Fandom Clinic, Thursday 4/29

[stykera]

The unsettled feeling had not lessened for Stark by Thursday morning. If anything, he felt even more anxious and generally off today. That might be blamed on the lack of sleep, or on the still-falling ash, or on the dome trapping everyone here, or on the knowledge of awful things he'd yet to see for himself on the island, or on past horrible experiences. There were any number of reasons he might be feeling this way but the why of it all was less important than the fact that the feeling was still there. He wanted it gone.

In spite of, or because of, that looming feeling of dread he dragged himself to the clinic again today. He kept nervously turning to face the water after learning yesterday of the creature, or creatures, lurking there. He knew the road wasn't that close to the water but who knew how large those things were. Or if they liked to beach themselves in search of bipedal snacks. At least on the way back to the apartment the water wouldn't be on his blind side. If he went back.

It was still better, he reasoned, to be frightened in the clinic rather than alone in his apartment. At least he might be useful at the clinic. Not that he'd been any use at all yet, aside from bringing in coffee. At least procuring the day's supply had given him something to concentrate on for a few moments.

The clinic was open and the alien was in. The alien was also anxious, tired, caffeinated and had ash smudges on his face from rubbing at it.


[oooooopen though the "I'm at work so I'm probably slow" warning will apply]