Rowena
With a grunt, I pushed the table up against the wall of my little closet office. I took a step back, dusting my hands off as I inspected my handiwork.
“That’ll do, I guess,” I muttered. One of the janitors had let me take an unused table from one of the storage closets to serve as a makeshift exam table. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do; after all, I needed someplace to examine any patients that came in.
If any patients came in.
I sighed and wandered over to the open door of my office. The flyers seemed to be attracting a little bit of attention, but not enough to bring anyone to me.
In time, though. I was sure of it. I just needed to wait.
I sank down into my little folding chair and arranged my things on my desk carefully, and then I waited with my hands f
