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fandom_clinic2023-08-14 10:43 am
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Fandom Clinic, Monday 8/14
Stark had been hesitant to go out this morning but he had decided being around people was much better than staying alone somewhere and so he'd gone to his class at the forge this morning and then stopped off for coffee as usual before heading in for his clinic shift.
"You got a delivery," one of the nurses told him, holding out a fat manila envelope. "From that raccoon in the suit? Keith? Carried it in his little briefcase."
Stark set the tray of coffees down and took the envelope warily. "Why are raccoons giving me anything?"
"Hell if I know." The nurse shrugged and took a long sip of coffee. "Got your name on it, not mine."
Stark gave a little sigh and opened the envelope. Inside was a thick stack of papers. "Vaccination records? For...rabies? For every raccoon on the island. How...? Why? Oh." There was folded sheet of paper as well. "He says that he organized a vaccine clinic. For all of them. So there wouldn't be issues later."
Stark was going to have to think about that for a bit. Maybe that raccoon was decent enough at least.
Stabby tapped on the glass of his tank then and motioned to the screen of his little crabby laptop which was showing an image.
"Oh," another nurse piped up, "right, Stabby's working on graphics for our vaccine clinic. We thought all of you that were in there these past couple weeks ought to have tetanus boosters. At least."
The clinic was open, the alien was in, the crab wanted to stab people with needles and made some of the nurses did too.
"You got a delivery," one of the nurses told him, holding out a fat manila envelope. "From that raccoon in the suit? Keith? Carried it in his little briefcase."
Stark set the tray of coffees down and took the envelope warily. "Why are raccoons giving me anything?"
"Hell if I know." The nurse shrugged and took a long sip of coffee. "Got your name on it, not mine."
Stark gave a little sigh and opened the envelope. Inside was a thick stack of papers. "Vaccination records? For...rabies? For every raccoon on the island. How...? Why? Oh." There was folded sheet of paper as well. "He says that he organized a vaccine clinic. For all of them. So there wouldn't be issues later."
Stark was going to have to think about that for a bit. Maybe that raccoon was decent enough at least.
Stabby tapped on the glass of his tank then and motioned to the screen of his little crabby laptop which was showing an image.
"Oh," another nurse piped up, "right, Stabby's working on graphics for our vaccine clinic. We thought all of you that were in there these past couple weeks ought to have tetanus boosters. At least."
The clinic was open, the alien was in, the crab wanted to stab people with needles and made some of the nurses did too.
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