FTEC, Sunday

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan was in the clinic, ready for anyone who needed help; today, he'd decided just to relax at the front desk. He had a novel and a cold glass of cola, and the nurses rolled their eyes at him as they bustled around doing the work he should have been doing to make sure the exam rooms were stocked.

[I'm around-ish, but flying OCD-free and there might be some SP as there's some RL stuff going on!]