Fandom Clinic- Saturday

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie, recently back from the dead after a trying coffee just once, was back at work at the clinic. She'd missed so much while she was gone, and things had only gotten harder for her since she'd been back. In order to catch up at medical school, she was always tired and pushing herself too far, and sometimes the lure of coffee was too much to stand. But no! No. She would be strong.

And though she hadn't told anyone yet, she'd had to resume her shameful job of stripping in order to pay her way through school. It wasn't even going well. Did you have any idea how hard it was to twirl yourself around a pole when tired from studying after a long absence from taking your clothes off for money?

Today was an ordinary day so far, though, working at the clinic to solve all your comas, mysterious pregnancies and horrible diseases.


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[abitlowkey]

"Nurse Annie." Oh look, it was the dashing and young Dr. Loki. Who had gone through medical school when he was still going through puberty.

But it wasn't a rip off of Doogie Howser. No. Not at all.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Dr. Loki," Annie said, trying not to look too interested in his dashingness. He would never love her if he knew her secret! No, it could never be. "We haven't had a single coma all day."

[abitlowkey]

Loki frowned, looking off into the distance. "Something is wrong, Nurse Annie. Something is very wrong."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"What do you think it could be, Doctor?" she asked, brow furrowing in worry.

[abitlowkey]

"In my time spent with Greenpeace, I saw something like this. In the deep forests of Nevada." It made perfect sense.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"What did you see there, Dr. Loki?" Annie asked, looking in the direction he was in case she saw what he was seeing.

She didn't.

[abitlowkey]

"Horrible things, Nurse Annie. Horrible." Yes, emphasizing the horrible without actually describing them. In case they needed to make them different in a future storyline. "We'll need to keep clean towels and hot water on until this coma-less streak has ended."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Nurse! Doctor! There's an emergency!" Bruce said, barging into the clinic. "I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING!"

Including where the clinic was. Fortunately, the fifth time was the charm and he wouldn't have to disrupt a sixth business.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no," Annie said, looking sad and dramatic as the music swelled. "I'm afraid you have... amnesia."

They got a lot of that here. Instant diagnosis, seriously.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Not... AMNESIA," Bruce repeated, dramatically as a single tear fell. "Is there a cure?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"None known," she told him sadly. "But there will be. And you might regain your memories the more you're in familiar places. And you might fall and hit your head."

Because that worked.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"So if I fall and hit my head in a familiar place, I'll remember everything?" Bruce checked. "Nurse! Or Doctor! Whichever you are, I don't remember the difference, do you know where I can go that might be familiar to me?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course she did. But no! She couldn't tell him.

"Try walking around town," she said vaguely. "See what speaks to you."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"People do," Bruce said. "People like you! Please tell me!"

[ihavediabetes.livejournal.com]

For a long time after Stacey got the diagnosis, she just stared.

Or maybe they'd just come back from commercial.

"What? No. This can't be happening."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I'm very sorry," Annie said, eyes filling with tears while keeping her chin up in resolve. "But you've contracted a rare tropical disease. You're dying."

[ihavediabetes.livejournal.com]

"No!" Stacey cried, glycerin running down her face. "No, no, no! I can't die! I'm so young, and I don't even know who my real father is!"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I'm so sorry," Annie said. "I'll give you a moment alone."

And then she left the exam room, where she could mope even harder than she was over Loki. Oh, Loki.

[ihavediabetes.livejournal.com]

Burying her face in her hands, Stacey had loud, dramatic cries for a moment, before raising her head and moving on to the next stage of grief.

Which was dramatically trashing a clinic exam room and crying more, because someone wanted a god damn Emmy.

[ultron_junior]

Victor Mancha, spectacularly handsome and absurdly charming pop star, had a serious problem.

He came into the clinic bearing a note. IS THERE A DOCTOR HERE? it read. I LOST MY VOICE AND THE BIG CONCERT IS TOMORROW.

He wrote in block capitals, the easier to read on a TV screen.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Mr. Mancha," Annie said, with just a little bit of a giggle at his spectacular handsomeness and absurd charm.

And then she looked at the note.

"Oh, no," she gasped. "I'm afraid... I'm afraid your voice has amnesia!"

[ultron_junior]

Victor shook his head in dismay, let out a silent no, and ran a hand along the length of his throat before turning to his notepad again.

IS THERE ANY CURE? I'D BE VERY, VERY GRATEFUL, he scribbled.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"How grateful is that?"

Yes, her heart belonged to Loki, but that didn't mean she wouldn't ask. She stripped for money, her morals were fairly flexible.

[ultron_junior]

Vic smirked at her.

WANT TO BE IN MY NEXT VIDEO? he wrote, raising his eyebrows. I BET YOU LOOK AWESOME IN BOOTY SHORTS.

He was a pop star and a true romantic.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Well, I do," she said with another giggle. Being a stripper and all, she could even wear less than that.

Oh, how she hoped this paid.

"What you have to do is remind your voice what it's missing. By trying to talk, or talking to people that you really care about." Like her.

Or maybe he could hit himself in the throat a few times, just like hitting yourself on the head cured amnesia.