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FTEC, Sunday, October 12

Martha was sad to see so many sick and dying patients at the clinic, but not as sad as she was knowing that her true love was out there searching for his true love, and it wasn't her. Stupid Rose, keeping the Doctor away from her. If only she had the chance to show him what a real woman could be like, she knew she could change his mind. She just had to find the way to do it, and it was all she could think about as she checked on the clinic's patients.

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All day, all night, Martha's here somewhere.

Now with their own section because the coffee finally hit my brain.

Coma. Totally a coma. Ignore the head wound!

Also in a coma! Or possibly getting poisoned by his goatee.

Oh noes, a rare tropical disease! At least it's not a rare midwestern disease?

Burnination! Or was it assault by boobs?

Yes, she's still here, in the coma she's been in since she was four. Woe!

If you'd like to mod your character into an exam room, go right ahead. :D

If your character thinks they're a doctor, feel free to send them by to work. :D :D

"Graham" was still in a coma. His goatee was almost fully off now.

In the morning the REAL Graham Eriksen (MWAHAHAHHAAHA) snuck back into the clinic to re-draw on his brother's goatee.

He also stole Marshall's Jell-O cup. THE FIEND.

Harvey was there, smelling vaguely of cheese and missing Temari's boobs. At some point in the day he'd have to get his bandages taken off.

Yeah, he wasn't looking forward to that.

*helpless giggles at the OCD and very perky icon you're using* God I love this weekend.

Intent on digging up embarrassing dirt on one John Sheppard, Gwen decided to start at the clinic. Surely a man reputed to be so inclined towards ladies of the night made regular visits to clear up the aftermath.

Her heels clicking on the the floor, she made a dramatic entrance.

In the darkened room, with the shades drawn, the machine that goes "ping!" went "ping!", and the IV dripped, and the little plastic balloon on the ventilator inflated and deflated.

Poor little Agnes, not so little anymore, laid in the bed that had been her home for the past thirteen years, ever since that car crash had killed her parents, grandparents, sisters, aunts, uncles, and cousins (it had been a big car crash) and left her in a coma.

Ever so slightly, her eyelids fluttered. "M- mommy?" she gasped, once, and then she clutched her dolly tighter and was silent once more.

The sound of a dramatic entrance caught Martha's attention, and she looked up to see if it was her Doctor, her face falling a little when it was just Gwen. "Hi there," she said pleasantly. "Can I help you? You're not in a coma, are you?"

Brooke was all comatose. She wasn't doing much... yet. Dun dun DUUUUUUNNNN.

Doctor Lily was back today, scribbling things on charts. The scribbles could maybe be mistaken for doctor's handwriting, but were, in fact, just scribbles.

Gwen did a double-take. Could it be? It was. "Martha?"

Martha who she had long pined after from afar, from back when she was merely a police-dectective-turned-secret-organisation-member and only famous in Wales.

"Brooke! I came as soon as I heard!" Lucas rushed past the doctors at the front desk to sit in vigil at Brooke's bedside. "Tell me it's not a coma and that you're going to wake up soon!" His words were heartfelt and his lip trembled as he waited for a response. "Brooke, I...I..."

Maybe it was the exertion from running, maybe it was the emotional distress he was feeling, but Lucas' heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor next to Brooke's bed. His eyelids twitched a little as he lay there, dead.

Lucas rushed past the nurses and doctors, intent on getting to Brooke's side immediately.

"Hello Gwen," Martha replied with a smile. "You look well. Very well, in fact." Fame did wonders for people, after all.

Gwen told herself to play it cool, despite the radiance of Martha's smile. After all, world famous police-detectives-turned-secret-organisation-members-turned-gossip-columnists didn't get that way by losing their cool.

"You're looking ever better than ever," she said, smiling back. Widely. With her perfect teeth.

Martha came in at the sound of someone hitting the floor, expecting to find someone else in a coma. As she leaned over Lucas's body, she checked his pulse and frowned when she couldn't find it. "Oh, what a terrible coma," she said sadly, before fetching some nurses to help her move him into an exam room.

Worst. coma. ever.

His heart had just given out. It was like he'd seen his best friend in an accident or something. Poor Lucas. Such a bad coma.

Edited 2008-10-12 17:05 (UTC)

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FTEC, Sunday, October 12

Front Desk

Exam Rooms

Exam Room 1: Barbossa

Exam Room 2: "Graham Eriksen"

Exam Room 3: Brooke Davis

Exam Room 4: Harvey Dent

Exam Room 5: Agnes

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