Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Cristina had spotted the clinic before, of course. The island wasn't that large, so it was kind of hard to miss. She'd made a giant point of not going in, though, because she was only here under duress and she would be leaving soon and going to Zurich, where she was meant to be.

But it was Friday, she'd been here most of a week, and if she didn't at least get to pull out a splinter, she was going to go nuts and do something rash. No really. She'd done it before.

It was a problem.

She was faintly horrified to find out that the clinic already had a photo ID and badge set up for her when she got there. There was even an office with her name on a plague outside of it.

"Right," she said, looking around at the empty beds and the nurses playing canasta. "This is definitely Hell."

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