Fandom Clinic, Friday
Friday, July 13th, 2018 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Cristina leaned back in her seat. "So this is it, Mrs. Rodriguez. This is my life now. At least in the other version of my life with you in it I was still a surgeon. I even won like half a dozen Harper-Averies."
Mrs. Rodriguez, sitting on the reception desk in front of her, let out a small bark.
"Yes, I know that was a dream. But if you're real then why can't half-a-dozen-Harper-Averies me be real, too?"
Mrs. Rodriguez barked again.
"Yeah. There is that."
The nurse walking by looked from Mrs. Rodriguez to Cristina and scowled.
"What? We treat squirrels. Just think of him as a really big one with no drinking problem."
[open!]
Mrs. Rodriguez, sitting on the reception desk in front of her, let out a small bark.
"Yes, I know that was a dream. But if you're real then why can't half-a-dozen-Harper-Averies me be real, too?"
Mrs. Rodriguez barked again.
"Yeah. There is that."
The nurse walking by looked from Mrs. Rodriguez to Cristina and scowled.
"What? We treat squirrels. Just think of him as a really big one with no drinking problem."
[open!]