the kid had hobbled over here in the first place, he was here for precisely that reason, but the last thing she needed was to try and get him in an exam room and have him freak out. Ruth May was like that, never really liking doctors and their offices and being poke at. "And I can see if there's anything to do to make it better?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded. An exam room probably would have made him uncomfortable, all things considered. People stuck other people in there and left them alone for a long time. He didn't like that idea, though he wasn't entirely sure why.

"It really hurts," he whined just a little.

Of course, to an eight year-old probably every little scrape hurt like a major injury in the right company.

"If you can just have a seat on that table there," Adah said, opening the door for the little boy, "and then I'm just going to check your ankle all over and see if I can find out what's wrong with it. Is that okay?"

Adah nodded a little, and she started to limp toward the door to the exam rooms. She didn't particularly want to, but she had to feel a little bit of sympathy for a kid dealing with painful mobility. Walking didn't hurt like it used to, but she remembered when even moving her right side was painful enough to cause tears that she'd never admit to.

"If you'll just follwo me (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/504617.html?thread=10417961#t10417961) and we'll go sit in a nice room where I can see what'll make it better?"

She eyed the dog again. "He'll have to stay out here, though. Sorry."

"O..kay." He sounded very unsure, as if he didn't want to go to any room, but she seemed nice enough.

He looked across his shoulder to the dog. "You...uh," he paused for a bit, as if he was trying to think of something, "stay here, 'kay?"

The dog lay down near the desk, head on its paws as it watched them walk away.

"Okay," he replied, voice a tad shaky. It was a cold room, and the table seemed far too big.

He took his time climbing up, trying not to hurt his ankle much by doing so, but he couldn't help but bump it a little as he finally got on.

The fact that a little bump like that garnered a reaction, one that he tried to keep down, probably told Adah well enough of what the injury was, but she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him. "Now, first things first," she said, looking up at him on the table. "What's your name, sweetie?"

She didn't even realize she'd said it, with her clear Southern drawl, until it hung in the air at the end of her question, and Adah winced a little, blaming the profession and the fact that it was actually a real injury and not just some kid wasting her time.

"HM," he replied. "A girl called me Murdock yesterday, but tha's jus' my last name." And he didn't even mind the 'sweetie' part, though usually he thought such things icky. She was nice and if she could make his owie go away, he'd let her call him anything she wanted.

"What's yours?"

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"Adah," she told him with a slight nod and then, carefully, with a little bit of discomfort twisting in her otherwise unreadable face, she managed to cup the hand of her bad arm lightly on the sole of HM's foot, so her good hand could do all the work from a relatively steady base. "Now, some of this might hurt, HM, but it's important to find out what hurts so I can know where the problem is. I'm going to move your foot around and you tell me what hurts and how much, and be honest, okay? I know sometimes we like to seem tough, but sometimes it's important to be honest when we're in pain."

That was a simple thing that she still had trouble with, and she started to carefully start feeling around the boy's foot and ankle, listening for sounds of pain while feeling for swelling.

"'Kay," he nodded. He tilted his head at her a little, brows squishing a bit in curiosity. "Do you have an owie too?" He'd noticed the slight look on her face, not to the mention the limp he'd seen earlier.

He didn't resist her handling of his foot. It wasn't painful, until...

"Ouch!"

Even if he had been trying to play tough, he couldn't have covered that up. It hurt when she moved his ankle that way. "That hurt," he said, voice quivering. "Can you..." that wasn't a wee sniffle, really, "make it go away?"

"Luckily," Adah told him, the diagnosis firm in her head. It was clear that nothing was broken, which meant it must have just been a really bad sprain, a twist of his ankle on some uneven ground or some playground equipment. Convinced, she withdrew her hands, rolling the chair back to a supply cabinet for some of the things she'd need to reinforce his ankle so he didn't accidentally make it worse by moving around on it, "it will go away, so long as you pay attention, be careful on it, and let me wrap it up good and tight so you don't make it worse."

She decided to just avoid the question about her own obvious owie.

"It will?" He bent over a bit to peer down at his ankle, then glanced back up at her, "I can still play tho, right? Like onna a swing or somethin'?"

It would so stink to be stuck not being able to play. He didn't like that idea. He liked playing!

"Do you like to play, Adah?"

"You can play," Adah said with a nod, again dodging around answering a question that would have just been awkward. Some kid who was going to be some teacher in a day or two didn't need to know anything about her, anyway, as far as she was concerned. She just placidly kept most of her attention on her surprisingly expert job of one-handed ankle-wrapping. "You just have to be very, very careful. I'm wrapping this up tight, which is going to restrict movement, and so that'll feel funny for a bit, but, if you want to play, try to play something nice and sit-down, like a board game. Or read a book or something. The less you're on it, the faster it will heal up."

He made a face at the 'read a book' part. Booor-ing! Who wanted to do that? But he nodded anyway. "'Kay. I will. I don' want it to hurts no more." He was quite serious about that. Hurts were no fun at all.

"You're nice," he blurted out suddenly, "I like you."

Adah snorted at that. She couldn't help it; those were words she wasn't used to hearing very often. "Yeah, yeah," she said, dismissively, although she couldn't help a small smile to go with the roll of her eyes. "Sure, kid. I'm just doing my job. Now, shall I go see if I can try to find some you-sized crutches to help you keep the weight off that ankle?"

"But I meant it," he replied very serious-like. "I do like you!" Then he pouted a bit. "Awww, do I gotta? Those things are no fun."

Adah drew in a little bit of a breath, reminding herself that, no, she wasn't in the least bit touched by that kind of insistence, and simply said, with a light shake of her head, "No, you don't have to. Just be careful. Don't need you in here because you hurt your other ankle trying to stay off of the injured one. Nothing wrong with just a limp if that's what you want."

Clearly.

"I can do it!" he assured her. "Imma big kid. I'm eight!" he grinned at her. "An' I will. I don' wanna have more owie." He was quite serious sounding about that too.

Though he wouldn't have minded seeing Adah again, he didn't want to have to come back to the clinic with its cold rooms, either.

"Nuthin' wrong wit' it t'all," he agreed, nodding.

Then Adah remembered that they did have something for kids who came in, although it didn't happen often, and she wheeled her chair over to another part of the exam room to get the small bag and offered it out to HM. "Lollipop before you go?"

"Oooh!" he grinned happily, clapping his hands a little. "Yes please!" He studied the bag carefully, brows furrowing a touch as he looked over the contents. "Which one..." Very serious study here. So many choices! "I'll take..." he reached in and snagged a green one, "this one! Thank you, Adah!"

Cocking his head a little, he looked at her. "Are you gonna have one too?"

Adah nodded. "You're welcome. You earned it, being a good, honest," and not annoying, "patient. I'm not going to have one, though, since I wasn't a patient."

He grinned. "I won' tell. Promise!" He made a little 'x' on his chest. "Cross my heart or hope to die."

Geesh, why did these kids' rhymes have to be so morbid?

Mohinder stood at the othe side of the desk, frowning as he tried to read the long upside-down words on the girl's text. "Is it a good book?"

Adah'd certainly never minded the morbidity. She gave HM a little smile, and shook her head. "And then all my help here would have been for nothing. Really, I'm good, but I appreciate that you'd cover for me."

Adah didn't even bother peering up from the pages she was reading, although she knew the boy was there.

"Yes," she said, simply, and left it at that. The kid wasn't bleeding, so she was sure that whatever he wanted wasn't urgent.

"No problemos, mucho," he grinned. "I heards that onna TV one time." ~~really, no idea how/where it came from canonically~~ He carefully climbed down off the table and slowly began to move. "See? I be real carefuls."

Adah really couldn't help grinning a little at that, although she was pretty annoyed with herself for it. "You still move better than I do."

A little pout appeared. "I sorry. Does your owie hurt much?"

"It hurts very much," Adah informed him, with a small nod, and a thoughtful rumination on how he seemed more despondent about the whole thing than she was. She also wonder why the hell she was telling some adult-turned-kid this, anyway. She didn't know him, though, and probably wouldn't know him since she'd be gone in a month or so; perhaps that was it. "But I've had it since I was born, so I'm used to it."

"Oh. I still sorry, Adah. Owies are bad. It's bad when people gets owies." He seemed very firm in this belief.

Might explain a few things later on.

"It is," Adah agreed with a nod, "so you be good and make sure you don't get any more, okay?"

"'Kay!" he grinned. He carefully made his way to the door, settling into a comfortable hobbling pattern. He turned and waved at her from the door. "Bye, Adah! I see yous again, 'kay?"

She doubted it, unless HM's adult self tracked her down for some reason. She really hoped that wasn't the case, because the last thing she needed was some man she didn't know feeling sorry for her. She could handle it from a kid who didn't really understand. But from someone who did, it was just embarrassing. Still, she lifted a hand in a bit of a wave. "Bye, HM. You take care now, y'here?"

She also wondered if there was something in the way he spoke that just brought out something cultural, and that was almost why she was fond of the kid. Common colloquialisms from her background like y'here would never, ever work its way into her vocabulary otherwise.

Mohinder wasn't sick or injured, but being smaller than usual hadn't left him any less curious. "There aren't many pictures," he said, not sure she was right about that.

"It doesn't need many pictures," Adah told him, still not glancing up as she turned a page.

"But how can you heal people if you don't know what it looks like when they're sick?" Mohinder persisted, Adah's disinterest remarkably familiar.

"These aren't illnesses you can really see," Adah answered, her voice mechanical as her eyes distinctly kept on the lines at the top of the page. "Mental illnesses. Diseases of the brain. Most children who have them look like normal children and sometimes you can't even tell they have them by just looking at them."

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FTEC -- August 03 -- Sunday.

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