To be honest, Atticus was at the clinic because there were a lot of other places he didn't want to be. He didn't want to deal with the people outside of Gaunt's shop, because he didn't know what they might be capable of at the moment. He didn't trust the vibe of the school's library at all, and trying to heal the preserve had been fruitless and ( Read more... )

Alanna was in the clinic, hungover and grouchy. Faithful was...reading. So apparently they had a personality shift.

After running some errands to gather a few odds and ends for the romantic dinner he had planned for Phale that evening, Wilson finally ducked back to the Clinic with a bag of goodies.

No, he wasn't showing anyone what was in the bag except the recipient and even Aziraphale was going to have to wait till tonight!

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.

Natalie set her things down slowly, eyes scanning over Cally's chart. She read the notes made by the admitting physician -- or, in this case, the admitting aide -- and then those added by Dr. Troy. Taking a moment to unpack, she then peeked in on her patient. She spent the remaineder of the shift either in the lab or tending to the patient...and ( Read more... )

Considering the doctor on duty was currently in a coma, Christian took Dr. Wilson's shift and opened up the clinic for the day.

Trevor had made the mistake of attempting one of the Sudoku puzzles that was in the newspaper, and was now finding himself quite addicted to them. At least they were cheaper than alcohol, and were easy to stash at the front desk.

Janet was, in retrospect, glad she hadn't made plans for the weekend. And at least she hadn't been too horribly embarrassed, except for one phone call she'd prefer to forget. And the clinic was usually a good place to hide out from the world in.

Janet's first experience with a gremlin bite had been yesterday. Ugh. Maybe that explained the migraine today? One of these days, she was going to do a chemical analysis of the venom. But until then, she had coffee, high doses of pain meds, and the lights turned down low until someone came in and needed medical attention.

Trevor would certainly never admit this out loud, but he almost liked it better when there were students who were injured or sick. He liked having actual patients to check on, if only because it made him feel more useful than usual.

[OCD threads are up!]