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Date Posted: 21:27:23 03/07/02 Thu
Author: Rabid, the Immortal Librarian
Subject: Kande slips on the stairs and takes a header...
In reply to: Kande's Sis 's message, "KM's eyes widen as she hears the news" on 07:31:03 03/07/02 Thu

...she flips once or twice in the air and lands on her back on the bar.

"Are you okay?" Det. asks as one of the Emergency Medical Techs' attachs an IV to the Eggnog Enforcers arm.

"Yes," Kande returns, sarcastically, "Luckily, this huge piece of wooden furniture broke my fall."

As she starts to rise, the EMT's rush to her side and hold her down. The male EMT, a frighteningly handsome man, gives Kande the eye and a toothy grin, "Don't move now, Sweetie," He warns, winking at the oblivious Klub owner, "you may have a back injury."

Then he bellows, "GET A BACK BRACE, STAT!" at his petite, dark-haired, female co-worker.

Kande jumps up, outraged by the behemoth's high-handed informality and inappropriate testosterone outburst and immediately clutches at the small of her back.

"AAARREAREAERRRRRGGGGAAAAAAHHHH!" She yells, collapsing to the floor.

"I told you not to move, Cinnamon Buns," the hulking EMT sighs, then he bellows toward the doorway, "WHERE THE HELL IS THAT BACK BRACE, CLARICE?"

The hapless Clarice, hustles in from the Ambulance with the BRACE held in front of her like a shield. She accidentally brushes against KM's hand as she passes.

"Hey," KM snaps, before waving her hand in the air and adding, "OW! OWWWW! OH...OW!"

"Are you okay?" Det slurs. She tries to sit up and site on KM with her one good eye but is hampered somewhat by the effects of the pain medication.

"No," KM exclaims, "I am NOT okay!"

The Mayor holds up her hand for all to see, "I have a splinter...a big splinter from that Back Brace thingee. In my WRITING hand...and I have a paper due. How am I supposed to write with a splinter in my hand?"

CW eyes the Mayor's splinter. She fishes in her knitting kit and extracts a set of sewing needles. She holds up a number 3 needle, sites along it, shakes her head and goes back for a number 5.

"This will only take a minute," CW says advancing on KM.

"NOOOOO....AHWHHK," KM shrieks.

Using the backboarded Kande like a vaulting platform the terrified Mayor springs to the top of the bar and whirls around to face CW.

"Get away from me with that needle, you maniac," KM orders, "before I fine you for practicing medicine without a license."

"Oh, don't be such a baby," CW chides.

"I demand my Socialized Medicine," KM insists, "I am a taxpayer...I have my rights."

"Now, don't get your knickers in a twist, Sugar," The Hulking EMT somewhat ill-advisedly, advises the Mayor, "We can take you along to the hospital when we take this little lady in...and you can have your splinter removed by a professional."

He motions KM to climb off the bar and warily she complies. Edging around CW, the Mayor heads out the door. Mr. Personality and his little partner hoist Kande to their shoulders. CW reholsters her needle and guides the staggering Det. toward the door in the KM-lead procession's wake.

After they finish loading the assorted people into their ambulance, Clarice draws her partner aside.

"Why didn't you just take out her splinter?" she hisses soto voce.

"Don't START Clarice," The man warns through clenched teeth, "Let's just get them all to the hospital like Madge told us to do and then we can go home...end of story."

Rabid/Raeann
somehow doubtful that this is the end of the story...and I can't help noticing that EVERYONE will be in hospital for my birthday. I hope the hospital gift shop is well stocked.

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