FTEC -- August 03 -- Sunday.

[ecirpnellehada]

When Adah came in for her clinic shift in the afternoon part of the day, she had a brief and fleeting thought of doing something cute like offering cootie shots for all the kids, but then she remembered that she disliked children more than she liked sticking needles into things, which was kind of impressive. So she just settled behind the desk,

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Mod your Care -- Morning Shift -- 08/03.

[fh_nurse]

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Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/03.

[ecirpnellehada]

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Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/03.

[crazypilotman]

A little boy wandered in, hobbling a little, a dog trailing after him. "Hi. I has an owie."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/03.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah eyed the dog a little with annoyance, but reminded herself that she couldn't exactly say anything because she brought Pride into the clinic quite often, although, really, more often than not, he was coming in as a "volunteer" for an experiment or two.

"And what kind of owie," she asked, taking into consideration the hobbling. She considered herself quite the expert in limps, "might this be?"

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/03.

[crazypilotman]

"I hurteds my ankle. I fell and it went owie."

The dog calmly sat down, merely pricking its ears up in interest.

Exam Rooms -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/03.

[ecirpnellehada]

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Exam One -- H.M. Murdock

[ecirpnellehada]

"If you can just have a seat on that table there," Adah said, opening the door for the little boy, "and then I'm just going to check your ankle all over and see if I can find out what's wrong with it. Is that okay?"

Re: Exam One -- H.M. Murdock

[crazypilotman]

"Okay," he replied, voice a tad shaky. It was a cold room, and the table seemed far too big.

He took his time climbing up, trying not to hurt his ankle much by doing so, but he couldn't help but bump it a little as he finally got on. "ouch."

Re: Exam One -- H.M. Murdock

[ecirpnellehada]

The fact that a little bump like that garnered a reaction, one that he tried to keep down, probably told Adah well enough of what the injury was, but she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him. "Now, first things first," she said, looking up at him on the table. "What's your name, sweetie?"

She didn't even realize she'd said it, with her clear Southern drawl, until it hung in the air at the end of her question, and Adah winced a little, blaming the profession and the fact that it was actually a real injury and not just some kid wasting her time.

OOC -- 08/03

[ecirpnellehada]

Not around for a good chunk of the late afternoon/early evening, but otherwise *thumbs up*