Fandom Clinic, Monday 12/18

[stykera]

The clinic was made of gingerbread. The interior walls of the clinic lobby area had several holes in them.

"Stabby's still in a mood," a nurse explained. "Seems to hate gingerbread houses. Look what he did to the one in his tank!"

The cookie carnage indicated was indeed terrible and Stark shook his head as he took it all in.

"Don't even ask what he did to one of those little slow angels on Saturday," the nurse said with s theatrical shudder.

'I won't," Stark said quickly. "Here. Coffee?" He handed over the cups he'd brought with him. "And do you have an ice pack? I hit my knee on the ice yesterday..."

Another nurse sighed heavily and bright out a cold pack. "Sit and put your foot up!

Stark did as he was told.

The clinic was open. The alien was in and resting his knee. The crab remained In A Mood.

Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

[doctorgingerspice]

Will had to admit, by the time he got to the clinic, that okay, yeah, actually the snuggie wasn't that bad.

At least the reindeer emblazoned on it had a lab coat and was wearing a stethoscope? So it was on brand if nothing else.

"What's with him?" he asked, eyeing Stabby's tank. Much like yesterday, the only way to describe it was "carnage" except instead of gingerbread it was shredded fleece. And a grumpy-looking snuggie-wearing crab.

Will wasn't sure what to make of the fact that he apparently knew Stabby well enough to be able to discern that he was grumpy-looking.

"He's not a fan of the snuggie," one of the nurses said. "Beyond that, he won't say."