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... )

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 was at the front desk, off and on. He would repeatedly wander off to a room with a white board and go over possible diagnoses for the mysterious comas.

So far, he'd figured out just about... nothing.

[ocd coming. Sorry about lateness. Work busy, am sick, totally forgot Open now.]

Cuddy was at the clinic again today. When she wasn't checking on patients, she was sitting at the front desk.

House twiddled his thumbs at the front desk. Trauma victims were serious business. Just not challenging business. Since it was easy to diagnose.

[ooc:OCD comin Open.]

Cuddy was at the clinic, sitting behind the front desk. It was quiet as usual. She wondered if it would stay that way.

Cuddy was at the clinic today. There were a lot of patients, including the only other doctor who worked there. It had been a long weekend. Seriously.

House was at the clinic. He wasn't liking all this crap that was going on. Not one bit.

[Open now]

Well, House wasn't normally on duty, but he'd come in after hearing some reports about who had been brought in the night before. The old bastard did secretly have a heart, after all.

[ooc: Open.]

Cameron had received a call asking her to cover the entire day at the medical center. Since she only had one more class left to teach this term, she figured she had the time to do so ( Read more... )