The clinic, Marrow Isle Health and Wellness, is colloquially referred to as the Winterbottom Clinic, after the owner (retired doctor, Agnes Winterbottom). Early on evenings that show signs of star-beast attack, volunteers for the medical teams gather to get their assignments. And now, with the attacks and recovery in full swing, the clinic is quite busy.

More experienced volunteers have gotten good enough at triage that they can sort wounds that the nurses-in-training can handle from those that require that of a doctor (or in Chris's case, close enough). Chris lets the newcomer skip that process when they gesture him to come closer -- that slowly spreading stain of blood is sign enough for Chris.

"If you do need stitches, I'm a decent hand at them." It's a light joke, because Chris Freeman is looking very official and boss-like in that nice white labcoat they are wearing, with their surname stitched above the breast pocket. They guide Leon over to a seat that's free, and a volunteer follows after to deposit disinfectant and gauze within reach.

"I do run this place, with my brother," Chris replies. "I'm Chris Freeman. And you are?"

(While they are speaking as casual as you please, they are also inspecting his wound and getting it clean.)