fandom_clinic | Fandom Clinic; Thursday [09/22].

Libby didn't exactly have time to ask any questions about why Stabby seemed to have gained a small crown, a fancy cloak, and some kind of scepter (that looked oddly similar to a needle), because, apparently, it became very important for her to be learning everything she could about vaccinations all of a sudden. The documents put in front of her by one of the nurses was honestly just a little overwhelming, and a lot for her to handle when she was already fairly distracted by having guests coming this weekend.

Well. At least she wouldn't be bored. There was also a patient staying in one of the exam rooms, and of course they'd be shoving her in there to do a check-in, which wasn't at all nervewracking for her or anything! But she needed more practice with that sort of thing; actual patients were so few and far between...

And then she'd have to figure out how to broach the awkward subject of the fact that she was 95% sure she hadn't been vaccinated for almost anything...

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Where Libby has learned more about vaccinations than she'd ever known in her entire life, and, maybe it was just her, but Stabby seemed to be eying her with particular intent, waving around that needle-scepter in a slightly concerning way...

For the examination of and recovery from what ails you!

For he who is already there to probably....continue being there.

Yes, Arthur was definitely...still here. Still with a tube in his arm that was apparently giving him vitamins. Still a bit under the weather from his multiply-broken leg, neck wound, malnourishnment, and now the ridiculous number of vaccinations they had ~~presumably~~ started giving him.

He was also really, really bored. At least in the prison pit, he'd had escaping to occupy him. Mid-morning one of the nurses had taken pity on him and left him a small box she'd claimed was a radio. Now he was trying to figure out how to use a miniature radio with buttons and no knobs, as well as which parts were static and which were supposed to be music.

"I can't tell if that screeching is supposed to be there or not."

At one point, Libby finally managed to muster up the courage and pull herself away from the volumes upon volumes about vaccinations she'd been skimming through to actually go do a check-up on the patient in Exam Room 1. She knew anything big the nurses proper would take care of, but it was still a little daunting, she didn't want to mess anything up, but she knew she shouldn't put it off, either. So she knocked lightly on the door, not too loudly in case he was asleep, and then slowly opened the door so he'd have plenty of warning before she came in in case he was awake.

"Hello?" she asked, and then doublechecked the file on the clipboard in her hand. "Arthur?"

"Yes?"

"It's a girl, or maybe a young woman," John informed him. "She's carrying a clipboard and looking at it. She's dressed modestly, but not in a nurse's uniform. She looks nervous."

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, well," said Libby, "I guess I should be asking if I can help you with anything. My name is Liberty Hazlett, I'm...well, I'm a nurse-in-training here at the clinic, and I just wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing. Check in on your progress. How are you feeling?"

"I feel..." Like shit, but he wasn't going to say that to a young lady. "...poorly, but thank you for asking." In the back of his mind, John grumbled about the radio and pressed another button to return it to static. "I don't suppose you have any books, or a newspaper?" He wasn't sure he was ready to try tackling one of those phone things just yet.

"I could definitely go get you some," Libby offered, with a nod, and a sympathetic smile. "I can only imagine you must be getting a little restless, with little to do by lie in bed. Anything in particular? We've got plenty of magazines in the waiting room, but all the books around here are mostly medically related. ....and a few books about crabs."

She'd never really been sure if those were Stabby's, or if the nurses had bought them because of Stabby.

"...what sorts of magazines?"

He lived in Massachusetts. The only thing he cared to know about crabs was that they were delicious.

"Oh, just some Time and National Geographic and Highlights for the kids," said Libby, moving into the room a little more so that she could actually do what she'd really come in her for, which was to check how everything was going. "Not that there's too many of those running around this place.

"Is it alright," she then asked, "if I checked a few things, Mr. Arthur? Your temperature, your blood pressure, respiration, all the usual vitals, see how you're coming along?"

"Time and National Geographic would be good, thank you." At least he'd heard of them. "And sure. I suppose." It seemed odd of her to ask. "You're supposed to, aren't you?"

Libby gave another small smile at that. "Well, yes," she confirmed, as she moved closer and set aside the clipboard so she could start performing those exact tasks, with a little bit of trepidation, because she didn't get a whole lot of actual real-patient practice with these sorts of things. But they were simple enough that she didn't think she'd mess anything up too badly. "But if you needed a bit more time, we could have taken care of it later...

"How have you been sleeping?" she then asked, almost idly, conversationally, as she went about the process of checking his vitals. "It says on the file you've been here a few days now?"

"Yes," Arthur confirmed. "I'm sleeping as well as ever, really." Which was to say, badly, but there wasn't much else to do, so plenty.

"Do you know when I'll be able to leave here?"

"Not that we have anywhere to go," John pointed out, but Arthur ignored him.

"Oh," said Libby, taking up the clipboard again to make her notes, "I think that's mostly up to Dr. Halstead, but I imagine he'll be in to check on you proper soon enough, and you can ask him then. But everything looks ~~presumably?~~ fine, so I'm sure it won't be too much longer, Mr. Arthur."

Of course, she probably would have said something like that regardless, to be encouraging, especially since she was definitely the lowest on the totem pole here and therefor couldn't really have much say in anything.

"It's Lester, please. Arthur Lester." He supposed if they were in a different world ninety years in the future, nobody was likely to care about suspicion of murder, even if they could find out who he was. "I suppose I'll ask Dr. Halstead, then."

"Oh," said Libby, blinking a moment, and hastily adding that to the chart, as well. "Mr. Lester, of course. I'm sorry."

She made a few more hasty notes. This was, though, about the extent of what she was able to do for now, without any further instruction from Dr. Halstead, so she nodded.

"I'll go grab some of those magazines from the lobby for you now," she said. "But if there's anything else you need or that I can help with, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, Miss Hazlett." Arthur nodded in her direction.

I mean more charismatic than Charles, that's for sure.

I, for one, welcome our new crab overlords.

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