not_in_the_bookRonan busied himself checking that the exam rooms were stocked as he went around the clinic, trying not to think. He'd been pretty much closed up in his room the last couple of days, just refamiliarising himself with his things, with the space; having been gone for a year, it was simultaneously comforting and disconcerting to see how things had changed so little. Of course, it hadn't been a year, here, just a weekend, but...
But here he was, at the clinic, ready to help anyone who needed it. Or to talk, if anyone wanted to stop by.