fandom_clinic | Fandom Clinic; Thursday [03/16].

Libby was definitely hoping for a much quieter day than she'd had on Thursday, and she was still definitely a little worried that she hadn't seen or heard much of Five since last week, but she, herself, had been pretty quiet and reserved all week, just sort of coming to terms with the fact that, if this was really what she wanted to do with her life, that sort of thing was something she'd, unfortunately, just have to get used to. And it was oddly kind of inspiring, too, seeing the two firemen who'd brought him in know exactly what to do and to handle it with an almost casual coolness, even making jokes, but she supposed, maybe, if you dealt with a lot of situations like that, you almost had to...

Either way, it left her very thoughtful and quiet all week, but the way she took to her work for that day at the clinic with a determination and focus made it pretty clear where she'd landed on the whole 'is this really for me?' question.

Even if it was a little hard to focus during the brief kerfuffle that occurred when one of the nurses came in with a very controversial take-out order for everyone.

"No, no, no," the other nurse sighed with exasperation. "I was explaining to you about the crab and raccoon! Not telling you to bring in crab rangoon!'"

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Hey, the firemen totally needed to make jokes because it was a perfectly valid method of dealing with things.

Or bottling it up! That was Eddie's thing, though. Don't take Eddie's thing.

But there he was, being a real Bobby about things and checking in on the poor kid who had things dumped on her. "Hi."

Having things dumped on her was just part of the job! Libby just hadn't had to be confronted with that aspect of it quite yet, that's all!

She did stiffen a little in her chair at the desk when Eddie came in, though, but she relaxed a moment later when seeing that he was decidedly without a potential trauma victim in arms or in tow, and with that relief, she was able to nod a little and offer a faint smile. "Hello...." She faltered a moment, as she realized she didn't know what the official title to call a firefighter was; was it officer, like a policeman? Or something else? Well, luckily, there was a good catch-all for moments like this, "sir. Is everything alright?"

"Eddie," he said to help her out. Because it wasn't like he was a captain or anything.

"Everything is quiet this week--" Somewhere Buck was despairing at the q word. "--just checking in on the place."

He meant her.

Libby nodded a little and resolved to remember Mr. Eddie from here on out, then she offered out a faint smile. "So far, so good," she was happy (really happy, actually) to report. "Assuming the skies and beaches remain clear, anyway."

Look? See? She could make jokes, too!

Then, a pause, and a glance toward Stabby's tank.

"There is some crab rangoon we could probably stand to get rid of, though," she added, since, honestly, just getting it out of the clinic seemed like a good solution for everyone.

Eddie followed her gaze at the crab and then back, a little lost for a moment. "Oh. Oh! I didn't think there was actually any real crab in those things."

Libby lifted her eyebrows at Stabby as if to confirm, but he didn't seem to be offering up anything remotely useful on the matter, so she turned back to Eddie with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders.

"I don't think anyone wants to take any chances," she concluded, but then had to ask: "If it's not real crab, though, then what is it?"

"Oh, it's fish byproduct," Eddie said helpfully. "Which I know thanks to people calling 911 in a panic thinking it'll trigger shellfish allergies."

And Buck. Buck was a font of random knowledge.

That....actually was helpful, though, and Libby blinked a moment before going to jot that down to remember in case she ever had to deal with anything like that in an ER one day, or something.

"It seems a little strange, though," she had to admit, "that they'd call it crab if it really isn't. Sounds like it causes more trouble than it's worth."

Eddie shrugged because he did not have an answer for that one. "If I've learned on thing in this job its that you'll never really understand some people's thought processes."

Libby had to smile at that. "Good to know," she said, "that it isn't always just me, then."

Especially since she'd always feel like she was playing catch-up on understanding how most other people worked.

"Oh no," Eddie said quickly. "You'll see a lot of that if you continue on with... this."

He gestured around the clinic to illustrate it.

"Well, then, I'd better get used to it," Libby said, resolutely. "Because I'm definitely planning to continue with this."

No amount of de-armed classmates was going to change that any time soon!

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"Well, good," Eddie said with a grin. "You did good for the mess that last week was."

Libby gave a faint, proud smile at that; the reassurance definitely felt good, especially when there was so much uncertainty around the whole thing for her, but Eddie mentioning it just reminded her of how concerned she still felt about it, too.

"Have you talked to him at all since?" she had to wonder, to see if maybe he'd had more luck in that area. "The boy you brought in? I stopped by the next day to check on him, but he'd already left."

And that was probably a good thing, right?

"No, just stuff on the radio," Eddie said with a look that said the kid kind of scared him a little bit for already taking off from medical care.

Also because he'd definitely been a biter in transport.

Because Five was a feral cat. Always.

Libby nodded a little at that; she didn't really listen to the radio very much, not even to support Graham's clear talent for it, because it felt a little gossipy, which in turn felt kind of sinful, so she figured it was best avoided.

"I've been a little worried," she found herself admitting, "but I guess if there's been things on radio, he must be doing alright."

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