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Fandom Clinic, Friday
Friday, June 8th, 2018 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deaddadsclubAfter fixing up the kid from the diner yesterday, Cristina had stuck around the clinic, learning canasta from the nurses. Of course, then her crazy competitive side had come out and she'd gotten insufferable. And then she'd spotted "Dr. Cristina Yang" on one of the office doors and got even more insufferable, and they finally kicked her out.
She was back today, though. This time, one of the nurses handed her a suture kit and a banana.
"Pretty sure fruit doesn't get stitches," Cristina said. "And I don't want a snack."
"It's for practice," the nurse told her, and started demonstrating some stitching techniques. "This is how doctors learn."
Which was how Cristina ended up manning the front desk, gleefully stitching a banana, and leaving the nurses alone to play their canasta in peace.
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She was back today, though. This time, one of the nurses handed her a suture kit and a banana.
"Pretty sure fruit doesn't get stitches," Cristina said. "And I don't want a snack."
"It's for practice," the nurse told her, and started demonstrating some stitching techniques. "This is how doctors learn."
Which was how Cristina ended up manning the front desk, gleefully stitching a banana, and leaving the nurses alone to play their canasta in peace.
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