fandom_clinic | Fandom Clinic; Thursday [01/13].

Libby had had an awfully eventful first day at the clinic last week, but she had to admit, she probably couldn't have asked for a better learning experience because of it! So she was a little bit torn, because, on the one hand, a part of her hoped somehting exciting happened again, just so she could keep learning first hand, but, on the other hand, that would mean someone needed medical attention, and that was kind of a terrible thing to hope for! So she wondered if it would be okay to just sort of hope for something minor to happen, where no one was really hurt, but she still got to take care of something and learn yet another facet of this field.

Of course, now if someone did come in needing help, she'd feel terrible about having wished for it, so now she was mostly just hoping God would see fit to keep everyone safe and sound today, and leave her to learn through her books and online suplimentary materials and some practical exercises with the nurses instead!

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It's not a sin to maybe hope for perhaps maybe a particularly troublesome splinter or another bruised bottom from slipping on all those steps around here, is it?

Well, he wasn’t here as a patient, but Will did eventually stop by for his usual check-in with the staff.

Sans hot chocolate this time, sadly.

“How’s your day going?” he asked.

"Hello, Dr. Halstead," Libby looked up from the computer with a smile when she heard someone come it, and she was glad to see it was him, but maybe just a touch disappointed it wasn't anything more exciting. No offense meant, of course.

"It's going very well," she then dutifully reported, "thank you. Not nearly as busy as last week, but that's probably a good thing. I've been reading up on common winter medical complaints in the meantime."

“And all these stairs make winter particularly dangerous around here,” Will told her. “So it’s good to be prepared.”

"I'm likely to be an expert at treating all those twisted ankles by the time winter's through," Libby noted, although she really did have a pretty long way to go on that, too. "It really is something, though, how this town is built, like stepping back through time!"

She went to school in a castle now, Will, and she had not spent nearly enough time marveling at that.

“I’m a little bit jealous of that castle,” Will admitted. “My high school was nowhere near as impressive looking.”

"My last school was just the back room of our house," Libby offered a little wryly, "so I think it would be safe to say a castle's kind of an upgrade. One of my teachers is apparently even a prince!"

He was also giant and looked like a shark, which she was...still working on processing, if she was completely honest, but...baby steps!

“A prince, huh?” Will mused. He’d seen Sidon around, of course (let’s be real, it was hard not to notice the guy if you happened to be in the general vicinity), but hadn’t actually had the chance to properly meet.

… Much like Libby, he was still processing the ‘giant shark-looking’ part.

“Didn’t have any of those either. Well, maybe the self-styled sort who thought themselves as good as, but I don’t think that counts. So- you were homeschooled before, then?”

The giant shark-looking part was a lot to process! Much more difficult that blue people who could teleport!

Somehow.

And Libby nodded with her answer to the question, biting her lip a little nervously, because she was used to getting odd responses to that information, and she hoped it didn't end up making Dr. Halstead think she wasn't going to be as smart as other kids because of it.

"That's right," she said. "My family..." She paused, remembering how Vi had reacted to some of this information and reconsidered how to explain a little; it was one thing to have your roommate hate you. It was something else to have a mentor directly involved in reshaping your future to feel that way. "My parents believed that an education should both start and end in the home, and never put much stock in public schools."

Or the medical profession, either, but she was definitely not saying that part outloud.

Will gave a derisive snort at that. But not for the reason Libby was worrying about.

“Sounds a lot like my dad, to be honest. Pretty sure the only reason my brother and I went to public school is he figured it was free babysitting.”

The snort did cause Libby to square her shoulders a little, already preparing herself to be defensive or to just brush it off, but what Dr. Halstead said after it made her blink a little in surprise.

Her head tilted curiouly at him and she gave a faint, unsure smile. "See, now," she said, "that's where I came in.

"Also," she added, because she instantly felt bad for how uncharitable that sounded, "we're very traditional. The only work outside the home my mama did was the accounting for Daddy's business. Between myself, her, and my brother Justice, there was never any shortage of hands and eyes on the Littles."

“And your father let you come here?” Will couldn’t help but ask, more than a little incredulous. There was… very little that was traditional about Fandom High.

"Well..." Libby's eyes dropped away and she shifted a little where she sat, hesitating for a moment, even considering lying...well, not lying, but maybe bending the truth a little, but she just couldn't, "...no. He..."

She did look back at Dr. Halstead, even if she did shrink back a little, that deep wound of disobedience still a little too deep and fresh to not be painful.

"It's all very complicated, Dr. Halstead," she tried. "But our neighbor, Mr. Forrester...he's...he's a nurse, actually, and he's the one who found this program here at the clinic here, and Mama...and Grandma Jean...they thought it would be a good idea."

Suddenly, she was siezed with an uncertain dread. What if Dr. Halstead agreed with her father, that this was no place for a girl like her? Or that it didn't matter, that there was but one authority that could be above that of a father, and that was of God Himself, who spoke through the father? Could he kick her out? Send her home? She hadn't even made it two weeks...

And all she could do was look at him, waiting, hoping, praying...

Will wasn't a mind-reader, he didn't know what was going through Libby's head right now, but the way she'd shrunk back, made herself smaller, combined with the way she answered and then how she was just looking at him in that entreating manner...

"Hey," he said, his voice going softer. "Trust me, I understand complicated. Especially when it comes to fathers. But it doesn't really matter to me what he thinks, as long as where this is where you want to be." And all the evidence so far pointed to her very much wanting to be here.

And in case he needed any more evidence, Libby was just going to come right out and say it.

"Oh," she gushed, her eyes wide as if they couldn't quite contain all the sincerity infused into the statement, "I want this more than I've ever wanted anything else in the world."

Granted, when you were raised to be content with what you were given and to not want anymore more than that, that was a pretty low bar.

"Well then," Will grinned at Libby. "I think we're good. This is a he- heck of an opportunity," oh God, he was going to have to watch his language around her, wasn't he? "and myself and the rest of the staff are here to help you make the most of it."

Which will totally, completely hopefully not need to be used today, but if they just so happened to....

Welcome to my new medical dad joke meme space.

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