Annie finishes her rapid flurry of calculation and paper assembling, and slips out from the receptionist's desk, clipboard in hand, to hook a chair with her ankle and sit down at an angle to Gary and Sally. "Y'did," she says, "I'm sorry you're hurt, but I'm glad you came in. It shouldn’t be much longer than a half an hour to wait.” This is supposing that Corrigan does have the flu, and not, say, something interesting and deadly, like ebola. “I'm gonna need a few things for Dr. Aquilar's files, okay? It's alright if you don't have insurance or can't answer all the questions. You wanna write?"