fandom_clinic | FTEC, Friday, June 29

Xena, true to her word, really had let Gabrielle take the next bad guy -- one of the astoundingly many who tended to frequent the rural roads they tended to travel -- they came across, and three of the seven little ones she'd also promised before Gabrielle's scheduled portal back to Fandom.

She got to the island with enough time to spare for a shower before her shift at the clinic; upon arriving she immediately had to fend off questions from the nurses about her shoulder (really, that was her fault for wearing such, um, minimal attire). Well, she'd promised Xena she'd take care of it, so she acquiesced to their demands to patch it up. Of course, in exchange for the convenience -- and relief, she had to be honest -- of modern-day medical treatments, Gabrielle had to explain to them how, exactly, she'd managed to keep it so miraculously uninfected while running around in the ancient world.

Don't ask how that conversation went. But it was, she thought, a fair exchange.

[OOC: Open clinic is open, whee.]