In honor of all the PWFCers in Philly, A DC Drabble
Clifford It Is, Then
I hadn’t really intended Daniel Clifford to join the staff of this particular hospital. But the egotistical git insisted that it was the only position worthy of his talent, and that any difficulties his presence here might cause me, were not his concern. Which-ordinarily- would be nothing more than a minor annoyance. (He isn’t the first resident I’ve had to deal with, after all.) Except for the fact that he…would…not…shut…up about it! Gods, the man can talk. And make the most ridiculously foolhardy scheme seem perfectly reasonable (A talent which may prove useful, as long as he remembers who the final authority is.)
So, here we both are. There are worse positions to be in I suppose. Though I will admit to finding the situation mildly irritating in some ways.(Insists that I call him Clifford-he doesn’t like me.) At least this one knows how to dress. Must look to the future after all. Clifford it is, then.
And with that final journal entry…Methos both ended and began, yet another chapter of his life..
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