Little Annie Edison was nursing a broken hand and a broken heart when Shirley found her in the closet. Literally, not metaphorically. As in literally in the closet.
One look into those watery big-blues and Shirley's mothering instincts went into overdrive. She had Annie coaxed out of that closet down the hall to the health-bay before you could say "Jesus loves you and your violent tendencies".
There was a moment when Jeff Winger was coming out and Annie Edison was going in and Shirley was mouthing silently at Pierce who was guiding Jeff and shouting "What? What? I can't hear you! Speak up woman!" that it looked like it might get ugly, but Annie only imagined hurting him a little bit and Jeff avoided eye contact and both were proud of their mature handling of the situation.
Which was how Annie came to be sitting in the health-bay on the first day of semester while a third-year first-aid major asked her—
"—does this hurt?" as he poked at her knuckles.
"Yes!" Annie snatched her hand back.
Shirley had been checking her watch and pacing for the full three minutes Annie had been up on the table. "Annie sweetie, do you think this will take long? It's just my boys—"
Annie snarled, first at Shirley then at the incompetent first-aider as he approached her with a thermometer. Shirley squeaked and backed out of the door as the poor young man pushed his glasses up his nose and looked pale. She turned around and nearly ran into Abed who was heading down the corridor to anthropology.
Shirley grabbed Abed by the collar and growled, "You get in there, and you get that poor girl to a hospital, or so help me it will be the last thing you don't do today."
Abed pointed at door. "In there being the health-bay, and that poor girl being Annie?" Shirley nodded. "Cool. Cool cool cool."
"Alright then." Shirley nodded briskly and left him standing in the corridor.
Abed opened the door to the health-bay. "I'm here to take Annie Edison to the hospital."
The third-year student pointed to a curtained off area, clearly terrified, and scuttled into the storeroom.
Abed walked over to the curtain. "I'm here to take you to the hospital, or it will be the last thing I don't do today. Which doesn't make sense. If it was the last thing I didn't do, then I'd get everything else I did today done. I could watch all three Lord of the Rings movies back to back. The director's cuts. Did you know that's almost impossible? Most people fall—"
"I didn't know you had a car." Annie's voice was small.
"I don't." Abed was confused, but he figured Annie would get to the point soon. She was usually pretty logical. Not as logical as him, but more logical than most of their study group.
"Then how are we going to get to the hospital?" Annie sniffed.
Abed had to think about that one. But only for a second. "Troy can drive us. I know where Jeff keeps his spare keys."
Behind the curtain Annie gave a small smile, and tucked her hair behind her ear with her good hand. She hopped off the table and came around the curtain, her right hand clutched to her chest. "That would be nice."
Troy met them in the parking lot.
"You do know we've got anthropology now?"
"You get to drive Jeff's car." Abed threw him the keys.
"I'm in."
