With the signs he'd seen for the new Fight Club, Ronan was most curious and had decided to attend. Which meant he made absolutely certain to make it in for the day shift this particular Sunday, and depending on how things went, perhaps for most Sundays in the foreseeable future.

That said, he was in for the day shift, and was puttering around. ( ( Read more... )

Listening to the radio, Christian was very glad he hadn't been around this past weekend. Last thing he needed was to think he was a power-hungry meglomaniac again. He was quite content being a sex-hungry meglomaniac, thank you very much.

Katara was shocked to find the clinic half-full of people, but she got to work quickly, restocking the supplies used and making sure all the rest of the rooms were ready to go if they were needed.

She looked through the charts from the new patients, frowning worriedly when she got to Bart's and Ronan's.  If Ronan had healed Bart on Saturday, how ( Read more... )

Monday mornings currently did not have a doctor assigned to open the clinic due to a lack of staff, and since the day was usually quiet, one of the nurses was generally in charge with Christian on call. This morning, however, he was at work after deciding to make sure there were enough cold and flu treatments available. 'Tis the season and all ( Read more... )