FTEC, Sunday Morning Shift

Doogie had listened to the radio last night, and was less than pleased about the advice Barney had apparently given his daughter. He certainly wasn't afraid of a small knife-wielding child now, but that didn't mean he wasn't keeping a eye on the door during his shift.

FTEC, Sunday Morning, July 15

Doogie headed to the clinic as early as he could manage for his shift, hoping that there weren't a lot of people who had gotten hurt in all the insanity from the day before.

[plz to be waiting for the OCD! OCD is up! *passes out*]