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FTEC, Tuesday September 23

Harley had had a wonderful time this past weekend, but it did leave her feeling a little anxious. She sat at the desk, reading an out-of-town paper, scanning it for traces of a familiar face.

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Harley spent all morning rereading the paper. Come on, there had to be something in here.

With lighter medication and the whole getting cooped up feeling, Roy was more than ready to go home. At least, he seemed to think so. It was probably a good thing Aly was keeping an eye on him or he would have been driving people crazy. Well, more than he was already.

Harley checked in on Roy, clipboard in hand.

"Aaaaaaaand how are we today?" She chirped.

She seemed new. At least Roy didn't remember seeing the woman before. He closed the file he was working on (shush, it was resting if he wasn't moving around).

"Ready to get home?" he asked hopeful.

Harley checked the clipboard.

[Should she let him go? How's his condition?]

Damn. He glared at the clipboard. "What flowers do you like?"

"Anythin' but carnations. Any girl would rather get nothin' than carnations." She finished reading the chart. "Says here ya got one more day. Good to see ya so spunky, though. Ya can help me change the bandages, then get back ta restin."

One more day sounded at least marginally better. "I think that's the first time I've been called spunky," he remarked. "A lot of other things, but not that. Are you new?"

"Yessir!" She grinned and went to get the bandages and alcohol from the cabinet. "I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Pleased to meet-cha, Mistah Mustang." She remembered his name from the chart. "Are ya a frequent visitah?"

He watched her with some amusement. "I suppose you could say that, I try not to get stuck overnight, though." He grimaced. "It comes with the job, I suppose."

She set the bandages and alcohol out on the table next to Roy. "Oooh! Are ya a secret agent? C'mon, ya can tell me. As yer doctor, I'm under oath ta keep quiet about it!"

"If that line actually works on a secret agent, I'd be worried," Roy replied, eyeing the alcohol warily. "I'm the sheriff, I'm certain you're allowed to tell other people that."

The paper was now in the trash can. Harley had remembered her resolve. She had also not found anything at all.

Out in the morning for classes, back in the afternoon, one more short class, then back for the rest of the evening for pings.

I hope it was okay to add OCD. I just wanted to establish Roy still there as he's getting out tomorrow and didn't know where to put it!

Oh don't worry, I think that that was perfect. Thank you so much for letting me know. ^_^

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FTEC, Tuesday September 23

Day Shift

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Evening Shift

OOC

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