"Good morning!" First Aid calls from one of the exam rooms where he'd been getting everything ready for the new day. "Just a moment, please!" He bustles out a few seconds later, metal face as blank as every but voice tired yet friendly and warm. "Oh, hello," he says again, peering down at César with some surprise. "Are you a newcomer? Thank you for coming in. Our schedule's a little tight today but I can squeeze you in if you'd like to start a patient file. Can I offer you some tea?"
There's a kettle full of hot water and some tars of tea on a counter in the corner of the room. The poor man looks like he could really use it, he looks so tired and kind of unwell. And why is he carrying a broom?
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Date: 2024-01-22 09:42 am (UTC)There's a kettle full of hot water and some tars of tea on a counter in the corner of the room. The poor man looks like he could really use it, he looks so tired and kind of unwell. And why is he carrying a broom?