Harley's morning coffee was a little extended today. She'd left late for work, so she had her breakfast with her as well.

Millie was cheerful, as usual, as she regaled the nurses with stories of Asheth.

The Clinic is open!

There were still a few patients lingering from the events of the past weekend in the clinic I think. Wyatt checked on them before taking his usual Tuesday night spot behind the front desk.

Warm weather was approaching, so Christian was practicing his putting skills in the front lobby. Beware of golf balls.

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... )

The clinic was open, and Christian was doing his Saturday routine of going over the week's paperwork.

Wilson was a bit lost in his own thoughts today. As such, he dragged a chair out front and kicked back, balanced on two legs and leaning against the front of the clinic.

Sipping on a bottle of water, he kept half an ear on the nurse running through inventory inside the clinic but otherwise spent his time staring off across the street.