FTEC, Saturday, (9/10) - The Clinic of Dramatic Events

Sep 10, 2011 13:06

Scully was checking on people. People who were there looking randomly ill. Did they have cancer? Maybe they had ebola! Maybe it was an alien narcotic coursing through their system, transforming them into flies-- no, wait, she'd already experienced that ( Read more... )

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. angelo_wings September 10 2011, 22:39:27 UTC
It was mid-afternoon when a still-damp Wrigley's stumbled into the clinic, looking very dramatically Beautiful and Lost and Sad.

"I ... I need help," she sighed. "Please help me."

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. showmetheproof September 10 2011, 22:42:12 UTC
The nurses, all of them, were Concerned. "Fill out this chart, please. And tell us, Beautiful Lost Stranger, do you have proof of insurance? Do you want a doctor? How about a lollipop?"

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. angelo_wings September 10 2011, 23:17:30 UTC
"I ... I don't know any of this," Wrigley's said, frowning at the form with perfect, beautiful tears in her perfect, beautiful eyes. "I don't know if I have insurance. I don't know if I have a doctor. Maybe I am a doctor. Maybe I know powerful medical secrets and that's why they tried to kill me! Or maybe I'm an international jewel thief and stole money from the wrong people! Perhaps I'll never know! I have amneiesia!"

Wrigley's swooned, dramatically, into the nearest chair, one hand artfully on her forehead.

"Could I have a lollipop?" she asked. "Orange, if you have them."

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. showmetheproof September 10 2011, 23:29:22 UTC
One of the nurses handed over a big orange one while another tried to check her pulse. Or something. "Ma'am, we have a standard procedure for amneisesia. Or AMNESIA. Or amnesia! First, have you displayed the ability to take out strong men in only three kung-fu dance moves?" She was ticking little boxes on a chart.

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. angelo_wings September 10 2011, 23:41:03 UTC
Wrigley's frowned, taking the lollipop and unwrapping it. "Not that I know of," she said. "Though I might have before my amneyesha."

Very helpful answer, Wrigley's.

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. showmetheproof September 10 2011, 23:44:31 UTC
"Do you find yourself plagued by foggy dim recollections of you know not what, triggered by musical cues or possibly bad lighting?" The nurse smiled encouragingly. "It's okay if you don't, Beautiful Lost Stranger. That might start to occur later."

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. angelo_wings September 10 2011, 23:49:22 UTC
"I don't know what you mean," Wrigley's said. "I --"

Just then, she looked off into the distance, and the screen blurred as a plaintive musical cue stirred on the soundtrack. There were men there, two of them!

"You lied! You lied to me!"

An ... an argument!?!??!?!!?!?!!?

Wrigley's gaped at the nurse as the music faded back in, and the lighting un-dimmed. "You ... you mean like that one!"

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. showmetheproof September 10 2011, 23:52:02 UTC
"Definitely amneyesha," confirmed the one taking her pulse and patting her hand and staring at her soulfully in Worried Nurse Mode.

"Yes, exactly like that!" exclaimed the one with the clipboard. One more symptom and she'd have Bingo! "I think we can safely say that you're probably very distraught! Do you have a feeling of creeping danger? Would you like us to notify authorities to protect you, or would you feel safer in one of our Examination Rooms, where we can summon an Achingly and Inappropriately Worried Doctor of your preferred gender for you?"

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. angelo_wings September 11 2011, 00:07:45 UTC
"How attractive is this doctor?" Wrigley's asked. "I have an immense sense of danger, but I'm needlessly paranoid about summoning the authorities, possibly because it'll make the plot so much shorter. And I'd rather not be cooped up in here all night, not when I could be out there, stalked and hunted by whoever did this, and stretching out the filler parts to this plotline."

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. showmetheproof September 11 2011, 00:13:52 UTC
"We can page Dr. Chloe, who's a buxom blonde, or Dr. Dana, who's a buxom redhead, or Millie the Healer, a buxom brunette, or Dr. Ronan, who's a virile brunette, or Stark the Healer who has that Phantom thing going on," the nurse gossiped, and then patted The Beautiful Lost Stranger's hand. "We understand, and we consult on an out-patient basis. You're welcome to come back for another lollipop if you remember anything, or even if you don't, and just want the comfort of the Medical Profession's Professional Attention. We can't force you to stay here, and we are sympathetic enough not to tell the authorities. The Hippocampus Oath Rules All. Screw the Cops!"

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. angelo_wings September 11 2011, 00:20:29 UTC
Wrigley's paused, sorting through all of that.

"It's no use," she sighed. "I don't know what gender I'm attracted to. I'll have to come back if I figured it out."

Perhaps she could look at filthy magazines until she got a clearer idea. Or possibly try screwing some cops, and see which ones she enjoyed it with the most?

"Thank you, kind nurses," she said, standing and bowing as though she was benevolent royalty. "I shall return if the writers run out of ideas."

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Re: Talk to the Nurses. showmetheproof September 11 2011, 00:50:18 UTC
"You're welcome, Beautiful Lost Stranger. Come back again," then nurses chorused. "We love having patients!"

Then they handed her another lollipop. 'Cause that's how they rolled.

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