Nightshift 30: M35, Clinic

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Oh. Oh dear. Despite knowing little of the man on the radio in a personal sense, the news hit him hard. He wasn't sure if it was true, but... why would the doctor lie? If it weren't true, they'd find out easily enough, so it would be pointless. Right?

Oh, he was a horrible man! A part of Tamaki wished that he could fight, so he could help take down that awful person himself. But he knew it was just a flight of fancy. But what would they do now? Without any clues at all?

Sighing, he hung up the sign for the clinic. He needed to talk to Ed so badly, but he had his duties here. Even if he wasn't the best or the fastest, he could still do things. And he had to. So he sat down and waited, for either arrivals or some contradiction to what the Head Doctor had said.

Just in case.

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"Eh." Mello shrugged. "I've dealt with worse." The word 'elf' slid right over his head...somewhere along the line, his unconscious mind had started filtering out absurdities so that he could fix his full attention on the important matters. He accepted the needle and thread, briefly holding it up to the light to gauge its suitability. In a situation like this, suturing seemed like a waste of time and resources...wasn't the victim going to wake up in a couple hours with his injuries treated by someone far better equipped than Tamaki? The point of stitching up a wound was to aid in long-term healing. This kind of clinic should be run like a field hospital, not a health care center.

He'd point that out to Tamaki tomorrow, after he'd finished what he needed to do for the night.

"I need something to cut with," he said. "Scissors, a knife, a scalpel. And do you have any alcohol or peroxide? Or gauze?" If he was going to go through the motions, he'd go through the motions right.

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"Everything you need is right here," Tamaki said, nodding to his desk and the multiple medical supplies laid out upon it. "They already have the peroxide and gauze," he went on, moving to the desk himself.

"Surgical scissors, scalpels, smaller scissors for gauze and thread and those sorts of things...." He picked up the smaller scissors and offered them to Mello. "These should work. Ah, if you'll excuse me..."

He bobbed his head at Mello and was flitting off again, to offer help to his newest arrival.

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Mello hid his satisfaction as he took the small scissors. They'd work. Now, all he had to do was not put them down until the end of the night.

He nodded back as Tamaki moved away, then he turned to look at the group around the person he'd been told to help. Tamaki was right. None of them seemed particularly happy, but the injured member was taking up valuable space. If he wanted to justify staying in the crowded clinic, he'd have to accept treatment.

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