Fandom Clinic, Monday 3/17

[stykera]

The nurses and Stabby were all wearing green today. Stabby's green was a ridiculous tiny hat but it still counted.

"He's gonna pinch you," a nurse warned Stark. "Don't get close."

"I have a green shirt!" Stark protested.

"You've met the crab. Do you really think wearing green will prevent pinching?"

Stark gave the tank a wide berth, hoped Stabby wouldn't leave said tank, and settled in at the desk.

The clinic was open. The crab was pinchy. The alien was in.

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Re: Front Desk

[stykera]

The clinic was often suspiciously quiet. Not today, it seemed.

Stark jumped up, startled, and blinked several times at the newcomer. You just didn't see machetes all that often. Then he moved quickly towards her.

"I...that might be best. I've never sewn toes I wouldn't know how. But you shouldn't be walking on that foot! Can I help you? Or get a chair. Or we can just get you onto a bed in one of the exam rooms? But off that foot!"

Re: Front Desk

[deathtofrendo]

Quinn couldn’t help but lean away from Stark, her eyes wide.

“Bed’s good,” she said. “I can —“ She should probably actually stop trying to insist on walking on that foot. The shock was bound to wear off soon, after all.

You know, unless she was dead.

“What’s with the mask?”

It wasn’t a clown mask, which was for sure a point in Stark’s favor. And the primary reason she didn’t have the machete aimed at him.

The fact that she was too tired to raise her arm was . . . also a factor, yes.

Re: Front Desk

[sharp_man]

"Which room should we take?" Hannibal asked. He held out a hand to steady Quinn if she moved too quickly.

Re: Front Desk

[stykera]

"Sorry, sorry." Stark took a step back from Quinn, hands raised. "I...leak energy. The mask keeps me contained. Sorry. I'm Stark. I work here. I just want to help."

"And...all the rooms are free. 1 is closest."

Re: Front Desk

[deathtofrendo]

Quinn nodded. “I’m leaking energy too.” She glanced back at the bloody track she’d left from the door. “And probably other stuff.”

Re: Front Desk

[sharp_man]

"Blood, primarily," Hannibal noted helpfully. "Room one it is." He rattled off a list of what he'd need to Stark. "And do you know your blood type?" he asked Quinn.

Re: Front Desk

[stykera]

"My leak is less messy," Stark said with half-smile. "I'll make sure you have what you need."

Mostly because one of the nurses had already started prepping because they were all very very good at their jobs.

"This way," he said, gesturing towards the exam room for Quinn's benefit. "Not far. You'll be taken good care of here."

Re: Front Desk

[deathtofrendo]

“If you say so.”

Quinn stumbled away in the general direction of the exam room.

“If it’s more than duct tape I’ll be impressed.”

Re: Front Desk

[sharp_man]

"Duct tape is only for field dressings," Hannibal said, deadpan. "In a clinic, we're classier."