It wasn't House's regular clinic shift, but he was strangely inspired to just go in there and... hang out. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he'd heard through the grapevine that the island had been hit with another round of mysterious bodyswitching. To be honest, he'd been kind of pissed off when he heard - he'd kill for a pain- ( Read more... )

Ronon was gone.

When he wasn't there when she woke up yesterday morning, she thought maybe he got up early for his ITF business and didn't want to wake her. So she didn't worry too much until she realized that his gun and most of his knives were still there in their hut. Ronon never went anywhere without his weapons. That was when the possibility ( Read more... )

All play and no work made Hawkeye Pierce a dull (and frequently hungover) boy. In general, he preferred to avoid the vast majority of things that one might potentially call work, but when it came to the medical, he found that he got twitchy if he didn't have a regular supply of people to cut open. He'd known that for some while, but when he found ( Read more... )

A quiet day on the island, really, though you had to wonder what could be more quiet than the usual: things shifted from bucolic to insane to holy shit we're all going to die, with rarely anything in between. It was surprising that people didn't get driven insane by it more often. The fact that no one had snapped and ended up standing in the middle ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

It was another quiet day in the clinic. Jennifer had checked in briefly with the current patient, but there wasn't much to do for him right now. Everything was clean and in order, and after she'd brought herself up to date with recent clinic activity via patient files, she sat at the desk to work on wedding invitations ( Read more... )

Ellie knew moving up to the Compound was for the best. With everything that happened, it was hard to argue with Devon when he suggested it. The space was a little more cramped than their hut, but for the most part, even she had to admit it made things easier for her. For all she missed, the lack of exhaustion from just walking to the clinic made up ( Read more... )

As much as Jennifer sometimes complained of boredom, she would rather be bored to tears if it meant that everyone was alive and unhurt. Unfortunately, the clinic was not completely empty right now and didn't seem as though it would be for a while. She did what she could to make the current patient comfortable, took care of some routine cleaning ( Read more... )

Combeferre had long had a love of teaching, though it was no skill he had ever exercised in as formal a capacity as he did these days. He was not only quite often the most well-read in any circle (a small feat among his well-educated and lawyered friends), but also the one most likely to espouse some fact he had recently learned on any ears ( Read more... )

Today promised to be a calm day in the clinic. There wasn't much on Jennifer's agenda in terms of appointments, other than Sansa Stark penciled in later in the afternoon to bring Eddara in for a well-child checkup. Of course, that didn't mean there wouldn't be walk-ins to take care of--the usual burns, cuts, and dinosaur bites--but most Sundays ( Read more... )