Fandom Clinic, Friday

[deaddadsclub]

Cristina was in a noticeably better mood at the clinic today, since her trip to Dite's earlier in the week.

"Where the hell are all the pressure bandages? Who taught you people how to arrange a supply room?! You people would be completely lost without me."

What? She was still Cristina.

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[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando was slowly making his way around the island and checking out all the shops. As well as the occasional house that looked like a shop with an unlatched front door. Oops. At least the inhabitants had been nice.

The first-aid kit at the store seemed a bit more mundane than he thought might be needed for the type of accidents to occur here. He went to the clinic in search of knowledge.

"Hello," he asked at the front desk, "Might you have a pamphlet or guide for what items should be carried in a proper first-aid kit? I have basic supplies but it seems perhaps there are encounters here that are beyond their use?"

[deaddadsclub]

"If you want magic, you'll have to go to one of the -- healers -- in town." Cristina looked like even saying the word hurt. "But yeah, we can help with actual science."

[hernando_fuentes]

"I did not even know there were such people," Hernando said in a tone of amazement, "That is so interesting. I was hoping for perhaps something for animal bites, unless you have an anti-venom kit for the gremlins like there are for snakes?"

[deaddadsclub]

"The bites themselves we can treat," Cristina said. "Though for a first aid kit you'll want something to tide them over just long enough for them to get here and get antibiotics, stitches, and probably a rabies vaccine. The venom -- near as I can tell, folks just have to let that take its course. Like any psychotropic."

She'd observed two people so far in the throes of the gremlin venom. They mostly just needed protection from embarrassing themselves.

[hernando_fuentes]

"Are there any other strange creature issues I should prepare for?" Hernando asked thoughtfully.

[deaddadsclub]

"No idea," Cristina said. "I haven't been here that long, and I don't make a habit of going into the woods."

She hadn't even before the plane crash, but Idaho definitely hadn't helped anything.

"Unless you count the squirrels. But from them you're only worrying about drunk-and-disorderlies and voyeurism."

[hernando_fuentes]

"I have not heard of the squirrels biting anyone, it is true," Hernando mused, "The quokka have not either but it is always a worry, people like to pet them so."

[deaddadsclub]

Cristina didn't know what a quokka was, but she also didn't care.

"This is exactly why I don't pet anyone but Mrs. Rodriguez."