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Fandom Clinic; Thursday [02/10].

Libby's study work that day seemed to involve reviewing a lot of unusual and bizarre emergency room cases, she assumed to give her a better idea of just how wide the breadth of possibilities truly was and how to think outside of the box, but she got the feeling that most of the stranger cases simply involved someone going and putting something somewhere that it definitely didn't belong, and reviewing these cases and having to come up with how she could have handled it if she were put in those scenarios was definitely doing a lot help her practice not being too squeamish! And among all the ones that made her wince and cringe just thinking about them, there were a few oddly fascinating ones, and she couldn't help thinking of the fact that some of these were probably nothing compared to some of the odd and strange things the nurses here at the Fandom Clinic had to deal with, and, so honestly? She hurried through her worksheets so that she could just ask them some of their stories, because that felt far more helpful and engaging than just reading about them.

To think, at one point in her life, she thought Littles sticking Legos up their noses would be the worst of it, too!

The Clinic is open!

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Come share your gross stories about things going where they shouldn't with Libby!

Or just talk to her about normal stuff, too, that's totally acceptable and honestly a little welcome.

"Hey Libby, how's it going?" Kurt asked as he walked up to the front desk, typical lunch offering in hand. "Nothing too fancy today I'm afraid" he said holding it up with a slight grin. "But figured some soup might be nice. Made some sausage and potato soup. Made enough for the nurses to" he said holding up a second bag with a larger container inside.

"Sounds like you've had a busy morning, then!" Libby remarked, looking faintly impressed, although, really, that was kind of the beauty of making soup, wasn't it? It was definitely one of those dishes where it didn't take much to make a lot of, and it was actually a common staple in the Hazlett household as one of those definitely set-it-and-forget-it dinners they depended on so often.

She'd also been a little worried, that all these stories of weird emergency room tales might have put her off her appetite in the event that Kurt did drop in, but all it took was one whiff of what he'd brought to assure her that she had nothing to worry about on that front.

"And that sounds amazing, Kurt, thank you! How has your day been?"

"Hope you like it!" he said as he set the bags down, handing the larger one over to one of the nurses as they passed by.

"Things have been good. I wanted to thank you again for letting me use some of your papers a week or so ago. I ~~handwavely~~ got a few letters written and sent back home. Just got a letter back from the Professor this morning!"

"Oh, yeah?" asked Libby, still a little awkward in not being sure if it was okay to just start digging in when Kurt brought her food like this, but she figured, as she had all the other times, it was just safer to wait, especially since that just meant she could put all of her attention on him. "Did he have anything interesting to say?

"I got one back from Mama a little bit ago," she added. "She sent a whole bunch of pictures of baby Hope; she's already getting so big!" Her smile was a little sad there, though, a little bittersweet, since the latest addtion to the Hazlett clan was the first one that Libby wasn't there to help take care of and raise, and she couldn't think about it without feeling a small pang of guilt. "And my friend Zo," she chased the feeling away with a laugh and a roll of her eyes, a shake of her head, "just texted me to ask why I bothered writing letters, but I think she kind of liked it."

Kurt noticed the quick change in Libby's expression but didn't want to pry. So he gave her a nod and a smile instead.

"It's good hearing back from home isn't it?" Here he had to give a laugh and a slight eye roll of his own. "Things seem pretty much the same back at the Academy. Logan and Scott are still bickering as usual. And Kitty...well my version of Kitty has been helping the Professor with some things at the school."

Kurt shook his head as he thought back on the notion of writing letters to Professor Xavier of all people. He then realized the humor in that would be lost on Libby so he continued.

"It's kinda odd, writing letters to the Professor... him being a telepathic Mutant and all" he said with a bit of a shrug.

"Telepathic?" Libby asked, head tilting as her brows lifted a little. "You mean like he can read minds and thoughts? And he's your professor? I bet you couldn't get away with anything there, then, if you did anything even a little wrong, he'd probably know all about it, no matter how well you covered it up, just because you'd be thinking about it!"

There had definitely been times, growing up, when she almost thought her parents were telepathic, the way they could just read her like a book, but then she grew a bit older and realized she could always tell when the Little tried to fib or make up stories, it just kind of went along with growing up, she supposed.

"Yeah... he can read minds. And he can "talk" to us in our minds too... no words spoke. Which is really good when we are training or if we have to fight someone or something... but it is still really odd" Kurt admitted with a sigh. "The Professor is more than just our teacher, he is the leader of the school and also the leader of the X-Men right now. But he's really good about not prying into our thoughts more than what is needed. That's the reason for the letters. I promised him I would keep in touch in exchange for him not poking at me while I'm here in Fandom" he said with a laugh. "And we decided on letters because there's a few ~~handwavey~~ mutants at the school who can actually affect electronics and such so computers are not always a reliable option. And I don't think the Professor even owns a phone" Kurt added with a shrug.

Libby listened, fascinated by all the strange details of Kurt's Academy that seemed even further removed than anything she could have ever expected, and just sort of shook her head at the end, marveling at it all. "I thought going to a normal school like this," oh, Libby, sweetheart, no, "was going to be pretty intense, but it's nothing compared to what all that sounds like. I can't even imagine! Sometimes, me and my siblings joke about how Mama can read our minds, but to be taught by someone who actually can!"

She could only shake her head again.

Good luck explaining why you didn't finish your homework!

"I bet he liked the letter, though," she added. "I know I would, even if I could also read minds. Might be nice to take the break."

"He said he was 'very pleased to hear all is well and to get a note from me' so yeah, I think so" Kurt said with a slight laugh.

"I used to say my folks could read minds too... or at least that they had eyes on the back of their head. They did a good job keeping up with a troublemaker like me so they might as well have had super powers!" Kurt paused for a moment and then gave Libby a small smile. "Guess all parents have some level of super power huh?"

"I guess they'd have to," Libby agreed, with a small smile back, though maybe a little reserved. After all, her days of thinking her parents were flawless and perfect and good people to look up to and help lead her into a good life were far behind her now. "Having to keep up with the likes of us, right?"

Will absolutely had plenty of those stories, Libby.

He also had a hot chocolate as a sort of 'sorry for temporarily abandoning you' offering.

"Quiet day so far?" he asked, like he hadn't just rolled in looking like he'd lost a fight (with a car) recently.

Libby looked up from her work the moment she heard someone come in, sure, but it took her a good moment after he'd spoken to stop just sort of staring and muster up a response.

"Quiet so far!" she remarked, standing up from where she was sitting and wondering if she should get one of the nurses or go help him out herself. "Dr. Halstead! I thought you-- Didn't you-- Are you okay?" She was definitely coming out from around the desk now for a better look. "What happened?"

"Got hit by a car," he explained, for what felt like the dozenth time that day. Will, you showed up all injured, of course people were going to ask. "I'm fine, though. Been checked out already." He was leaving out the part where he'd ignored the fluid in his lungs a bit too long, though.

Libby couldn't help but give Dr. Halstead a dubious look at that. She'd heard lines like that from her very stubborn and very boyish little brothers, not to mention the fact that the head doctor coming in and saying they'd been hit by a car and immediately following it with I'm fine seemed like....some kind of test.

The only thing really saving him, really, was the fact that there were no cars on the island, so, clearly, it hadn't been that recent.

So dubious was brought down to wary, and she considered his wounds with skepticism before asking, "When did it happen? Where did you get it check out? Shoudln't you be resting?"

"The day before yesterday, at the hospital I w- used to work at, and... probably," that last was said with at least a touch of self-awareness. "But I wanted to swing by and say hi."

Libby's expression now turned withering, although now that the initial surprise had worn off a little, it didn't escape her notice that she was standing there about to repremand a full grown man probably not much younger than her own father, but apparently, some boys just never grow out of their 'I'm tough and strong and fine even though I was hit by a car two days ago' phases!

"Well, then," Libby said, "hello, Dr. Halstead. It's very nice to see you again. Now will you please go home and rest, or, barring that, I'm sure you'll find the beds in the exam rooms surprisingly comfy."

To be entirely fair, now, Libby, it was less 'boys' and more 'medical professionals made terrible patients' (Hi there, charge nurse Maggie 'I donated my kidney two weeks ago but here I am running triage at a mass casualty site' Lockwood).

"Bossy," he tsked at her, but it wasn't in a disapproving way. "How about we take over one of the exam rooms and drink these," he held up the hot chocolates, "and you can fill me in on what I've missed ~~however handwavily~~, and then I'll go- home." Forgive him if he stumbled over that last word, he was still getting used to the idea of Fandom being more than temporary.

Where hopefully not too many weird things are going either in or out of you!

Edited 2022-02-10 12:30 (UTC)

Lego-up-nose events are not at all based on real life events where I may or may not have done such a thing as a wee lass, nope, not at all.

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