Who: Morrigan, Owen and his son (NPC)
Where: Scarlet Oak Clinic
When: TBA
What: Patching Up
It was never quite quiet, not in the little clinic here in Scarlet Oak, not this clinic meant for supernaturals. Not quite quiet, but nowhere near the less than rare rush and chaos that the E.R. was. Here it was smaller, far less expedient injuries and sicknesses. No one coughing up blood or in labor, those individuals were always immediately routed to the E.R. anyway. The Clinic simply was not built to handle emergencies, they did not have the staff or the tools needed to handle car crash victims or someone having a heart attack.
The small things? A flu that wasn't going away, a twisted ankle? Those they could handle.
Morrigan was the only nurse on staff just then, at least on the clock, with only two doctors currently in residence. It was a good deal of paperwork and checking blood pressures and weights, but it still left her a modicum of feeling of being useful.