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FTEC, Thursday [11/27]

Being unfamiliar with Thanksgiving, Simon took the opportunity to find out exactly who was given thanks and for what. It wasn't like the clinic was busy anyway.

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There were certain kinda injuries you could admit to. Like getting smacked in the line of duty, or getting shot or something. Cutting yourself while making breakfast? Not so much.

So it was a decidedly grumpy Ray (hand wrapped in gauze and all) who stalked into the clinic that morning. Recognizing the guy behind the desk (sorta), he called, "Hey, Tam!"

Stupid carrots. He hated them. Stupid eating healthy.

[ sorta sp as I need a nap! ]

Simon looked up. "Good morning," he said, immediately noticing the wrapped up hand. "Are you ok, Ray?"

"Just need some, what's it, anti-- something," he said, holding up the hand in question. And jittering a little. Reaaally hated this. "As long as it isn't made from a, uh, pregnant moose. And maybe some stitches."

Simon raised an eyebrow, trying not to look amused. "Pregnant moose?" Let me have a look." He rose and gestured in the direction of an exam room.

"Don't knock the pregnant moose stuff," Ray replied, following Simon's gesture into the exam room. "It stinks bad enough to kill flies."

"Really?" He gestured for Ray to take a seat and found a chair for himself, then reached out for the bandaged hand. "What happened?"

"Got into a, uh," Ray shrugged one of his shoulders, "Tangle with a knife, not important." Shut up; his ego was all he had, in the long game, dammit.

Simon frowned a little. "Knife fight?" He asked. He had been living long enough on Serenity.

"Something like that." He shifted a little in his seat. Probably should stay still for the whole thing. Ray had learned that lesson. Finally, he let Simon take the hand. Somewhere under the bandage was a cut running down his thumb, not quite deep, but not quite shallow, either.

It was an odd way to get cut in a fight, but Simon didn't ask. He examined the wound. "You won't need get this stitched up," he said, "but I'm going to clean it to make sure there won't be an infection."

Well, that was a relief. "Yeah, okay," Ray muttered, "Just hurry up, I gotta get back to the station, lots of important, uh, paperwork to file." Which he would avoid filing until the end of his damn life.

Yes, Simon smiled. "That sounds important," he said. "in the same way as this clinic is busy." But it didn't take long for him to get the wound neatly bandaged.

"The island is the size of a doornail and deader'n one," he informed Simon. "Peace and quiet, not really my thing."

"I got used to being busy on Serenity," Simon replied. "Somehow I appreciate ot having to patch up people who nearly got killed every day. Especially not people I care about." He released Ray's bandaged hand.

"Well, kinda comes with the job, right?" Ray shrugged. He didn't know doctors that well and was in no hurry to know more about the profession. "I mean, being a cop, there's a lot of bad people out there, and they kinda smell, you know? Smell of bad, bad people. But it's part of the job."

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"In a way it's similar, being a doctor and being a policeman. Both are jobs which it would be best if they weren't necessary." He smiled. "If the hand gets infected you need to come back."

"Eh, if they weren't necessary, I'd be off working in a glue factory," Ray snerked, hopping off his seat. "Thanks, doc. Hope I won't have to see you here again anytime soon, no offense."

"None taken," he said. "Are you celebrating this Thanksgiving holiday too?"

"Might get me a turkey TV dinner," he said, "I just got here, my family lives a couple states down..." My only real friend is Canadian, he didn't add, because that was just pathetic. "So kinda."

"Ah, turkey." Yes, he had noticed that was the food of choice today. "I hope the hotel will have the traditional turkey dinner," he said. "So that I get the complete holiday experience."

[heading off home!]

"Not from around here, huh?" Ray asked, possibly a little obviously. "Good luck with that."

"Oh, why?" Simon asked.

No world ending!

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FTEC, Thursday [11/27]

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