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Fandom Clinic | Thursday

Elli hadn't really planned on stopping by the clinic today, since her shift was tomorrow and she had some reading she wanted to get done before she showed up to beset the nurses with all the questions.

But then there had been pigeons. In class. And Wayne had fared badly and she just couldn't let that go untreated.

So the clinic it was.

Luckily, Wayne had the great good sense to not argue with her about it—having admitted that, even if she hadn't been in class to insist, that he'd have headed for the clinic.

"We'll use exam room one," she said, as they entered the clinic. "It should be free."

The clinic wasn't usually too busy, which Elli approved of as a healthy population was a good thing.

[For the modded-with-permission-Wayne first, but open after!]

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Once she's treated Wayne, Elli figures she might as well stick around and study here.

Which are actually needed today!

Elli knocked first, before she looked inside to find that, yes—it was empty.

"Here we are," she said briskly, moving to wash her hands. "Take a seat on the bed."

And even though Elli had looked, Wayne might have just taken an extra look himself for any hidden pigeons. They weren't exactly known for being crafty, but the wildlife around here did tend to lean that way.

Once convinced there would be no surprise pigeons, he lumbered over to the bed, sat down on it heavily, and grunted a consent of sorts.

He was feeling a little lightheaded, actually. He had probably severely miscalculated the idea that powering through a pigeon attack was about the same as powering through a dairy attack.

Because he was a boy and thus contractually obligated to be really, really dumb sometimes.

Elli was maaaybe a bit old-fashioned and a touch sexist in that particular regard.

But boys kept proving her right about it! What was a girl to do?

"Just your hands and face?" she asked, glancing at him speculatively. "Or did they get your arms through your shirt? Any other injuries?"

When it came to injuries, at least, Wayne was probably not going to be doing his sex any favors in that regard.

"I think there was one on my back," he said, his shoulders shifting and squaring as if to feel for any damage, "that might've gotten through the flannel."

This was one of his favorites, too. He might have been upset about it if it weren't for the fact that he had at least three more exactly like it.

"Off with your shirt then," she said briskly, refusing to even consider the ways that could be embarrassing.

This was work, after all, and there was nothing appealing about injuries.

"Do you need help?" she asked, even as she pulled on a pair of gloves and got out her supplies.

Especially not mystically occurring, possibly infected pigeon pecks.

But by the time Elli had asked, Wayne had already methodically unbuttoned one of his buttons to loosen it, followed by unbuttoning the cuffs, and then he pulled it over his head, exposing him to that chilly blast of air that seemed inevitable no matter how warm a clinic room was kept.

There were somehow more pecks on his pecs.

That's how bad he failed at pigeons.

How?!

Though, obviously, the injuries were due to the Danger Shop glitching or something!

Elli silently surveyed the injuries.

"Let's start with your ears," she said, though if he wanted her to start elsewhere, she would.

"...'Kay," said Wayne, with the inflection of someone who had every intention of pretty much just sitting there like a lump while Elli did her thing, while also building up for the fact that he was not entirely confident in his ability to keep sitting there like a lump once the treating started and it was going to sting a bit, wasn't it? But he was the toughest guy in Letterkenny, he couldn't just sit there like a lump and let a few bird scratches sting a bit!

And she deeply appreciated that farm-boy stoicism.

She had antispetic wipes and she was going to use them and... yeah, it was going to sting a bunch.

"Hold still," she said, all business as she got to work on cleaning the ear that looked the worst off.

Ohhh, Wayne could hold still. Wayne could hold as still as a Mennonite barn right after the raising, even during a windstorm.

Except for the tiniest intake of breath, followed by a considerable fluttering of his eyelashes, because he could take a straight pinch right to the nose from a up-country degen twice his own size and still be able to write home about it, but oh fuck, did that sting.

Like a tiny million little bees all up there at once.

So many bees.

She'd be sorry, Wayne, but she was busy cleaning blood out of your ears with careful precision.

"I wonder what we'll have next week," she offered. "Maybe I should bring a first aid kit?"

To the Danger Shop. More inexplicable injuries?

"Couldn't hurt."

Unlike this. But the conversation was going to be a nice distraction, so Elli was getting oints for that.

"I don't see why," said Wayne, who could now latch onto something that almost hurt more than the anticeptic, "we can't just go back to puppies. We shoulda just stuck with puppies."

Wayne just really liked puppies. Cats were okay, but pigeons was going a step too far.

"Like the first week? The puppies were adorable, weren't they?" Elli asked even as she reached for cotton balls and gauze to wrap his, now cleaned, injury up.

Then she'd be moving onto the other ear so they were going to be here a while.

"What's your favourite kind of dog?"

There didn't even seem to be that many pigeons! The amount of wounds that Wayne had sustained were astounding in that respect.

But now he was talking about puppers, so he was almost forgetting there were any injuries at all.

Until Elli got to the disinfecting again, at any rate.

"Ohhh, s'hard to pick jus' one," he said. "But we breed German shepherds back on the farm, and I got a soft spot fer bulls."

With nurses gossiping about pigeon attacks.

tbh I had to go look up the proper OCD for this post lol

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