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Fandom Clinic, Monday 5/2
Monday, May 2nd, 2022 07:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykera"Woodchucks?" one of the nurses asked in a very disapproving tone when Stark arrived at the clinic on Monday. "You know they carry rabies too. And you didn't come get checked out afterwards!"
"I had someone to look after me that night," Stark protested, suddenly very interested in the coffees he'd picked up before coming in. Coffees from the actual coffee shop that had always been a coffee shop even. "I'm fine I think. A couple of bruises. It was fine."
"You should talk to the doctor," another nurse said sternly before taking a coffee. "Especially if you're going to insist on getting into fights with all of the local wildlife on a regular basis."
The clinic was open, the alien was in, still probably not rabid, and trying not to worry too much about any awkwardness that might result from the past few days.
"I had someone to look after me that night," Stark protested, suddenly very interested in the coffees he'd picked up before coming in. Coffees from the actual coffee shop that had always been a coffee shop even. "I'm fine I think. A couple of bruises. It was fine."
"You should talk to the doctor," another nurse said sternly before taking a coffee. "Especially if you're going to insist on getting into fights with all of the local wildlife on a regular basis."
The clinic was open, the alien was in, still probably not rabid, and trying not to worry too much about any awkwardness that might result from the past few days.