Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Thanks to her conversation with Steve on Wednesday (aka Sergeant Sexy), Cristina was looking through some of Fandom's records. They were bizarrely sparse, even accounting for HIPAA, and many of them were stained with things that Cristina finally decided she didn't want to know about, and there were at least five different alphabets used. Or five different really atrocious handwriting styles. Even accounting for doctors.

"Okay. Someone please tell me this doesn't actually say the patients were all cured by hugs."

Sure, there was all the research about deep pressure suppressing the nervous system and calming people suffering acute anxiety attacks -- she'd used that method herself a number of times, thanks to Dr. Dixon. But that didn't make them a cure for flu-like symptoms. Or brainwashing.

"Alright, project for the day," Cristina announced when her eyes started to hurt from trying to decipher the notes. "Or . . . for the decade." She waved her hand at the piles of manila folders around her. "We're going to digitize all this. Bring this place into the 21st century and out of --" Were these notes seriously about humors? "-- Medieval Europe. No canasta until we're done."

Sure, it was basically scut, and Cristina was not an administrator, but if she pretended she was the Chief of Surgery, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. . . .

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