Fandom Clinic; Thursday [09/29].

[outofthequiver]

Libby had been sort of hoping that, by now, she'd have been able to pull herself out of the funk that Just's news on Parents Weekend had put her in, but, really, going in for her clinic shift only seemed to make it feel worse. Heavier, somehow. Because this was the crux of all her guilt and uncertainty, wasn't it? This selfish desire to follow this passion and be convinced that this was actually the path God had set out for her to follow. Not marriage, not motherhood...or maybe at least not yet, at least not any time soon, and wasn't that the problem? What was the point, if you were just wasting precious time when you should be filling the quiver?

Personally, Libby had sort of hoped that whatever antics Stabby had gotten himself up to this week would distract her enough that she didn't just feel so heavy about everything anymore, but honestly, this one just left her confused. Most of them left her confused, yes, but there was just something about the neatly stacked pieces of corn on the cob in the corner of his tank that just took it to the next level of bewilderment.

It definitely wasn't helped by one of the nurses holding out her hand expectantly while another nurse counted out money into that hand, sighing and shaking her head. "You're right, you're right," said the second nurse as she paid up for losing the bet they'd apparently had about this event. "He did bring the corn, as promised. I was foolish to have doubted him."

The Clinic is open!