[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Spending Thursday with Nick hadn't been what she'd planned to do, but the fact that she had definitely agreed with her. The air between them was clear -- at least for now. There was always something that came up, something stupid one or the other would do that would muddle things up again. She was learning, however, that was part of a relationship, and keeping one going was work. She was willing to put in the work...if Nick was.

Entering the clinic Friday night, after sending Nick off, she was determined to keep a positive bent on things. She looked in on Mrs. Kent, checking her medication, followed by a brief check on Logan. She then switched on the Christmas tree and settled in with her laptop. There was Christmas shopping to be done, after all.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian took note of the new tree of the clinic lobby. He would've preferred to get something more modern, something in a vibrant red, perhaps, decorated with silver ornaments.

He checked on the patients and settled behind the front desk, flipping on the TV. The children's puppet show that popped up made him twitch for some reason before he changed the channel.

FTEC, Wednesday Night

Wednesday, December 6th, 2006 09:32 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie hadn't been looking forward to her shift. The idea of standing idly by, waiting as Martha Kent died, was a less than appealing one. She didn't know why. Well, she did -- watching someone suffer was low on anyone's list of things to do, perhaps even more so on her own. Aside from her brief time on rotation, she'd never had to deal with the dying; she had always been left with the after affects, and just dealing with that had sometimes required no small amount of professional detatchment.

For family and friends, cancer was almost always a silent, invisible killer, often discovered far too late. Performing autopsies for most of her career, she'd seen the damage it could cause. Having seen that and now watching over Martha Kent made professional detachment something of a fleeting thought.

She plugged in the Christmas tree first thing, allowing the "over 1000" lights to brighten up the lobby. The tree itself took on an etherial glow, sparking a tiny gleam of hope in her heart. There was no hope for Martha Kent in this life. But, Natalie mused, there would be freedom in the next.

That done, she went and checked on Mrs. Kent's medication. It was going to be a long, long shift.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson wouldn't claim to have slept well.

After getting home, he'd sat in the dark of their bedroom, the fire burning in the fireplace and casting the only light across the space while Wilson watched the snow fall. On a whim, he'd picked up one of his notepads and written out a letter to Aziraphale, which had helped...a little. Enough to allow the young doctor to curl up around the angel's pillow and eventually find some solace in sleep.

Walking through the softly falling snow, Wilson had stopped by the Perk for caffiene and something to eat, then headed on down to the clinic. His satchal was slung over his shoulder and he was humming some carols as he pushed through the door and waved to the night nurse.

The nurse came over to him with a group of faxed files and a worried expression on her face. While Wilson started a pot of coffee they discussed the patient in Exam 3, a Mrs. Martha Kent, admitted by Dr. Lambert the night before. Flipping through the file, Wilson's expression shifted and his shoulders slumped slightly.

Pancreatic cancer was a monster.

Sighing softly, he nodded to the nurse, who headed into the back to change shift and then he carried the file to the front desk. It never failed to anger him when cancer came to Fandom. Trolls, vampires, snow monsters, zombies...those monsters he could handle but the one he'd been trained to face down, was the boogeyman in the closet, the darkness that never seemed to want to let him go.

Damn it, Raphale...I wish you were here.
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie arrived on shift, grateful to see that most of the beds had been vacated since she'd left early Monday morning. She checked on the remaining patient(s). After updating their charts, she then went about setting up the artificial Christmas tree she'd lugged in with her. With "over 1000 lights," it was sure to leave an impression.
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie glanced at the television behind her and blinked. The movie had long since stopped playing, and had reverted to the cable stations. Since when did they show cartoons in the middle of the night? She furrowed her brow and looked at her watch, startled by what she saw. How was this possible? Had she been that caught up in her research?

Pushing her chair back, she moved cautiously to the window and peered cautiously through the blinds. The first rays of morning were beginning to peek over the horizon, the sky above quickly brightening to a clear blue. With no cloud cover, no coat, and no trunk to climb into, she was -- at least for now -- stuck in the clinic.

She shook her head. "Might as well get a few things done," she muttered and moved back to her laptop. Maybe she'd head to the lab in a few minutes.

Her eyes darted to the floor where the sunlight began creeping in through the front glass doors.

Picking up her laptop and lab notebooks, she edged backward. "Right after I move."

She took up residence in one of the non-descript cubicles off to the side...and made sure all the blinds were closed.

[I'll be bouncing back and forth today. If the response is too slow, feel free to use the NPC nurse.]

FTEC, Thursday, June 8

Thursday, June 8th, 2006 09:11 am
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian opened up the clinic and settled back to read porn. He heard a faint "mew" as something tugged at his pants leg. Looking down, he saw a wee but adorable kitten staring up at him. It mewed again, and he reached down to pick it up. "Where'd you come from?" he said, scritching the kitten's head. It purred happily.

Then he heard another "mew" and saw another kitten wandering into the clinic. A cat must've had her litter nearby, Christian deduced. A very large litter he decided when kittens number three, four, five, and six popped up.

By the time the number of kittens hit double digits, Christian knew something weird was going on.
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Trevor was back with his clinical anatomy journals. He could always hide them if anyone came in needing help.

FTEC, Friday morning

Friday, June 2nd, 2006 07:52 am
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna opened up the clinic and settled down with a very large cup of coffee. Then she noticed there were patients in the rooms and checked up on them.

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