Writing meme! Request drabbles/memes/haiku/imaginary postcards, what have you. I'm going to be selfish and ask that your request involve one of my characters in some way, but that shouldn't be arduous. Hisoka, I have a drabble I wrote you ages ago in a notebook, harass me to go find it. Excel, I randomly wrote you a drabble the other day, it also
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But the x-ray machine in little pieces all over the floor was going to make it very hard to treat the victims of camp's latest disaster.
"It'll regenerate overnight," said Simon. "We'll ask Lisa to sweep up the pieces so no one hurts themselves and come tomorrow, the x-ray machine will be good as new."
"That doesn't help me treat broken bones today," Bailey said sourly. She had the beginnings of a headache.
"You can take the portable x-ray with you," said Simon.
"Portable x-ray?"
"Yes," and Simon was smirking. "It has a few drawbacks, but its gets the job done."
"Fine," said Bailey who was in no mood to be teased. "Send it over to my office. I want to get started as soon as I can."
When the x-ray arrived, she was less than impressed. "Dr Tam, we may be primitive compared to what you're used to, but I do know the difference between an x-ray machine and Mr Kent wearing a white coat."
"Clark," said Simon, still smirking. "What are the contents of Dr Bailey's top drawer?"
Clark shot Dr Bailey an apologetic look before turning his attention to the shut drawer. "Paperwork. A half eaten muffin. A dog eared copy of a Mills and Boon --"
"That's enough!" Bailey grumbled to herself. "Clark Kent. I should have known." She ignored the way Simon was still smirking and stood, grabbing the field medical kit. "Come along then, Mr Kent. The patients await."
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So good! XDDD Can Clark become our portable x-ray machine? We do seem to have a lot of broken bones these days.
(ps-grumpy Bailey was so awesome)
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So glad you liked this!
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Simon's silence was practically audible. As was how Simon's gaze focused on a point approximately three feet behind Clark's head.
"Simon," was the mild reproach and Simon shrugged awkwardly.
"It's easier to demonstrate than to explain. I've told her six times that River's a psychic and she still doesn't understand that that means that she can read her mind. It's for the best, this way."
Clark raised an eyebrow.
"Please put the lab coat on? We can discuss my underhanded methodology after we've treated our current patients." Clark sighed and put the labcoat on. One day, he really would talk to Simon that normally it was not such a wise idea to spring surprises of this nature upon people.
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