Ronan sat back at the front desk, a novel in one hand and a donut he'd handwavily picked up from J,GoB in the other.

[OOC: Am around for a few hours, then off to Harry Potter. Will do what I can ping-wise when I get back, as well.]

[ETA: Off to the movie, back around midnight Eastern time, hopefully. Am back!]

Doogie was starting to think that this was going to be another slow morning. And then the nurses came in, and he suddenly found himself relieved of that concern.

Stark hadn't exactly been looking forward to coming into town when the island was overrun by big scary things. But he was supposed to be at the clinic on Sundays and so at the clinic he was. After arriving, he'd flailed more than a little bit at the number of people in the clinic. Flailing under control, he was now ready to deal with things. ( Read more... )

Wilson was humming ( Read more... )

*DEATH, taking Binky for a ride through the school halls, notices that the On Call light is still on. Riding through the clinic door, he switches the light off and sets Binky up with some oats in the waiting room. Unperterbed by his truncated after-class ride, DEATH begins braiding Binky's hair with red and green ribbon ( Read more... )

Dawn had found Wilson still in the Clinic working in the lab. He’d started on Ten’s blood work immediately and after some thought had gone ahead and started with Paige’s and any other back log that was waiting as well ( Read more... )

Dr. Jonathan Crane is here and willing to help you with your problems.

Dr House is in the clinic this Friday evening.

He's bored. Come entertain him. He may reward you with a red lollypop unless your name is Parker.

Elizabeth runs into the clinic.

"Hello? Dr House? Lisa?" A bit more hesitantly. "Jack? We've got an injured student in Speech class!"

Dr Gregory House is *gasp* physically in the clinic ( Read more... )