A blond walks into a clinic.... [Buffy & House]

[whattingawhat]

She hated New Jersey. She was pretty sure she hated New Jersey even before she broke her arm. She was supposed to be finding an around-the-bend slayer to take back to Cleveland. Faith was off on another lead and Buffy had volunteered to take this one. Everything had been going swimmingly until rogue slayerette slipped away from her and she'd run into a pack of vampires. She'd gotten them all but the slayerette was long gone--for the moment--and Buffy was hurt. It wasn't anything that wouldn't heal but her right arm was broken clean through, the bone had poked through the skin, shredding it and she'd set it back straight at least. She knew she needed to have it cast and she was pretty sure she had a concussion. The gash over her right eye had stopped bleeding and while it would be fine, the concussion was making her dizzy and nauseous.

A cab ride later, she was standing in front of the clinic for Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching hospital.

"At least maybe my doctor will be a young, hot intern," she muttered to herself as she walked in. The waiting room was relatively empty and they got her settled in a room fairly quickly once she'd filled out all her information. She was glad that unlike Faith, she didn't have a fake identity because right now, she wouldn't have been able to remember it. Right now she was sitting on the table, the heel of her foot bumping the table beneath her as she cradled her arm against her chest and tried to take her mind off the 'ow that hurts'.