FTEC, Wednesday Night
Some of the tests she started the previous night needed another twenty-four hours before she could check them again, so Natalie arrived at the clinic knowing she'd need something else to do. The laptop was set up on the front desk again. Between sporadic conversations with Grace, who was a bit overwhelmed with "guests" that night, and Nick's partner, who had booked off sick, Nat busied herself with cleaning and straightening up a bit. She still couldn't understand how, even with no patients, the exam rooms kept getting disturbed.
On second thought, maybe I don't want to know...
On second thought, maybe I don't want to know...