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[numbered_doctor]

[OOM:The clinic isn’t always just runny noses and sore throats.]

The door bangs open, and a doctor enters. She’s looking particularly murderous today, jaw clenched and lab coat flaring almost dramatically behind her as she strides her way blindly into the Bar, the abrupt change of surroundings not really registering until she nearly trips over one of the waitrats, who thankfully manages to dodge out of the way in the nick of time.

The waitrat gets a startled apology, and Thirteen settles in a seat whilst trying to reign in her righteous anger.

[Open 'till it falls off]

[The mun has to flee for an hour and will reply to all tags when she returns. is back!]

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[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"...Do you want a carrot stick?"

There is a somewhat long, vividly orange, rectangularly cut vegetable being offered at Thirteen, suddenly. It's being held, in turn, by a blond teenager - though his markedly short stature makes his age very difficult to pinpoint - standing about in a schoolgirl's uniform. His expression is wide-eyed and unassuming, though a particularly observant person might note an air of concern lurking beneath the surface.

Then again, he could just be looking apologetic, because his after-school snack for the day is not as sugary and sweet as usual. But, when you're cursed with a rabbit-spirit, certain cravings hit, now and again.

"They're pretty good," he adds, all cheerful smiles.

[numbered_doctor]

The carrot stick gets a startled blink, and slowly the doctor's gaze shifts from he carrot stick to the boy holding the object in question. Some of her apparent anger seems to evaporate as she shakes her head at the boy.

"No, thank you. You keep it."

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"Aw, okay."

There's a snapping sort of crunch, as he brings the carrot stick back towards himself and takes a bite out of it. With that done, he casually slides into a chair, relaxing back against it. (If he thinks it potentially impolite to just flop down at a table someone else is already at, he certainly doesn't look like it.)

"Not hungry?" he inquires, occasionally nibbling at his food a bit more.

[numbered_doctor]

The question receives another negative shake of the head from the doctor.

"Not really."

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmm."

The vague, affirmative sound and small nod that the bunny-boy gives in response to this probably don't mean anything. He's just busy finishg off the rest of the stick he was working at - and, then, when it's gone, he looks back up and folds one arm over the other, both resting on the tabletop in front of him.

"Oh, well...anyway, I'm Momiji. What's your name?"

He can't help but be a pest, sometimes. Alas.

[numbered_doctor]

"Thirteen."

The nickname rolls off her tounge easily, and she offers the boy a small smile.

"Nice to meet you, Momiji"

She mangles his name only slightly, please bear with her.

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

"...Your name's Thirteen?"

The blonde looks like he's trying to decide whether that's cool or just pretty weird. And, after a moment, he tries it out in the different languages he knows, mumbling it in his native Japanese again, then in German, then in English, though how many of these the translation magics of the Bar change to make understandable may vary. Apparently, this method settles the question for him, as he finally gives a dramatic, brief bounce of his head up and down and beams.

"Neat!"

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"Dr. Hadley --"

Before the door can swing shut completely, Cuddy's barreled through, bracing it open with a hand.

She doesn't notice exactly where they are just yet, but she's not about to have one of her doctors storming around in a huff.

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen whirls around at the sound of her name being called, fisted hands shaking in anger as she spits out though gritted teeth.

"What?"

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

Cuddy throws up her hands defensively, lowering her voice.

"I thought you'd want to be informed that social services has been called."

[numbered_doctor]

She deflates a bit, making a visible effort to reel in her anger at Cuddy's words. The younger doctor gives a nod.

"Good."

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

Cuddy pauses. There's a number of things she wants to say, but none of them actually make it out of her mouth.

"Thank you," she finally says.

[numbered_doctor]

A nod.

"It was the right thing to do."

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Lissar looks up at the apology to the rat, and tilts her head a bit. She's very, very good at reading the lines of anger...it's just that living with Ironhide means that it doesn't bother her like it used to.

"Something wrong?"

[numbered_doctor]

The anger rolling off of the doctor removes any sort of normal brain to mouth barrier, and words tumble out through clenched teeth. At the moment, she doesn’t care that the woman is a virtual stranger.

"There was a boy at work; we had to call child services."

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

There is a pause, then Lissar says, "Child services? I don't know what that means."

[numbered_doctor]

"It's...a section of the goverment that deals with child abuse reports."

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Her face shuts down, hard, "Ah." but her voice is gentle, "Is the child safe, now?"

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen sighs and nods, rubbing a hand wearly across her face.

"Yes, he is."

[alertcommando]

"Thirteen?" Oh, hey, it is a commando. "What happened?"

[numbered_doctor]

It takes a moment for the doctor to reply, when she does, her voice is carefully neutral.

"There was a boy at the hospital; we had to call Child Services."

[alertcommando]

Tanya replies with a german word that sounds like profanity.

And it is. Hurting children, that really gets under her skin. "I need a drink." She will fetch schnapps for two, and sit down with the doctor.

"Child services. What can they do? What will they do?" The woman is thinking in terms of shooting the abusive parent's kneecaps off.

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen refuses the drink; she is still technically still at work, even if Milliways did decide to pull her in.

"They've taken him from his father, the one that was hurting him, and they're going to try and find him a suitable home. The father is police custody."

The other woman's tone implies that Tanya's thoughts of kneecap shooting aren’t far off from Thirteen's own.

[alertcommando]

Well, Tanya drinks, shaking head. "It would be time to arrange a few accidents for him. make him feel on his flesh what it is like to be helpless."

[numbered_doctor]

The doctor's jaw sets again, clenching tightly.

"I'd rather just strap him down and show him some medieval medical techniques."