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Sunday Morning
Nov. 27th, 2005 12:19 pmLogan headed straight home after the odd adventure in Locker 327. He ignored the sand and broken cast for the time being and crashed out with whiskey and Vicodin.
By the morning, he realized a visit to the clinic was inevitable. He cleaned himself up as much as possible and headed out.
The clinic was closed, so he had to page Wilson, Emergency On Call and got a tense but awake looking Doc Wilson. After a bit of scolding ("what, you LIKE the walls in this place?") and a muttered explanation ("Locker 327") Logan left the clinic with a fresh cast and fresh bandages.
[ooc: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tooniceuglyties for the offscreen visit!]
By the morning, he realized a visit to the clinic was inevitable. He cleaned himself up as much as possible and headed out.
The clinic was closed, so he had to page Wilson, Emergency On Call and got a tense but awake looking Doc Wilson. After a bit of scolding ("what, you LIKE the walls in this place?") and a muttered explanation ("Locker 327") Logan left the clinic with a fresh cast and fresh bandages.
[ooc: Thanks to
tooniceuglyties for the offscreen visit!]
