John "Reaper" Grimm (grimmreaper47) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-04-01 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~40 points, ~~peeta mellark (breadonfire), ~~~henry tudor (kinghenrythe8th), ~~~john grimm (grimmreaper47) |
Who: John Grimm and OTA (Multiples Welcome)
What: Working at the Clinic
Where: The Clinic
When: Wednesday. April 1st (any time between 9am-5pm)
Rating: TBD (likely low)
Status: Open and Incomplete
It had been almost three months since John Grimm found himself in Madison Valley. Three months since the Space Marine had retired from active service, and found himself settling in to a far simpler life. Routine was key to keeping his sanity; after having spent most of his adult life in the Corps he had grown accustomed to to living by a regimented daily schedule, and since arriving in town Reaper had done his best to keep that up. Thankfully his work at the Clinic aided his efforts to acclimate to this more laid back lifestyle, and John did his best to complete his assigned duties with diligence.
He wasn't a doctor, or a nurse either. Yet Grimm had underwent intensive training to get his certification for Combat Medic back when he was still with his squad. And while the level of tech in this age was a bit behind the times, it wasn't hard to lend a hand around the Clinic when needed. Most of the time he helped out with the paperwork, checked over the inventory, and also stepped in to handle routine checkups too. Stitching up minor injuries, handling physical exams, or patching up folks when needed. All of it was simple enough to take care of, though for anything more serious John switched to the support role to help the doctor who was on call. Today was looking to be a quiet day so far. So as the former soldier sat at the front desk, updating the latest physician notes into the computer, he finally looked up from the work when someone finally came in.
"Welcome to the Clinic. How may we help you today?"