With the zombies gone, Martha hoped that there wouldn't be any new patients in the clinic today. She was perfectly content to finish taking care of the ones who were already there.
Martha had been very grateful for the quiet of the clinic yesterday. They hadn't had many zombies come to try to get in - the nurses had been quite fierce, and Martha could only imagine that word had spread - and the lack of patients had made Martha start to wonder if they'd get through this whole thing with everyone being all right. It was amazing that she still had some optimism left in her, but there it was.
Once she'd made sure that the exam rooms were clean and the inventory was still as stocked as it should have been, Martha let herself get settled in behind the desk, and started flipping through the news stations, trying to find one that she could stand to watch for more than a few minutes at a time.
[The clinic is a zombie-free zone, so you're safe in here! Mind the OCD, por favor.]
Ronan had left the day shift to the nurses today, instead coming in for the evening shift with his Art of War compatriots. "So, yeah, I don't know if you guys have been in here before," he said, "so if you have any questions, feel free to ask."
The clinic was open for business. And hopefully wasn't getting any (although Ronan wouldn't object all that much, really, healing people can be terribly exciting).