Fandom Clinic, Friday 4/30

The idea of walking back to his apartment, alone, in the dark had been too much. Who knew what was out there? There were times, like now, he missed having easy access to weapons. Maybe, once this was over (if it was ever over, the longer it went on the less certain he was that it was going to be over) he would look into that. He hadn't wanted to leave because he didn't want to take the risk. And something might have happened to someone here or elsewhere. It was better to stay at the clinic, just in case he might be needed or at least helpful.

So Stark had slept at the clinic last night. Not that he'd slept well, or for long. A not entirely familiar setting and the pervasive and oppressive feeling of wrongness wasn't conducive to a restful night.

He'd woken early, considered going out in search of breakfast or at least coffee but decided against it after looking outside. Was the ash even heavier today? It seemed heavier. There was a coffee maker here. They could make do.

He hoped today would remain quiet. He didn't think it would. The emptiness of the clinic was only contributing to the feeling that something worse was going to happen.

Then he heard the radio message. Plants? That couldn't be good. Not that anything about this week was good, so far.

The alien was still in, still tired, and still anxious. But he'd do his best to help if it was needed.

[Very open, should anyone need attention! Work-related SP disclaimer until 3:30 EDT or so.]

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Stark is there! He's tired and still concerned but he's there.

At some point during the morning two portals opened near the ceiling and floor respectively, and an eight-foot glowing blonde tumbled out from one then down into the other.

"-AAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaaAA-"

Stark was naturally a bit jumpy and this week had only heightened that. He leapt up, startled, but the falling woman was gone almost as quickly as she'd appeared.

"That... did happen?" he asked one of the nurses uncertainly. He was tired and this week was unpredictable. Seeing things that weren't there wasn't out of the question. He was relieved to get a wide-eyed bid in response.

Anakin walked in under his own steam but if it looked like he'd spent the last few hours rolling around in a thorny bush, well.

Truth.

"Are you hurt?" Did the bush look worse than you, Anakin? "Just scratched? What happened?"

Had you defeated whatever needed defeating? That was the real question.

"I got slightly eaten by vines," Anakin said. "And dropped from the auditorium ceiling--but I recovered. But we won!"

Somehow. He had been busy with the vines. "I need to get cleaned up from all the scrapes before I go home and Rory flips out."

"Only slightly eaten? Good." Stark nodded, standing to come around the desk. "Did they have teeth? And you fell off the ceiling? Why were you on the ceiling? We can get you cleaned up. "

Rory would be upset with cleaned scrapes too though, Anakin!

"They had thorns," Anakin said. "Really, really sharp thorns. And the vines dragged me to the ceiling, so I used my lightsaber to get down."

And then, gravity.

"Sounds painful," Stark said. "But you're only scratched?"

Not secretly hiding any broken bones or concussions?

Would Anakin do that?

Absolutely, but in this case, no.

"Maybe a slight concussion," he grudgingly admitted.

"Do you need an actual doctor? Or will the nurses or I suffice?"

Stark didn't want to send you home still broken, Anakin. Even if you had dumped a bucket of ice water on him in recent memory.

"You're fine. I'm not all that hurt," Anakin said. "The blood on my face would definitely freak out the kids."

Perhaps some glittery purple bandages would make the scratches less upsetting for the children? There was definitely a box of those.

"We don't want that. I'm sure we can clean you up enough not to be frightening."

That would definitely be a look for graduation!

"I appreciate it, Stark," Anakin said. "Thank you."

Perhaps glittery bandages in the school colors instead? Stark could make that happen. Stark would make that happen. You were going home with sparkles, Anakin. There was no way around it.

"It's why I'm here. To help if I can." And because the idea of being useful had helped with that whole overwhelming feeling of dread thing. That too.

"Thank you," Anakin said. "My talents don't lie in this arena."

"Not sure it counts as a talent. Just things I've picked up over time," Stark said. "Easier to patch up someone else's face than your own, in any case. Stitches are difficult on yourself. I don't think you need any."

You're still getting the sparkly band-aids though, Anakin.

If they weren't sparkly now, Juliet would fix that at home anyway, so this was probably for the best.

"That's good news," Anakin said. "Rory would not love stitches."

Perhaps the box of bandages should be sent home with Anakin. For the children's benefit.

"No one really does. Shall we?"

Stark would even look for something that wouldn't sting, much, for those scrapes.

Travis came in, looking sweaty and a little dingy, the occasional thorn still stuck in his turnouts. But also triumphant.

And with a box of donuts.

"Figured you might be able to use a pick-me-up!"

He was basically Fandom's blood sugar fairy these last couple days, yeah.

Travis got a smile for being apparently uninjured. The donuts were just a bonus.

"I could," Stark said gratefully. "All we had was coffee. No one wanted to go out for anything else."

"Which was wise of them. It got pretty gross out there." Travis set the box down on the counter and nodded to the various nurses and other personnel who might be about, letting them know the donuts were for them, too. "But hopefully stayed quiet in here?"

"It stayed quiet," Stark confirmed, reaching for a donut with sprinkles and chocolate frosting. "I stayed last night, in case it wasn't. And it was easier than leaving. Less quiet at the school, it seems. No one was hurt?"

One slightly scratched Jedi didn't really count as 'hurt'.

"Not that I saw," Travis said. "Not for lack of trying on the vines' part, though. Or this one locker's."

He was hoping the portal locker disappeared with the mud monsters and rage rocks, honestly.

The donut disappeared quickly. Don't mind Stark inhaling his food. He was hungry.

"Good," he said with a small nod. "Always better not to have injuries."

"I wonder if it was the same locker that used to do strange things? I'm not sorry I missed the vines."

Or the mud monsters or the rage rocks, honestly.

Will they stay empty after the fight at the school?

Did I need to wake up every hour last night? No. And yet here we are.

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