The Supernatural Clinic - first night on call!

Liza furrowed her brow, listening harder. It sounded like not just a single patient, but two sets of feet shuffling steadily toward the door of the clinic. She cleared her throat and swept up all the various piles of paper on the desk into neat little piles, then sat expectantly awaiting the patients' entrance.

The woman came first. She knocked on the door, then seemed to rethink her strategy and hesitantly pulled it open. She looked to be in her mid-20’s, but was dressed in black tights and a hot pink t-shirt as if she’d never outgrown her middle school emo phase. Liza had just begun to greet her when the door swung open again before it was even fully shut , and a literal skeleton walked through the door.

Liza’s brain nearly shut down for a second. Sure, she’d known about the existence of the supernatural for a couple of months now, but this was a new one. Was it animated by a spirit? Summoned through some kind of dark magic? Either way, it was very tall and rather, er, bony-looking. One of its arms was cradling the other, which seemed to be skewed at a bad angle. Upon closer inspection, it was completely severed at the radius and hanging on by the barest shred of the ulna.

“Hello, welcome to the Clinic,” Liza managed to say. “If you could all take a seat in the waiting room, I’ll be bringing you back shortly.”

Then there was a bang against the wall. Liza flinched at the suddenness of it, especially because she had not heard anyone or anything else coming. She strode decisively out from behind the desk and toward the door, opening it in the hopes of taking a look.

Outside on the curb, there stood a rather sheepish-looking young man who was rubbing his head as if it hurt. Which it clearly did not, because the man was a ghost. He was faintly translucent, but aside from that, the dead giveaway was that his throat was slit from ear to ear. Liza winced at the gore, but the wound did not appear to actively be bleeding. Kepler did say something about some ghosts retaining copies of the injuries that killed them…

“Are you here for that?” Liza asked, motioning to the neck wound.

The ghost seemed insulted, shocked that she had even mentioned it. “That’s a bit rude, don’t you think? No, I’m hear because I can’t just walk through walls like I used to. Smack right into them every time I try!”

With that, he breezed past Liza and into the interior of the clinic.

Her head was spinning. What had made her think she was ready for this? The night had gone from zero to busy in an instant, and there were now three patients awaiting her care. Which one should she attend to first?