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Fandom Clinic, Friday
Friday, May 31st, 2024 01:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doesdoctorstuffNavaan was definitely at her Clinic shift today. There was absolutely a Navaan, standing behind the desk, cheerful as ever. No, she didn't move or blink or change her expression, but that was definitely Navaan behind the desk. 100% doctor, 100% present, 100% not at a circus bacchanalia in her own world.
Stabby, for his part, was in his tank, looking absolutely exhausted. One might say, the kind of exhausted one might get by dragging a fake death version of Navaan from a storage closet and behind the desk, but that would be silly. Because that hadn't happened. Also, look how present and real that Navaan was!
The nurses were all exchanging glances and rolling their eyes and yet, none of them seemed inclined to question.
Stabby, for his part, was in his tank, looking absolutely exhausted. One might say, the kind of exhausted one might get by dragging a fake death version of Navaan from a storage closet and behind the desk, but that would be silly. Because that hadn't happened. Also, look how present and real that Navaan was!
The nurses were all exchanging glances and rolling their eyes and yet, none of them seemed inclined to question.