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Feb 24, 2010 17:13

Another day, another shift at the clinic, and this one seemed like it was shaping up to be just as exciting as most of the others, which wasn't very exciting at all. Not a day went by where Coop didn't miss the unpredictability and chaos that came along with working in an emergency room, and days like today just tended to magnify that feeling. The island was unpredictable in it's own way, sure, but it wasn't the same.

He suspected that the 'normal' thing to do on days like these was just to embrace the quiet and the calm, be thankful for it, even; a dull day of work at the clinic meant everyone was okay, safe and sound. Those were all good things, he knew that. And he'd totally be all for it if it wasn't for the fact that it was just so fucking mind-numbingly boring. This was not what his mothers had put him through medical school for.

Coop was slumped down, spinning around slowly in the super comfy swivel chair with his stethoscope worn around his head like a laurel wreath. As he spun, he wondered if it was possible for anyone to literally be bored to death.

With the combination of his luck and the islands spitefulness, probably not. He was doomed to endure.

[Timed to early afternoon. If your pup is stopping by for treatment, be sure to hit island_medical]

dr. fitch cooper, felicity merriman, joey tribbiani, delirium, quinn fabray, dr. hawkeye pierce, clinic

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