Carson Beckett (firstdonoharm) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-10-17 06:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, carson beckett (firstdonoharm), ~2018 october, ~25 points, ~~~~adrian ivashkov (ivashkinated) |
Who: Carson Beckett and Adrian Ivashkov
What: Interrogation-y goodness, ahoy!
When: Wednesday morning, early-ish
Where: The clinic
Warnings: TBA
Status: Closed/On-going
It was an early morning for Carson -- there'd been a schedule juggle, mostly because Carson and Lissa had staged a coup and insisted that Adam not come in stupidly early for once in his life. The younger man had been running himself ragged for weeks, and as far as they'd been concerned? He could run himself slightly less ragged today. So Carson had taken the early shift, which meant he was sitting in the clinic at seven-thirty in the morning and waiting for patients to come in.
There wasn't anybody yet, which he wasn't surprised about -- the scheduled patients didn't start for another hour and a half today, and they never knew when anybody else would wander in. They tended to get the minor injuries from refugees, still painful and ER-worthy but not the kind of thing that would hospitalize -- and Carson wasn't afraid of shipping them right on over if and when it were necessary. Tensions between refugees and natives were better over the past five years, though still very much tense, but at least the hospital had gotten past the unwillingness to treat. Carson would take what he could get.
He was sitting at the front desk when the door opened; he glanced up and stifled a groan. Adrian, and not the version they'd all gotten to know and love. This was going to be interesting.