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First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 6]

The Danger Shop was set up like a waiting room again. Magazines and medical journals, a kids' table with toys and plates of cookies were scattered around the room, all circa 1960. The cookies weren't from 1960. They were real and fresh.

"Symptoms can look a lot alike. How can you tell the difference between a simple illness and something serious? The truth is, it takes years of practice and studying. You don't have time for that yet, so we're going to go through a case study so you can get a feel for what you should be looking for and how you should approach a potential emergency. One at a time, come through to the examination room. It's your choice if you come in. I won't try to force you. While it's not your turn, help yourselves to the reading material and the cookies."

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Read, eat, talk to each other, make out, get into a fist fight. Whatever you feel like.

Alex took a seat in the waiting room and tried not to think about how familiar that felt. He stretched out his legs and closed his eyes, letting the time pass that way.

Hiccup was a bit on the not-so-happy side today, so he was just sitting in his chair, tapping his metal foot on the floor (which was probably pretty annoying) while he stared into space and waited for it to be his turn.

Cassidy was happy to see Hccup and her smile said so as she sat near him and closed her magazine..

"Hello, Hicuup."

Hiccup stopped tapping his foot and smiled at her. "Hey, Cassie," he said, feeling a bit better than he had a minute ago. "How have you been doing?"

"I've been okay. I'll be glad when we get our room back. How are you?"

"Ah, I can't complain," he said with a little shrug. "And I'm right there with you on heading back to the rooms. The cabins are nice, heck, anywhere with that much hot water is always going to be nice, but I'll be glad to get back to the dorms."

Cassidy nodded. She'd like having more privacy again.

"Have you been enjoying your other classes? How's Toothless?"

"Classes have been interesting," he replied. "Not quite what I expected, but interesting." He hesitated, then added, voice a little flat, "Toothless is fine."

Tara found a couple of celebrity magazines and took a seat, looking through them for good gossip and shots of hot guys.

Kate was choosing to sit in the waiting room the entire class. Oh, it pained her to slack off, but the professor had called it voluntary and she just had so much to plan for Puck's little birthday get-together in the evening, even after she'd already ~~handwavily~~ spent most of her day baking.

So she'd be sitting here, in her sensible clothes, neatly writing down some further ideas into her notebook.

Rather than sit in one of the chairs provided, Cara paced anxiously, not sure what she was doing in this class. She didn't like being around people in pain. Not one bit.

And where there was an anxious fake little sister, there was also a Kate! Who looked up from her notebook after the other girl had been pacing for a bit, and went for a reassuring smile.

"Cara, are you okay?"

"No, not really." Stoicism? Repression? What are they? "I just don't like the idea of people being hurt. Even ones who aren't real."

"Sweetie, that's why we're here," Kate said, all patience and reassuring calm. She was speaking like Alice said she should, raising her natural vocal tones by just half a note. It was supposed to make men feel safe; there was no reason to think it wouldn't work on fretting girls too.

"So we can help when people get hurt. Because on this island, sometimes they will. Wouldn't you rather practice safely now?"

Cara thought about it and nodded. "Yes," she replied, with complete earnestness and very wide eyes indeed. "I don't want to have to use the Breath of Life on anyone, because that means they'll have already died, and that's horrible."

"See? Sometimes you have to suffer a little bit of anxiety for the greater good," Kate chirped. "You'll be stronger for it. It's okay to be nervous. It's completely understandable."

"You're right." Cara nodded, and grinned broadly. "I feel much better after talking about this." She wondered if Kate would mind a thank-you hug. The occasion really did call for it.

Kate would not mind a hug at all. Kate would, however, boggle about this whole thing. Later. Not today.

"I'm very pleased to hear that, Cara," she smiled. "And I'm always glad to help, any way I can."

Given that Cara hadn't initiated a hug since she was nine years old, Kate wouldn't be the only one.

"Thank you," Cara said, reaching out to hug her. "You can never have too many people to rely on."

Kate put her notebook neatly aside and stood up, easily giving Cara a warm, friendly hug in return. "That's what sisters are for."

Cara smiled happily, there was nothing she liked more than a warm, friendly hug, especially from a fake family member.

"That and scrubbing each other's backs in the communal baths," Cara replied. "Because you just can't reach some places on your own. It's like a metaphor for life."

Re: Hang Out in the Waiting Room

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Re: Hang Out in the Waiting Room

wrongkindofsith - 2010-06-19 01:43 (UTC) - Expand

Ellie took a seat, grabbed a magazine, and then anxiously leafed through it. Waiting made her a bit nervous.

Emma was, rather uncharacteristically for her, not completely and totally put together. She had on a tank-top, a pair of yoga pants, her glasses, and her hair was in a messy ponytail. No make-up, no jewelry, nothing.

This was not, however, the influence of the island. This was because Emma had a fucking powers hangover, and would possibly kill the first mentally loud person in class WITH HER BRAIN today. The fact she had gone to class instead of just stay in bed was the only unusual thing, but she had decided to come in case Sookie showed up.

She was going to skip the exercise today, if she could, and try to take a nap in the waiting room. The chairs weren't that comfortable, but Emma had slept in far worse places.

Edited 2010-06-18 18:33 (UTC)

Cookies and old, interesting magazines could keep Griff busy for a good, long while.

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