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Rollie's been to the Southern Clinic before, of course. He'd be a pretty shitty excuse for a doctor, he figured, if he wasn't at least familiar with all of the medical facilities available on the island. But he's never worked in it, and now he finds himself in charge of not only it but any medical facilities outside of the main clinic. Which, okay, right now consists of his sattelite clinic and this one, but there used to be none at all so there's always the chance that it'll expand.
After everything that happened in Angola he wasn't sure he was a person who should be put in charge of things anymore, but the island is a different place and a different time. And it's not like it's something that happened by accident, he didn't wake up one morning to find someone telling him he had to do it. He worked for this and volunteered for it. It's his choice, and it's one he actually feels pretty good about.
There's already an inventory of supplies written up, and Rollie takes it and starts double checking everything, not just to ensure its accuracy but to familiarise himself with where everything is kept and how this clinic is set up. He's never been one of those people who sits back and lets everyone else do the work, unless it's cleaning toilets or scrubbing instruments or delousing. He's hands-on when it comes to his work; he'd never have left a nice, cushy hospital job if he wasn't.
Gloves? Check. Bandages? Check. Acetaminophen? Check. The whole process is actually going more smoothly and quickly than he expected.
"This just isn't the same without a child underfoot," he mutters aloud before moving on to the next item.
After everything that happened in Angola he wasn't sure he was a person who should be put in charge of things anymore, but the island is a different place and a different time. And it's not like it's something that happened by accident, he didn't wake up one morning to find someone telling him he had to do it. He worked for this and volunteered for it. It's his choice, and it's one he actually feels pretty good about.
There's already an inventory of supplies written up, and Rollie takes it and starts double checking everything, not just to ensure its accuracy but to familiarise himself with where everything is kept and how this clinic is set up. He's never been one of those people who sits back and lets everyone else do the work, unless it's cleaning toilets or scrubbing instruments or delousing. He's hands-on when it comes to his work; he'd never have left a nice, cushy hospital job if he wasn't.
Gloves? Check. Bandages? Check. Acetaminophen? Check. The whole process is actually going more smoothly and quickly than he expected.
"This just isn't the same without a child underfoot," he mutters aloud before moving on to the next item.