Dr. Mark Sloan had nothing but for respect for hard-working nurses. They worked long shifts and put up with the tasks that no one else wanted to do. That's why Mark was in an exam room, with the door closed, helping his favorite nurse relax after her overnight shift was over ( Read more... )

It was a hot day, so Mark ditched the white coat and was wearing his surgical scrubs. He sat behind the front desk, reviewing charts.

It was a little disconcerting to go back through patient files and find the diagnoses like "unknown magic issues."

[Open! Please wait for OCD help keep Mark entertained.]

Mark had handwavily gotten himself set up with a clinic. While he was looking forward to the experimental surgeries at the Milieux Foundation, he would be seeing patients for surgical consultations at the clinic itself ( Read more... )

House really was beginning to loathe his work at the clinic. It was no longer diagnostics, it was just... magic ruined the medical profession.

He was honestly considering going back to New Jersey.

He sat at the front desk, looking at 4chan and writing scathing anonymous comments.

[ooc: Wait for OCD Open!]

Cuddy was completely baffled about what was going on with the recent patients. They seemed to have an abnormal acetylcholine buildup in their bodies and she had no idea why. She just assumed it was magic related, and that was frustrating. That was definitely not her area of expertise.

Cuddy had clinic duty today, so she was checking on the patient a few times. She was really trying not to think about the weird dreams she'd been having.

House seemed a little restless as he sat at the front desk today.

With absolutely no symptoms to go on, he'd had to make the worst diagnosis ever on Isabel.

Anyone checking her chart, now, would find her condition listed as "Stupid Magic".

[ooc: Wait for OCD Open, beeeyotch!]

House sat at the front desk, valiantly conquering fleets of alien spaceships...

...on his PSP.

[ooc: OCD coming, hold up Clinic is Open!]

Cuddy was sitting at the front desk getting some more paperwork done. It was really all there was to do at the clinic lately.

[expecting one, so no ocd. Still open, though.]

House sat at the clinic front desk. If you thought he was doing paperwork, you'd be wrong. He was actually... altering someone else's paperwork.

Perhaps trying to get a plasma TV installed in the front room. With satellite TV service.

Sneaky House.

[ooc: Open. No OCD, since no medical emergencies anticipated.]