Sometimes, the island was wacky in unfamiliar ways. But sometimes, it reminded Scully of her Worst Trips Ever.

"Ma-MA?"

"Oh, hell no," Scully responded, as an utterly creepy doll crawled into the clinic.

Scully had awoken cranky, but determined. Time to get to the bottom of her transformation ( Read more... )

The blood sample that Triela had left Scully after her death was yielding interesting if ultimately frustrating results. It was great to have some answers, even if they were sadly after they could be useful to her patient ( Read more... )

Scully was writing up reports, while keeping an eye on Triela.

The Clinic was open for an emergency case.

[ooc: for those at Triela's party, and after.]

Her finals all done, Scully was concentrating on her medical investigations now, trying to find more possibilities for treating Triela. The timeline they'd established in early March said there was less than a month left-- maybe only a few weeks.

A breakthrough could happen any time now, really.

[open and OCD-free]

Last night's adventures in upside-down rain had left Scully tired and cranky when she woke up; so it was a subdued and caffiene-inhaling doctor on duty today.

There were big red X's on the calendar, marking down the weeks.

[open and OCD-free]

Scully was going over test results again, and not liking the answers she was getting. And doing more online research about brain surgeries. None of them looked very promising.

[open and ocd-free]

Today was another day when Triela would be getting a check-up, but also, Raven would be there to help. Just having another healer there for the consultation was going to help, Scully hoped.

[open and ocd-free!]

Scully was reading up on journal articles; drugs, long-term effects, types of intervention. And hoping for something silly today. A stubbed toe. A gremlin bite. Possibly the world's worst hangover.

[open and ocd-free!]