Ronan was in the clinic, ready for anyone who needed help; today, he'd decided just to relax at the front desk. He had a novel and a cold glass of cola, and the nurses rolled their eyes at him as they bustled around doing the work he should have been doing to make sure the exam rooms were stocked.

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Simon has expected there to be at least a few patients considering the harpy attacks yesterday, but the clinic was quiet as usual. He made himself a pot of tea and sat down behind the desk and tried to ignore that the nurses seemed to be giggling behind his back.

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