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Who: Chuck, Hawkeye, whomever else is in the clinic?
What: injury!
When: Monday afternoon
Where: the clinic
Rating: PG-13? Cursing will be imminent...
Chuck's computer-repair business was running rather well, at least in his mind. It was nice- it was quiet, he could work at his own pace, no running for his life...
It was the no running for his life part that he particularly enjoyed.
He didn't really miss the injuries, either, which was why this morning had been so very unpleasant- he'd been installing some expansion slots and upgrading a PC tower when he'd sliced the hell out of his left hand. He'd wrapped it in a towel, but a few hours later, it was showing no signs of closing up, and he was starting to feel a little woozy.
Quickly looking up the address, Chuck made his way to the Aternaville Clinic, hoping he could get this patched up without too much trouble.
"Hello?" He called, walking into the surprisingly empty clinic. "Anybody here that can fix a bleeding hand?"
What: injury!
When: Monday afternoon
Where: the clinic
Rating: PG-13? Cursing will be imminent...
Chuck's computer-repair business was running rather well, at least in his mind. It was nice- it was quiet, he could work at his own pace, no running for his life...
It was the no running for his life part that he particularly enjoyed.
He didn't really miss the injuries, either, which was why this morning had been so very unpleasant- he'd been installing some expansion slots and upgrading a PC tower when he'd sliced the hell out of his left hand. He'd wrapped it in a towel, but a few hours later, it was showing no signs of closing up, and he was starting to feel a little woozy.
Quickly looking up the address, Chuck made his way to the Aternaville Clinic, hoping he could get this patched up without too much trouble.
"Hello?" He called, walking into the surprisingly empty clinic. "Anybody here that can fix a bleeding hand?"