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FTEC, Sunday [10/3]

Ellie was at the clinic like she usually was on Sundays. It wasn't as though she had visiting family members to spend time with. So she was there if any medical emergencies occurred. Or if anyone wanted to hide from their family members for a few hours.

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Chuck was very purposely not hiding from the one family member on this island. Instead going out of his way to come to her and bring some pastries from the brunch.

After spending time there being reminded of last year, it... felt like just the sort of time to check in with Ellie.

"Hey," Ellie greeted. "Assuming you're here to visit?"

She just wanted to make sure he wasn't here for a medical reason.

"Visit only," Chuck assured her, holding up the paper plate of pastries. "No emergencies, just danishes."

"If you're up for that." Which he'd hoped she might be, since she was stuck here. "Family sort of day, so I thought--"

"Oh good. I prefer danishes," Ellie said with a grin. "And spending time with family is good, too."

She figured he might have been having issues with this weekend as well.

Chuck nodded, sliding the plate onto the front desk. "Well, everyone else got theirs. I stopped in at the brunch, did my bit for being sociable... There was only so much of that I wanted to watch." Without being able to join in.

"I might have gone to that if I didn't have to be here," Ellie admitted. "But...I think it would have been weird. Glad you stopped by here instead."

Especially because it got boring here sometimes. The nurses gossiping wasn't as entertaining after awhile.

"It was a little weird," Chuck agreed, leaning against the desk. "Everyone sort of groups off..." And Ellie was his group in this instance.

"So here I am!" He shrugged. "Not disturbing you from anything interesting?" Honestly, Chuck wasn't sure what constituted an interesting shift for her.

"No, I welcome distractions, especially of the baked good variety," Ellie snickered. "There was only so much complaining about the boyfriend of one of the nurses I could listen to anyway. Don't tell her I said that."

Santana had wrenched her shoulder a little, at Cheerios practice a few days ago. And while stretching with Brittany earlier had helped, she was used to being able to score a painkiller or two off her dad.

So, naturally, she figured a new clinic might take pity on a pretty visitor, and wandered in, massaging her neck. It was worth mentioning, of course, that she was in uniform. There was always the chance that Coach Sylvester would meet their plane later. "Oh my god, is this the clinic?" she asked as pitifully as possible.

Ellie glanced up at the girl in the cheerleader uniform. That did not look like the uniforms of the Fandom cheerleaders. She figured she must be visiting someone this weekend. "Yeah, can I help you?"

Brittany had followed Santana, but she figured she probably shouldn't take any more painkillers. (She'd been rather sternly warned away from them, after what happened the last time.) So she'd just hang out in the waiting room, reading Highlights.

She thought Gallant was so dreamy, but she'd rather make out with Goofus.

Her lips moved a little as she turned the pages.

[OOC: Just establishy.]

"I hurt my shoulder at cheer practice," she said sadly, rolling it painfully. It wasn't that bad, but painkillers were fun, okay. "Do you think you could give me something for it?"

"Hmmm, I can get you an ice pack," Ellie suggested, not sure if she wanted to give her a painkiller. "That should help ease the pain."

"Look," Santana said, dropping the act for the moment. "I've got to fly later, and my prescription for Vicodin ran out this morning. My dad's a doctor -- a real doctor -- which means I have a killer health plan that can cover anything. So get me something good? Because my shoulder kills, and I'm a nervous flyer."

Ellie raised an eyebrow. "I can't just give you a prescription for Vicodin because you're a nervous flyer. Those little bottles of alcohol might work for that, though."

Maybe that wasn't the best medical advice ever, but she was certain giving out random drug prescriptions was even less ethical.

"No one'll miss it. I'm only visiting for the weekend, and I'll just have my guy get you back for the favor," Santana offered, shrugging. "He goes to school here. I'm sure he could cover it or do your homework or whatever."

Like anyone ever wanted Puck doing their homework for them.

"I'm capable of doing my own homework," Ellie said. "So you're visiting a boyfriend? Why don't you just get him to rub your shoulder?"

She resisted the strong urge to roll her eyes. "Who is he? Maybe I know him."

"Puck?" she replied, now focusing a little more sharply on Ellie, in case she did know him. "Short for Puckerman? Mohawk, kind of stupid, hot?"

"You're Puck's girlfriend?" That would be Ellie's eyes narrowing at the girl. She knew Puck wasn't exactly relationship material or anything, but she couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of jealousy.

This girl was just so...pretty and cheerleader-y and...ugh.

"He never mentioned having a girl back home?" she asked, tilting her head. "Aww. Sad for you, huh?"

So she wasn't actually Puck's girlfriend, still. Big deal.

"Even if I had any idea who you were talking about, I would not tell her," he promised, looking around anyway just to see if he could tell which one by sight.

"I know when to keep quiet, come on." ... No, he really didn't.

Of course, Ellie did not know that.

"No, he didn't." Yes, there was a bit of an edge in her voice. "And not that sad. I mean, it's not like I'm dating him or anything. But I wouldn't have made out with him if I knew he had a girlfriend."

Her words were very deliberate, and maybe she felt a little bad about that. Not that she'd admit it.

"He forgets sometimes," Santana said, now dropping the whole bored act and staring Ellie down. "But I'm making it a point this weekend to talk to all the girls he's been slutting it up with and put a cap on it. 'Cause he's mine. And I'm not afraid to hop a plane from Lima to kick some pretty little girl's ass to remind people."

"Right," Ellie smirked. "Now, I must try one of these danishes."

She smiled. "Thanks, Chuck."

That wasn't just for breakfast either.

"I'm not afraid of you," Ellie said, shrugging. "Also, I didn't think anyone owned him. Especially if he's making out with people who are not you."

She wasn't usually this catty, but damn did it feel kind of good right now.

"Yeah, well, you've met Puck. Not exactly a braintrust," Santana replied. "And I'd be scared of me. You're even dumber than you look if you're not."

Ellie smiled sweetly at her. "Maybe you should run along now. This is really no place for children. You could get hurt."

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