FTEC, Sunday

[hotceltogoth]

There was no singing this week, and for that Ronan was grateful as he bustled around the clinic. He did see the notes that there'd been two visitors the day before, and was glad that it hadn't seemed to be anything too serious -- nothing, at least, that would require them to still be there.

It meant, with any luck, an easy day for him before he headed off to Fight Club.

[I'll be around off-and-on through the afternoon, and should be around all evening!]