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Fandom Clinic | Thursday

The lights were terrifying, especially when combined with everything else and while the mistletoe was just awful, really, with what they were saying, it could at least be ignored.

But, oh! How could anyone or anything say things like that?!

Elli was ever so glad that most of it didn't seem to impact the clinic, even though they were busier yet again than yesterday.

She thanked Wayne hurriedly for getting her to the clinic (and she was ever so grateful!) and got straight to work.

The Clinic is Open.

[And, naturally, Wayne modded with permission!]

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She might be a busy, busy bee, but she's still keeping an eye on the front desk!

At some point earlier in the day, Wayne had returned, not with lunch for Elli (although that would surely be coming around eventualleh), but with an incredibly scraped-up, battered, and dare we say ~~shamelessly modded~~ brutalized Troy in his arms.

So Wayne had definitely decided his goal today was pulling hapless idiots out of mean, pointy wreaths. But since he'd pretty much started with who he figured was the most hapless out of all the idiots...

"Way ya go, Elli," he said, wondering just where he could put the Troy at this point. "Got a live one."

"I regret ever wanting to celebrate Christmas!" Troy declared in what was hardly the most manly of sobs ever, but considering he was being carried into the clinic like a desperate heroine after being pulled out from a holly wreath where he'd been stuck thanks to being attacked by Christmas lights (which felt like such a betrayal after he'd worn them so well as a Christmas Troy!), manliness (and quite possibly Jehovah) had clearly abandoned him a while ago...

"Goddess!" Elli said, hopping straight to her feet. "Wayne, you're a hero--quick, this way."

And it wasn't very long at all after Wayne had left Troy that he'd actually returned to the clinic. No brutalized victim in his arms, this time, just the crestfallen weight of some other tragedy weighing heavily on his broad shoulders.

"Welp," he announced somberly, "the lights got the snowmobile."

This tom fuckery had officially gone too far.

Her hands flew to her mouth.

"That's terrible!" she said, leaving aside her own concerns about getting back to the dorms for a more important question. "Are you hurt?"

Wayne might have taken a few tumbles and trips and lashes from the struggle to actually get the lights pulled off of the snowmobile before they managed to do too much irreprable damage, sure, but it weren't nothing to make a fuss over. S'not like he was Troy...

"Never better!" he assured her, despite a wince in his blink that might suggest otherwise. "Nothin' a few banages couldn't fix right up. Now the snowmobile, on the other hand..."

The shoulders that had gained their squareness in his proclamation of personal health only faltered further when considering the health of the vehicle.

"Might still be salvagable," he said, "if she weren't left behind. As of now, might be a bit too crazy out there. We'll be lucky if she's more'n scraps by the time we can get to her again..."

While the loss of the snowmobile was devastating, Elli was a nurse.

Okay, a nurse-in-training.

"Come on," she said. "I'll take care of those things that need bandages first."

Oh! But there was so much to do and while it was wonderful to help so many people it was also awful to know that, until this was over, there would be just more and more who needed help.

[As is clinic standard, anything in the exam rooms is NFB.]

Luckily, she'd just gotten done cleaning and restocking the first exam room so she knew it was open.

"Here," Elli said, holding the door wide for Wayne. "If you'd just put him on the bed, I'll take it from here."

Elli spoke briskly, none of the soft, fluttery girl in her voice.

When Wayne did set Troy down, there might have been a little surprised yelp of pain because that definitely confirmed Troy's suspicion that rock candy icicle had defiitely got him in the butt. And even though he whimpered a little at the pain and adjusted to lessen it accordingly, he couldn't help looking at Elli with big, wide eyes as Wayne drew away after setting him down, mouthing oh my god to her while his hands went through an elaborate series of gestures that seemed to be indicating that, while he knew Wayne was probably pretty jacked underneath all that plaid, he hadn't realized just how jacked until just now.

That was because Wayne was a solid, good farm-born and raised kind of guy and Elli was entirely not surprised by how strong he was.

She approved of it.

She... ah... didn't approve of the fuss Troy was making (it wasn't manly at all) but he was injured. Once Wayne had left, Elli shut the door.

"Alright," she said, surveying him carefully, noting his injuries even as she pulled on a pair of gloves. "What hurts the most? Tell me what happened?"

Yeah, you'd think a football player would be a little more used to getting roughed up, but with football, it was usually just one hit, maybe a pile-up, and you were good to go. And there was padding. That kind of force he could take, but those lights? Those lights were sneaky, and they tripped you, and got a hold of your ankle, and they did not play fair!

Plus, an icicle got him in his butt, Elli! His butt!

...well, actually, that part wasn't nearly as bad as he might make it out to be, but still! Butt!

How to actually explain all this when he was pretty sure everything hurt the most, especially his pride? That was a little harder.

"I got totally blindsided!" he said, seeming to muster up at least some sort of manliness, as if any could still be salvaged. "I was trying to avoid one of those angels, you know? And then bam! Lights, all up on my ankles, crawling up my leg, and when I tried to get them off, they pulled my legs right out under me! Definitely smashed right into my old football injury, too, and by the time that started hurting, I was being dragged into a wreath which had no right being even half as pointy as it was, Elli."

He pointed, incredulous, at all the scritches and scrapes on his face, before picking at all the tears and rips to his jacket, too.

"My leg is killing me, I might have a hot chocolate burn on my shoulder, and I'm pretty sure there's candy stabbed in my butt. It's...hard to pick a most."

"That does sound terrible," she agreed and, okay, Elli would have been a crying, sorrowful mess if she was in Troy's position.

But Elli was a girl and was allowed. Boys weren't supposed to cry over things like this.

... Elli was a bit sexist, yes.

"I'm going to take a look at your leg, okay?" If it was broken, she'd have to call in the other nurses, but she could handle a sprain.

Though, oh, maybe she should get x-rays done first...

"We'll have to do an x-ray to make sure nothing's broken," she said, deciding.

"Up on the bed and let me look at those scratches," Elli said, shutting the door once he was inside. "Then we can figure out how to rescue your snowmobile."

Elli is almost definitely staying a bit late though, if you want to catch her.

I vote for naps.

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