Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Adah limped into the clinic that evening with an armful of books checked out from the library today to satisfy a poorly constructed ruse, filled with a bunch of stuff that she already knew and would be using in a vain effort to distract herself from everything else that was going on in her head since that afternoon. Of course, this plan would not work in the slightest, and Adah knew this, but Adah was also stubborn, so she was doing her best to pretend that she was actually interested in the most basic tenants of her fields of study and hoping (she was reluctant to use the term praying) that someone broke a leg today, merely so she'd have something to do.

The surprise Adah felt when she came in for her shift and discovered that yesterday's patient had been checked out already was significant, she had to admit, although it was a bit of a relief. She would miss having something to do in her frequent check-ups, but would be glad to be spared the saccharine visits from her near hordes of visitors that didn't seem to understand that people in comas couldn't exactly tell you were even there. It was kind of ridiculous, she thought a bit bitterly as she settled at the front desk to keep herself occupied with some medical journals. How long had she been there after her coma? A week? Ugh. Well. Maybe she'd be out the same day as waking up if she'd been gifted with a properly working brain, a normal nervous system, and her own little fanclub, too.