parks and rec had the best minor characters

Andulka
Three Goblin Art
Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes

tannertan36
No title available
AnasAbdin

@theartofmadeline

Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros
Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
d e v o n

Discoholic 🪩
Show & Tell

JVL
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Switzerland

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Chile

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
@healerted
parks and rec had the best minor characters
At that, Klein throws his arms into the air. “Fine, but if something happens, it’s on your record.”
He takes his wand and moves it over Molly’s body as she fights the urge to cradle herself in the fetal position. The hallucinations have turned wonky: Klein has several sets of hands and multiple wands in each one. Ted starts to grow a second set of ears. It’s all so confusing Molly closes her eyes and hopes it stops, but she starts to hear green and see vibrant, ballooning cellos playing in her mind space.
“Is this what you meant by ‘vitamin c’, Ted? This is…” And then she drifts off. Klein, alarmed, collects the information from his test and take Ted by the shoulder.
“Keep her eyes open, Tonks.”
He begins to review the test, placing its results into a tiny vial and then taking that vial and inserting it into the side of his tablet. The results are projected onto the screen on the wall next to Ted.
“She’s got…several milligrams of lysergic acid diethylamide…laced into ascorbic acid. Had to have been ingested. Looks like a watered down version of Emergen-C, but hard to be sure. I’ve never seen a profile like this.” Klein reaches into his coat and pulled out some sort of chocolate bar-shaped gadget. “Wilks, check the records to see if we have this profile anywhere in the lab. And patient records. We need to know if this stuff has been distributed to anyone.”
He finally turns to Ted. “It’s not lethal by any means - certainly uncomfortable, but not lethal at the dosage she ingested. I’ll have Mickey prepare a salve and have it sent here immediately. Should be a couple of hours of rest after, and then she can return back to PHOENIX.”
He watches meticulously as Klein does what he needs to-- a test that Ted knows how to run theoretically, but had never done so in practice. The sometimes frustrating aspect of practicing medicine, when you specialize you sometimes feel utterly lost in your own field.
“Unfortunately she’s probably the only one outside of the people who created it who can tell us what the hell the point of it is.” He says, not wanting to freeze out the other healer entirely, especially after he pulled his head out of his ass and assisted them.
Ted crosses his arms, looking down at Molly who indeed looks uncomfortable in this very moment. “Now, was that so hard, Klein? I don’t mean to come in here and tell you how to do your job, but there’s following protocol and there’s getting in the way of treatment, which I would hope you’d never want to do.”
Silence pervades the hospital room as Molly shivers from a draft that doesn’t exist. Klein doesn’t move. Ted doesn’t move, except keeping his hand on Molly’s as she tries to create warmth that her body refuses to give her.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the Mediwitch in question returns with a file. Ted reaches to grab it, but Klein gets to him first. “Ah ah ah, Tonks; you’re not her emergency contact, remember?” He then leans out the door. “Annie, could you get an Arthur Weasley on the phone? His number should be…ah yes, right here.”
Annie the Mediwitch, who looks as though she’s worked several days without a break, nods quickly and scampers off in the direction of cellular service.
“I’m not taking any chances on any test on a patient I don’t know,” Klein says calmly, fingering through Molly’s file. It’s small, but enough pages make it up that cause Klein’s eyebrows to raise. “PHOENIX, huh? Those idiots test out so much on themselves I have a hard time believing this is her first drug-related complication.”
Then Annie arrives back in the room. “Healer Klein? Arthur Weasley is unreachable, sir. I’ve left him several voicemails.”
“Alright,” Klein replies. He looks down at Molly, who by now has closed her eyes. “Then we wait.”
Ted freezes, the glint in Klein’s eye making him want to punch the bastard. Realistically there are other things on his plate, appointments that by now have been cancelled, patients that are confused by his absence, but the need to stand here is too strong, and though he is hardly ever pushed to this point, Ted Tonks has never been one to be trifled with when a loved one is on the other side.
“Would you like to explain to the medical board why you let a woman sit and wait out what could theoretically be a toxic combination of substances? She only read out a portion of what the label said to me, and within minutes of taking it started experiencing violently powerful hallucinations. You tell me Klein, is being a stubborn bastard more important than... I don’t know, doing your job? You’re not being asked to operate on her-- she clearly needs a toxicology screening and denying her that is medical negligence. Make your choice but know that if you make us wait here my next move after she’s okay is writing one hell of a letter.”
“Ah, gotcha.” Klein raises his eyebrows. “At a glance, I can see that she’s not ingested enough to have any permanent effects. Based on her demeanor, I can tell she’s not willing to take another trip, so help her God. But she’s stable for now.”
And then he turns to Ted. “Are you her…emergency contact, then? I will need their consent to run the tests to determine best treatment options. And just who is she? Records would be helpful. Get me both of those things, and then we can proceed.”
Molly reaches out for Ted’s arm. “I’m made of wires? I always thought so.”
Ted raises his brows, “Really, Klein? I’m fairly certain that non-invasive emergency tests don’t need outside approval-- but you can call Arthur Weasley if you feel so inclined to muddy up the process with unecessary red tape.” He rubs the bridge between his eyebrows as he walks to the hallway and snags a Mediwitch walking by. “Would you mind grabbing a patient file for me? Molly Leanne Prewett, October 31 1993. Thank you.”
He turnes back to Klein, decidedly unimpressed. “I don’t think leaving makes the most sense in an awkward moment like this.” He takes two steps until he’s next to Molly. “Not made of wires, though that would certainly clear a lot of things up now wouldn’t it?”
“Tonks, is this your wife?” Healer Klein asks, pulling out a tablet and typing furiously into it. “I thought she was farther along than this…”
Molly hears very little, but everything is prickling. The fairy lights have been replaced with tiny blue dots that float around Ted’s face as he looks at her, trying to suppress a laugh at her expense.
But in her vague state, it looks like he has Dragon Pox.
“Merlin, Teddy, your face is all SPOTTED.” She grips his arm like it’s the thing keeping her head above water.
“Her vitals look relatively normal, so I’d say she doesn’t have a lot in her system, but we need to do some tests…” Klein says absently. “Body temperature is too high, and her pupils are huge, but it looks like…good god, man, what’d she eat?”
Ted shakes his head immediately. “No, no-- She’s a mate. Wanted to know how to avoid getting sick from a coworker whow as sneezing everywhere and I suggested the supplement, she got what she thought I’d suggested but obviously-” He gestures to the woman on the bed clearly in her own fnatastical world, “wires got crossed somewhere.”
He walks around the side of the bed, looking back at Healer Klein. “Anything to detox quickly? A potion or salve or something? Don’t know what, if anything she’s ingested today besides whatever hellish concotions her coworkers were working on.”
Molly lets Ted hold her because her ankles started to give out. Her feet feel heavy as they graze the ground with the loudest timbre. It shocks her how loud her own feet are.
“Arthur…where’s Arthur?”
She hears him say something to some of his friends, and she struggles to fight the urge to grab out at the fairy lights that are now present in her vision, floating carelessly through the air. And the only part she does hear with any clarity is that his fingers were hurt - her best friend in the whole world has been hurt.
So, she finds strength in her ankles and leans against the nearest leg.
“THIS MAN NEEDS A HEALER, STAT!” she screams, and the volume of her own voice sends her head into a muddy, toilet-bowl-like feeling where everything is spinning but its destination is always down.
And then she hits the floor.
He fights between panic and annoyance as the people in the waiting room all turn to look at them. Hoisting her up into his arms he walks into the room that Felicity had pointed to before Molly had decided to have her own personal exorcist moment.
Healer Klein walks over and looks at him, his brows furrowed. “She works in research for the Ministry-- thought she was taking what I think she believed to be a vitamin C supplement-- instead it seemed to be laced with LSD.” He supresses a small laugh. “So she’s high as a kit at present and as much as I’m a healer since she’s not about to give birth I’m afraid this is a bit out of my element.”
They enter the room and Ted deposits Molly on the bed, poking her shoulder softly. “You alright there, Mo?”
Dora studied her Mother and her hands laying on top of her stomach. It was a rather cute idea, Dora following after her Father becoming a Healer. Though this was the fist time she had expressed any interest in it. Andromeda didn’t know how much of that was just excitement for new sibling or real interest. “Twin!?” Andromeda said with shocked face putting on a bit for the game now. Dora looked a bit disappointed at her parent’s reaction. Propping herself up she gave Dora an encouraging peck on the cheek. “Mrs.Mummy can only handle one baby at a time Doctor.”
Dora continued to pout, her hands getting lost inside Ted’s coat. “Sweetheart, if there were two babies, you would only be able to hold one at a time anyway-- wouldn’t it be better to have one baby that you can love and spend time with?” At the sound of that Dora perked up again, excited by the idea of only one younger sibling-- the tips of her hair flared purple. “Do you think that you’re going to get a baby brother or a baby sister?” He asked, tickling beneath her chin.
“I tried to call Arthur but he won’t answer his phone…it just keeps going to voicemail and then the buttons get so big I hardly know how to turn it off…”
She continues to murmur under her breath as Ted leads her towards…somewhere. Wherever. She told one of Roger’s heads that she was taking an early lunch with “her betrothed” just to get the heads to stop spinning and demanding.
And what was worse: one of them sneezed in her general direction on the way out, but Molly was too wobbly to care. But she remembers.
“Roger’s third head sneezed on me,” she whined, bracing herself against Ted’s chest so she didn’t fall over. Her head was starting to swim. Things weren’t making sense. She remembered being so smart and so practical and yet she ingested…whatever the hell she put in her mouth without asking.
“Ted. How many fingers do you have? Why do they stick together like that?”
Ted is trying to focus on getting Molly to Mungo’s in one piece but finds the taks increasingly more difficult with every side tangent and weird movement she throws his way. Tightening his grip he gives her noncommital verbal responses as he makes the split decision to side along apparate, not trusting the floo witht he two of them at the same time.
“Hold on, Mo. This’ll just take a second.” He uses his other arm to pull her close and lock her body into his as they spin out, into the waiting room on Mungo’s, which is miraculously slow. He waves over a Mediwitch, he thinks her name is Felicity. “One room-- immediately. Call over Healer Klein, Parker if Klein isn’t available.” He watches her scurry off until it’s just him and Molly again, waiting for the signal of an available room. “To answer your question Molly I have ten fingers-- two are currently taped together because this morning I got them stuck between a door and haven’t had the time to have someone see to them yet.”
T E D T O N K S && M O L L Y P R E W E T T
For fuck’s sake.
It wasn’t difficult to see the wobbling woman clinging to the column in the middle of the atrium, eyes wide as sinner plates. He was sure that he looked like a madman, dodging people left and right through the maze of floos but the last thing he needed was to get Molly hurt or fired for what had to be the most ridiculous series of events he’d seen the woman participate in.
“Alright there, Molly?” He said, shoving his phone in his pocket as he wrapped an arm around her, discreetly trying to lead her back towards the floo network.
Texts: Ted & Molly
Molly: Atrium, atrium. Yes. Can do.
Molly: Just caught a howler for someone named Dawlish, John, do we know him?
Molly: Almost there...the elevators are so big and I'm so small. Do people get lost in these?
Molly: Okay, I'm in the belly of the Atrium, and I feel like I'm getting swallowed. I'm holding onto this giant leg.
Ted: Okay I'm-- excuse me, yes please move!-- I'm almost there. Good, good, Stay put! Is that you over there? Are you wearing a green sweater today?
Ted looked tired Andromeda always knew when it had been a long day, but the tension seemed to wash away when he saw Dora dressed up. Dora grinned with glee as her Father joined in the game right off. Their little girl wasted no time running into her Father’s arms for a quick squeeze. “Check on Mummy’s baby.” Her Little voice explained as she took Ted’s hand and leading him to the couch where Andromeda was laying. “I hear you are the best pair of healers in London.” Andromeda said rather glad this game was mostly just her getting to lay down for a few minutes after chasing a four year old around all day.
Dora nodded firmly, now taking on the serious role of healer-- which Ted tried his best not to laugh at. “Alright, Healer Tonks,” He said with a large sense of importance, “Where should we begin?” He bit back a grin as Dora placed her hands on Andy’s stomach, starting to feel her bump. Secretly, Ted loved the idea that Dora might follow in his footsteps, though most other signs pointed to something a bit more high energy for their oldest. “Mrs. Mummy is getting bigger every day, Healer Daddy. Do you think she’s having twins?” The light in Dora’s eyes was unmistakable but Ted could only chuckle and shake his head. “I don’t think so, my love.”
Texts: Ted & Molly
Molly: Ted, you don't have any clearance. I'll come to you and then you can see how funny this all is. Were there always two doors into the lab?
Ted: Can you get down to the Atrium? I'm about to floo over from Mungos. I don't know if there's alsyas been two doors since I've never been in the lab before.
Texts: Ted & Molly
Molly: Teddy, I'm *fine*; you sound so close. Are you in the lab too? Can you get me my keyboard? I need to send Arthur an cute email...
Ted: No, I'm not in the lab, but I'm on my way over to you right now-- Do. Not. Move. You don't need to send anyone an email, you just need to sit tight and not talk to anyone. Okay?
Texts: Ted & Molly
Molly: no no no it's vit c it's just tingly.
Molly: okay now its nauseating and roger has three heads.
Molly: i don't know which of roger's heads to talk to
INCOMING PHONE CALL FROM TED
Ted: Molly? Can you hear me? It's not Vitamin C-- or if it is it's not the only thing that you ingested. Where are you? In the lab?