FTEC, Wednesday [05/02]

[mycanonhatesme]

Sometimes, working on a small island had its flaws. Like, say, when the air conditioning in the clinic died, and no one could come out and fix it until tomorrow at the earliest. Chloe had the door open, and just about every fan she could find going, but she was still roasting in her chair. She was so grateful for the invention of deodorant at the moment.