FTEC, Tuesday, May 19

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Martha didn't mind when things were quiet at the clinic, because it meant she had plenty of time to do all the things that ensured the clinic would be ready the next time something bad did happen. It also meant she had time to come up with her own list of what could be the next thing to invade. Sure, it was likely she'd be wrong, but that didn't mean she couldn't guess.

[OCD freeeee!]

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The bartender said the clinic here was nice. She could hope that someone wasn't going to try voodoo hocus-pocus on her. Alex wasn't even into the hippie New Age healing crystals, much less what half the people around here claimed they could do.

But she probably did need follow-up care, and the woman at the counter seemed relatively normal, so ... she walked up to the counter, hesitantly.

"Hi. Can I ... get someone to take a look at something for me?"

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Martha looked up from her papers and gave the woman a pleasant smile. "Certainly. How can I help you?" she asked.

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"I had a ... serious injury recently," Alex said uncertainly. "I was discharged a bit abruptly, and I haven't gone to any follow-up visits? I'm not sure what I should be doing. I'm trying to keep it clean, and I have pain pills, but I thought it couldn't hurt to ... actually stop in here and make sure I don't have gangrene or something horrible."

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"I'd be happy to check and make sure everything is healing," Martha said, coming around from behind the desk. "How were you injured?"

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"Gunshot wound, to the shoulder," Alex said, tugging slightly on the neck of her shirt to show off the edge of her bandages. "Some blood loss, shock, and I had to have a sling on my arm for a week."

Technically, nobody had said she could take it off, but they dumped her onto this island with some pain pills and antibiotics, so she got sick of wearing the thing.

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"Did they not tell you to go back and get checked out, or did you decide not to?" Martha asked, leading her to one of the exam rooms. She figured she wouldn't have been here if it was the latter, but she had to check.

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"They didn't tell me anything," Alex said, waiting until the door was shut to attempt the tricky task of removing her shirt. Button-downs had become very popular, lately. "The FBI stepped in. I don't think I was ready for discharge, but they had to get me out of town that night. So I'm here. It's ... complicated."

Understatement of the year.

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"Sounds like you had quite the adventure getting here," Martha said, getting out fresh bandages and supplies to check and clean the wound. "And I apologize, I don't believe I asked your name."

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"I could do with less adventure," Alex admitted wryly. "Alex Cabot. I'm setting up law offices in town. When not drinking at the bar."

Which was frequently.

"I didn't get yours, either, Doctor ... ?"

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"Jones. Martha Jones," she said. "If it's any help, of all the injuries I've seen in my time here, none have been caused by a gun." Of course, there were other, stranger things that hurt people, but that wasn't the point at the moment. "I don't believe you'll need to worry about that kind of attack again."

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"That is helpful," Alex agreed, peeling carefully to unfasten the bandages. Ow. "No cars, either, so no fear of drive-bys. You've gotta love New York."