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*stands, wiping hands on jeans* He's going to be fine, just have a hell of a hangover when he wakes up.

hmmm, sending Chet anywhere could be consider a hostile act. *squats down next to the unconscious Duke, noting the breathing is regular, with no signs of distress, checks the pulse on the wrist briefly, and touches the head to turn it gently, checking the head would is simply a scratch* You know, for acting Lord of the Outlaws, Chet spends alot of his time in an unconscious heap.

*observing for a few minutes more, sensing no immediate danger, given Chet has gone from being temporary official outlaw to official Hazzard speedbump, decided to join the gathering crowd. Setting down her coffee cup, walks across the street, looking down at Chet on the street* You know you really shouldn't litter, Maryanne. *nudges the unconscious man with her boot*

*the commotion at the courthouse had not gone unnoticed across the street to the clinic, since Diablo's return, Doc had been watching carefully from the porch and since noone seemed in danger, heeding Brian's request to stay away from Chet. Sitting on the porch step, having a well-needed cup of coffee, she could not hear the conversation but kept a quiet watch if she should be needed*

Thanks so much! I have so many good memories of Hnet and made a ton of friends here, I'm proud to be part of this online community. In fact, I'm trying with MaryAnne right now to submit all my "Doc Walker" stories under the DOHFF.com roof. And maybe add a few more as time goes by.

*Chance had been back up the sidewalk, preoccupied with her own worries about this whole ordeal, when she nearly literally ran into MaryAnne on the porch steps, her only thought was..* oh damn, wonder how aiding and abetting escape two convicts looks to the AMA

*gets up, brushes the dust off her jeans and hands, mutters* Medicare doesn't cover this.

She keeps misbehaving like this, its her -back- side she'll have to worry about, because im going to put a hypodermic needle in it!

(I'm gonna have to request this portion be halted for the night too, as both laptop and author are running out of juice)

*seeing the commotion to the side, growls and sprints down the pavement to assist Lukas* That does it...*crouched down to press her weight down to Daney's shoulder's, effectively pinning the woman to the ground* Daney Duke, don't make me sedate you!

*follows the men outside, standing on the front porch, leaning against the rail, watching them leave, hoping for the best, fearing for the worst*

Alright, if anyone need's a doctor or medical help, you know where to find me. Meanwhile... *sighs, stepping up close to the blackclad man*…at least let me bid you goodbye, and take a token of good luck. *curls hands around Brian's head, bringing his head down for a brief, gentle kiss* Just come back to me in one piece. *smiles, ruffling the dark hair, then looking to the other men in the room* Take care of him for me and please be careful, I don't want any of my friends as my patients.

*watching the action* Is there anything I can do? Besides staying well away from Chet?

*nods* Okay, because I want you back at the clinic, but as a date, not a patient. *pauses* Maybe I should still go to the jail to gauge Chet's status.

*sighs, not entirely happy, voice softens* I know you wouldn't do any of that, Brian, I thought I was communicating that, and you are welcome to stay her as long as you want. I trust you. *watching this, makes no move to stop them* I won't stop you, I know you're in good hands with Alex.. but still...please be careful.

*crosses her arms over her chest* Ok, first of all, I trust these "hoodlums" with more than my life and my clinic. Both of these gentlemen know if anything were to befall my clinic, they would have a rage like the second coming on both their heads. Brian's seen my temper enough to know when and how not to rile me. Second, you are too wounded to go galloping around the county again, you have a gunshot wound less than 24 hours old for heaven's sake. Third, Bound or not, Brian and Alex know I consider my clinic a place of safety, so they know I would not view it well to see -any- patient of mine harmed while in my custody, you're safe here. *looks over at the dark haired and blonde bad guys* I take it you got all that as well?

*hearing this, raises an eyebrow, unamused.* Excuse me? Brian, don't volunteer me to do any medical procedures unless you are going to be next on the list. However, you are free to use the clinic as your temporary bad guy lair, within reason. *listens to Daney, thinking* She may have a point, maybe I can go over to the jail and take Chet's temperature, so to speak.

*nods* I'll hold you to that. Anything I can do to help the mischief making?

*had been listening in, interested, looks down at Brian* You just remember with all your scheming, you're still hurt and need to be careful. If I need to gets another set of ACE wraps out, its gonna to do something much more persuasive than wrapping ribs or a wild Friday night date.

Very, I'm afraid. Speaking of which. *returns back to where Brian lay* You're obviously enjoying yourself, my dear. I take it the pain's gone.

*find the wound well stitched up, and barely bleeding at this point, finishes up quickly* u-huh, if I wasn't already very much taken, I might find myself in trouble. *teasing at this point, trying to keep the tone light*

hmph. You Dukes seem to usually find a way. *re-padding the wound and wrapping it to secure*

*quiet snort, keeping up the conversation, cleaning the wound gently* Don't you mean another scar to show off to the girls at the Boar's Nest?

(thanks for the other authors for letting me take a minor sick leave) *smiles and nod, injecting the medicine near to the injury* You may feel a little woozy, but not at all sedated. *gathers nearby gathers and carefully unwraps the wound, nodding impressed* Its a clean wound.

Alright, but you must stay at the clinic, at least for the night. Even if the wound weren't so bad, the painkillers would make it dangerous for you to go home. *takes a different vial from the cabinet* This is will more of a local. (apologies, i have to stop here for the night, very ill. Brian Coltrane has permission to move Doc as needed)