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[giantego]

I have one teeny tiny, itsy bitsy request for the citizens of Babylon as a whole:

COULD WE STOP WITH THE USELESS FIGHTING? As much I as I absolutely l-o-v-e love love LOVE trauma patients and all of their pissed off, antagonistic bitterness, and their broken bones and bruised ribs and black eyes and missing teeth, and their complete inability to COME TO PHYSICAL THERAPY WHEN I TELL THEM TO, I am really, reeeeheheheheeeeeeeeeeally sick of dealing with injuries that could have been prevented by someone simply saying to themselves, GEE, YOU KNOW, MAYBE TODAY ISN'T SUCH A GOOD DAY TO TRY TO ASSERT MY SUPERIORITY! Not that I have anything against asserting superiority — see also: I'm a doctor — but when it keeps landing you in the hospital, you'd think that maybe you'd realize that you should give it a rest.

Elle, you're due in for a check on that brand spankin' new eye of yours next week. Cordelia Chase, letting us know your progress on that whole walking thing would be really just peachy keen. Everyone hurt in the brawl, YOU'RE WELCOME.

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[giantego]

You don't count, Elle. You were my first and, golly, wouldn't you know it, you were the best. They say you never forget your first eye transplant! Was it good for you? Because it was good for me. Not that I was actually in there, I'm not a scalpel jock, buuuuuut the follow up work has been all me, baby. But that's beside the point. The point is that even without the going and the getting punched up (though the entertainment value of watching the mouthy poet go down in ten seconds flat AND seeing the babyface from Supernatural get his ass kicked were priceless, thank you Faith) I still have a job. The ones who think their fists are something special are the ones who are exacerbating the situation.

And, no, this isn't worse than California, but it also isn't better.

[repent]

Anytime.

[giantego]

Will there be another?

[repent]

Maybe! Don't want people to be innundated with too much of a good thing, y'know, but I don't see why some occasional stress relief wouldn't be five by five.

[ex_wells219]

Um, it was an eye transplant. I wasn't concious for a lot of it! Actually that probably would have been worse.

[giantego]

What, you don't want to try surgery under hypnosis? But it's the new fad! All the girls in eighth grade are doing it, why can't you?

[ex_wells219]

For the last time I don't even like ballet okay!!!

[giantego]

Tap?

[ex_wells219]

Maybe jazz. Except in the way that I'm not the one with like, a fixation on dancing here!!!

[giantego]

It's less of a fixation and more of a general hunch that you are a girl. A little girl. A little girl who wears a pink tutu and cries herself to sleep because daddy won't let her take those ballet — sorry, JAZZ lessons that she so desperately wants. I'm just speaking the truth here, Elle! Don't get in the way of it.

[ex_wells219]

Yeah, uh, no. I don't have daddy issues!!

[giantego]

Consider yourself among the fortunate.

[ex_wells219]

Do you have daddy issues, Dr. Cox? Because you know, it's okay to cry.

[giantego]

Oh, your next appointment is going to be SUPER DUPER FUN.