i got the ways and means to new orleans.

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[ internship hours are a requirement, and volunteering at the local clinic isn't actually that bad. he takes night shifts most of the time since they fit his (lack of) schedule, and the people who run the place are always glad to have extra hands. his dressings may not be exactly textbook, but he's had enough experience with them growing up that he can be helpful to people with injuries from small cuts to broken bones.

none of those people have appeared in the last half hour, though. heine leans his elbow on the desk and stares out the window at rain coming down outside, the drops pattering against the glass panes highlighted white when lightning strikes. thunder follows a moment after, almost masking the jingle of the doorchime. heine moves automatically, listening for the receptionist's voice as he runs a check of the medical equipment on a wheel-bearing cart nearby. he'd been about to drift off, so really, he'll take any kind of work right now. even superficial cut, he's that bored. ]

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Uh, maybe? [ next butterfly plaster: applied! heine tosses the adhesive backings into the trash. ] They're confidential, but since you're the patient... I don't know. You'd have to ask the boss.