fandom_clinic | 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!

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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.

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