Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

When Martha had gotten the message from Ino that she wouldn't be around for her shift today, Martha hadn't minded at all, because it meant she could rearrange the desk without throwing anyone else off. The main desk now had three baskets of condoms for the taking (ribbed for her pleasure, glow in the dark, and fruit flavored), as well as safe sex pamphlets, and some informational pamphlets on safely trying new positions which Martha chose not to look at for too long since they only brought on dirty thoughts about certain lanky time travelers.

She was sitting behind the desk in case anyone needed help, not because she wanted to see who took things. Honestly.

[Open and OCD free!]

Martha didn't mind when things were quiet at the clinic, because it meant she had plenty of time to do all the things that ensured the clinic would be ready the next time something bad did happen. It also meant she had time to come up with her own list of what could be the next thing to invade. Sure, it was likely she'd be wrong, but that didn't mean she couldn't guess.

[OCD freeeee!]

Martha was having a pretty quiet day in the clinic, minus the pair of squirrels that came in with a third, injured squirrel. Right around the time she managed to get out of them that the squirrel had been watching something particularly entertaining, and had fallen and was looking for medical care, Martha knew that even on the quietest days, this place couldn't be completely normal.

[Open and OCD free!]

With all of the patients gone from the clinic, Martha was a lot more relaxed, which meant the nurses got to relax too. Martha was working on finishing up everyone's files and making a list of what supplies needed to be replaced, and the nurses got to gossip about who in town they hoped would get bitten by a gremlin and turned into a nudist.

[OCD-free today!]

Martha had been very grateful for the quiet of the clinic yesterday. They hadn't had many zombies come to try to get in - the nurses had been quite fierce, and Martha could only imagine that word had spread - and the lack of patients had made Martha start to wonder if they'd get through this whole thing with everyone being all right. It was amazing that she still had some optimism left in her, but there it was.

[OCD is up!]

Once she'd made sure that the exam rooms were clean and the inventory was still as stocked as it should have been, Martha let herself get settled in behind the desk, and started flipping through the news stations, trying to find one that she could stand to watch for more than a few minutes at a time.

[The clinic is a zombie-free zone, so you're safe in here! Mind the OCD, por favor.]

Martha had imagined that it would be a quiet day, unless the people who'd gotten drunk the night before were still green, but the nurses were still talking about the weetiny kids who'd been in the clinic over the weekend, and they wanted to tell Martha all about it. Honestly, she didn't mind that much at all.

[Open and OCD free!]

After catching up on the inventory and making sure the nurses were behaving themselves, Martha found herself with plenty of time to sit at the main desk and enjoy a good book.

Okay, it was a trashy romance novel. But it was good trash!

[OCD-free and open!]

For all that Martha considered herself to be a sensible person, there were times when she let her emotions take over. This would be why she was sitting at the main desk of the clinic cutting out paper hearts and taping them up throughout the waiting room. A little Valentine's Day decorating wouldn't kill anyone - at least, she hoped.

[OCD-free! She's here all day and night.]

With no patients coming in, Martha was taking the time to do some extremely important work - namely, sending out e-mails to everyone in her family to check up on them and see how they were doing.

What? It was very important to her.

[OCD-free because it's a lazy snow day.]

Martha was at the main desk of the clinic, flipping through a magazine while waiting for those who needed to come by today. She was debating whether she wanted to get some new things for her apartment, or if that would mean she was getting too settled here.

Martha was a little sad to be back in Fandom after spending the last week with her family, but she supposed she couldn't complain too much. She'd gotten to see everyone for Christmas, and for the first time in years, it had been a nice, peaceful day. She couldn't help but hope that that meant the Doctor had gotten a day off as well.

[Eh, it's a holiday, let's go OCD-free today. :)]

It was nice and quiet in the clinic, but Martha didn't mind that at all. It gave her the time to do some housekeeping, and work on her lists of potential Christmas presents to give to her family. The idea of not going home hadn't even crossed her mind, and she couldn't help but get ridiculously excited every time she thought about home.

One nice thing about having to pay attention to things like Thanksgiving for once was that after this week, Martha could get into the Christmas spirit without being on the receiving end of strange looks. The idea that with fewer people in town things might stay quiet was a nice bonus.

Things had been quiet enough recently that Martha felt comfortable doing some pleasure reading at the clinic today, instead of dealing with paperwork. She was, of course, hoping that this wasn't the calm before another storm.

Martha was in the clinic again today since there's no unexpected going out like yesterday, and was taking the time to look through the inventory, trying to figure out if there was anything she could get cheaper somewhere else, or if there was anything on which she should be spending more of the clinic's budget instead.

After hearing that there were going to be far more people in town this weekend than usual, Martha was ordering some last-minute supplies, to make sure there would be enough to cover everyone, if necessary.

Martha was sad to see so many sick and dying patients at the clinic, but not as sad as she was knowing that her true love was out there searching for his true love, and it wasn't her. Stupid Rose, keeping the Doctor away from her. If only she had the chance to show him what a real woman could be like, she knew she could change his mind. She just had to find the way to do it, and it was all she could think about as she checked on the clinic's patients.

Martha didn't have much to send back to UNIT this week, with things being so quiet, so she actually had the news on today while she did her inventory check and made sure everything in the exam rooms was where it needed to be.

Martha still felt like she didn't have a full handle on the clinic's inventory, but she was starting to understand it a lot more, especially since the nurses weren't being nearly as distracting as usual.

Yes, Martha was still in the clinic, nursing a cup of coffee and keeping an eye on those who had spent the night. She didn't want to hope that no one else would be hurt today, afraid that she would jinx the whole island into harm's way. She did, however, hope that the supplies held out. Now she understood why her predecessors had kept the place overstocked with bandages.

In a few weeks, Martha might be content to leave the supposedly slow Sunday shifts to the nurses, but for now, she wanted to take the chance to acclimate herself to the clinic and to what they had on hand. The inventory was nothing like she'd expected, and while she supposed the supplies were meant to fit the needs of the school and the town, she didn't know how, and that meant she had virtually no place to start to decide what might be right and what might be wrong.

The Doctor had called this place a gigantic headache, and she was starting to see why. She had to admit though, it was well worth the headache to be where he was.