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Claire Northstar ([info]clairenorthstar) wrote in [info]inandoutoftheer,
@ 2006-02-07 22:00:00


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Who: Claire, open to Luka and Sam
Where: Sam's apartment
When: After her father called her




Her father's demanding words were ringing in her ears as Claire made her way towards Sam's apartment, stopping frequently to check her spiral road map. The address was completely unfamiliar, and she'd had to go into personnel records for the dang thing. She'd spoken with Kerry briefly, only to learn that both Sam and Luka had not shown for their shifts. Trying to deflect the head physician on the warpath, she had made some excuse about phone calls and darted out of there. Her father had insisted that Luka was somehow ill, and to him, that automatically hearkened back to Luka's illnesses after the war. And as usual, Claire was expected to go and prop him back up again.

Cold and irritated, she pulled her jacket tightly around her as she went up the concrete steps to the main door. Luckily, it was propped open so she could walk right in. The hallways stretched out in front of her, and she referred to the paper in her hand for the apartment number.

Sick...it seemed everyone was right now. They were getting more bouncebacks than usual, and Kerry had been intent on them all staying. If this hadn't come up, Claire would have considered it. She wasn't feeling the most charitible towards her roommate currently.

Knocking on the door, she called out, "Nurse Taggart? Are you home?"



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[info]misstaggartrn
2006-02-14 18:30 (link)
Sam's head hung over the edge of the toilet as she emptied the contents of her stomach, or what was left of it. Alex, however, was up and attempting to make himself breakfast when he heard a voice accompanied with a knock on the otherside of the door. He put down the spatula he was using to cook his scrambled eggs in and walked over to the door. He opened it, his bright eight year old face contorted as he looked at the unfamiliar woman, Who're you?

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[info]clairenorthstar
2006-03-05 01:07 (link)
Despite her fatigue, Claire managed a smile. "What, you don't remember me, Doctor? You were so instrumental in diagnosing Dr. Kovac's condition." She furrowed her brow, thinking. "Was it...lameitis? I can't recall. Don't suppose I'm much of a doctor then. For now, I'm a messenger girl." Her smile faltered a bit. "Is Dr. Kovac here? Or your mother?"

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[info]misstaggartrn
2006-03-05 13:24 (link)
Alex studied Claire for a moment and then nodded, remembering his diagnosis, "Lamentia."

He looked back towards his mother's room, the door shut, "They're both here. My mom's puking and Dr. Kovac is sleeping. Or they might be having sex, I dunno for sure."

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[info]clairenorthstar
2006-03-05 14:22 (link)
"Sounds like a multitasking couple," Claire muttered, feeling a white-hot flash of anger at Luka for his carelessness. He was supposed to be making progress, but instead he'd fallen back on his old destructive habits. Not caring if a preteen boy knew about the doctor having an affair with his mom. "Do me a favor, Dr. Alex," she started. "I'm going to knock on the door there, and I want you to find me a first aid kit. Your mom is a nurse; she's got to have one around here somewhere." She walked towards the bedroom door, and added, "Oh, and take those eggs off the burner before they catch fire." Feeling not a little irritated, she knocked hard on the bedroom door.

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[info]lukakovac
2006-03-06 05:12 (link)
Luka groaned, the pounding on the door breaking into his sleep as if it were explosions going off in his head before he groped for the pillow to cover it. He just needed it to stop.

His fever had climbed steadily since he'd spoke to William and his shirt clung damply to his back as he struggled to remain asleep.

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