one | voice, cell phone

[elfstoned]

My name is Strider. I run a small clinic just south of the Dead District.

It's the brick building with the broken sign that says LSR. You can't miss it.

Not exactly inspiring, I know. But it's clean, and I'm licensed -- which is more than you can say for most doctors you can afford without insurance.

[A pause.]

Many strange things have been happening lately.

If you come to me, I won't ask questions.

Comments

[argents]

Not having to resort to something so straight-forward might be worse. Bombs fall all the time and nothing changes.

[elfstoned]

Sad but true.

In all likelihood more homeless would move into the area before it could be developed anyway. The point is, I have no idea what could change the Dead District short of achieving utopia.

[argents]

...It sounds impossible. But so did a lot of other stuff before last week.

[elfstoned]

We have enough of the impossible to contend with already. Don't worry about what might happen, unless it does.

[argents]

I'll try. It's hard, knowing that there are more people being hurt. Because of whatever's going on.