F is dying ( Read more... )

F sits on a bed in a room ( Read more... )

The team of Vimes, Claire, Maladicta and Prior make it to the caves, where F is waiting for them, in a way. Thread(s) may still be in progress.

F sits on a bed in the clinic, her legs crossed and folded in front of her. Her hands are in her lap, and her head is tilted as she stares blankly in front of her ( Read more... )

It had to be done, though he hadn't yet. Ragetti had been his patient, primarily. Wilson found him dead, and his chart needed to be moved to inactive status. Accessing the file, he read over his notes from the pirate's broken wrist, from his strong reaction to caffeine, from his intake exam after the thing with the squid ( Read more... )

Cameron sighed as she watched the girl pick at the IV on her hand. It was safer than putting it in her arm, though slower, especially since the girl wouldn't eat. Which was more okay with Cameron than she wanted to admit, since that meant seeing those teeth that looked like they should be in a dinosaur, not a tiny Japanese girl ( Read more... )

The genet Stephen had captured that afternoon had become surprisingly attached to him in the short time of their acquaintance, and refused to stay behind in his hut when it came time for his weekly clinic shift. Currently, it was perched upon his shoulder, for all the world like a tame animal, and looked over his shoulder while he read over the ( Read more... )

F just doesn't feel like herself anymore ( Read more... )

Down in the basement, a dark little girl and a light little girl learn something about each other and make the rules for a new game.

Claire feeds F.

Obviously, not fluffy stuff.

It is night and F is delightfully awake ( Read more... )