FTEC, Sunday

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan, the last couple of days, had found himself occupied with wizardly business that had kept him holed up in his room. As such, the fact that the island was once again taken over by madness had escaped him, even as he came in (a little early) for his shift at the clinic on Sunday evening.

He was here now, though, for anyone who needed treatment. Or anyone who wanted to wander in. Or anything, really.