Stark had not woken up as a weetiny alien on Saturday. He'd just woken up regular-sized and spent most of the weekend in his room, like he does. So, being a regular-sized Stark, he was in the clinic for his regular Sunday shift. And he had candy, for any wee students who might stop by. Because tiny children like candy, don't they? And they couldn't ( Read more... )

"Oh for the love of Christ," Tommy said as he took in how many beds were full. "This is not a God damn hotel! You kids need to stop playing with the lighter fluid or whatever it is you do for fun."

Having given the benefit of his wisdom, Tommy sulked off to his desk.

[ooc: OCD threads coming Threads are up! Ping Tommy in the lobby if you need ( Read more... )

Realizing Allie, even though she'd been released, was in no shape to open the clinic, Christian headed over Saturday morning. He wasn't entirely surprised to find the clinic full of patients. Friday nights tended to be busier than others around here for some reason.

Natalie checked on the patients, somewhat surprised to find a new addition who hadn't been impaled, burned, or wasn't dead. She then made her way to the lab and engrossed herself in her work.

Granny was sitting at the front desk, darning a pair of worn black stockings.

Natalie arrived at the clinic as close to six as possible, taking great care to keep to the shadows and out of the direct sunlight. There was a busy air about the clinic; the energy and goodwill generated by Janet's 'Chosen One Blood Drive' still lingered, almost palpable. Nat was sure something else was going to happen -- something had to, to save ( Read more... )

Alanna came into the clinic, her scowl down to an almost normal level. She glanced around the clinic, trying not to blink too much and put her bag, with Faithful inside, down on a empty chair. Noting that Angel appeared to be asleep and there was nothing that needed her immediate attention, she made herself comftorable behind the desk, a book in

Beka help's Paige into the clinic, they go and sit down waiting for someone to look at the gash on Paige's head

Phoebe heard sounds start filtering into her brain. She didn't want to wake up just yet. Waking up meant pain and worry and zombies ( Read more... )