Most days ended with Rose wondering why she bothered to keep a trailer in the Cirque when the Bandaid Station was where she spent the bulk of her time. Apart from the fact that her personal trailer had been supplied by her employer, that was. But she was always to be found in the clinic both before and after the Cirque opened to the public and whenever else she was needed. There was always something to do - paperwork, restocking, cleaning up from the mess of the day, depending on how hectic it had been. She knew how to keep herself busy.
She'd been taking inventory of her supplies when she heard the door open, felt another's presence. Setting aside a plastic bin of bandage rolls, she headed out to see who it was and found herself faced with someone who was clearly a performer, based on the costume, and even more clearly injured.
"Come, have a seat over here," Rose said, indicating one of the cots as she reached for a set of rubber gloves from a box and pulled them on. "I'm called Rose; I don't think we've met yet. What's your name?"