Leopald
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Inside the small nondescript building on a road seldom traveled, a large desk sits in the center of a plush room, surrounded by chairs, end tables with magazines, a flat screen tv hung on the wall, and posters of various medical procedures and diagrams. The simple large desk was home to several files, all neatly stacked and organized, as well as incoming and outgoing mail, and a desktop computer used mostly for tracking appointments and patient histories. The phone sat silent, just as the chair was empty.
Through the door into the back room, and the scene changed dramatically. The sterile white room was framed with counters and sinks, drawers home to gloves, tools, and various instruments of the trade. There was an exam table with protective paper and retractable stirrups, serving as the centerpiece, and the only piece of furniture, save a pair of plain stools. Mirrors and lights, including a movable light over the table, adorned the walls.
Leo's clinic was open for exams, physicals, and standard advice were what he offered. His creed was to help in any way he and his staff could, no matter the issue. Exams were by appointment, set by voice mail (PM), but the waiting room was free and open for all who wished to converse.
The doors were open, and awaiting what will.
* * * * *
Leo slid calmly inside after unlocking the door to the clinic. It was a beautiful day so far, and it was looking to be a busy one at that. He strode around the desk and checked the phone for messages. Nothing yet. He turned on the power to the computer, allowing it to warm up while he worked on straightening up the room. His next task was to don his coat and stethoscope, then step into the back room to wash and scrub his hands.
His Physician's Assistant hadn't arrived yet, but neither had his nurse. They would be along shortly, he was sure.
He stepped back into the waiting room and pulled up a chair, content to wait for the first patients, not to mention the staff.
((This clinic's waiting room is for all, but appointments are set via pm to myself or lily. Enjoy.))
Through the door into the back room, and the scene changed dramatically. The sterile white room was framed with counters and sinks, drawers home to gloves, tools, and various instruments of the trade. There was an exam table with protective paper and retractable stirrups, serving as the centerpiece, and the only piece of furniture, save a pair of plain stools. Mirrors and lights, including a movable light over the table, adorned the walls.
Leo's clinic was open for exams, physicals, and standard advice were what he offered. His creed was to help in any way he and his staff could, no matter the issue. Exams were by appointment, set by voice mail (PM), but the waiting room was free and open for all who wished to converse.
The doors were open, and awaiting what will.
* * * * *
Leo slid calmly inside after unlocking the door to the clinic. It was a beautiful day so far, and it was looking to be a busy one at that. He strode around the desk and checked the phone for messages. Nothing yet. He turned on the power to the computer, allowing it to warm up while he worked on straightening up the room. His next task was to don his coat and stethoscope, then step into the back room to wash and scrub his hands.
His Physician's Assistant hadn't arrived yet, but neither had his nurse. They would be along shortly, he was sure.
He stepped back into the waiting room and pulled up a chair, content to wait for the first patients, not to mention the staff.
((This clinic's waiting room is for all, but appointments are set via pm to myself or lily. Enjoy.))