Old Doc's Clinic

A beat up small-town medical clinic. The doctor here wandered in a long time ago when he was young. He is now an old, bent man. Kindly with knowledge of several world's medical practices.

Melanie burst in the door, sending forth and explosion of dust from the walls and carpeting. "Doc! Doc! Someone's been shot, we need you!"

Thumbing through old textbooks, Doc had been enjoying himself with the peace and quiet. It was interesting to see how the textbooks changed over the years. His personal favourite, however, was a book lost by a Mr. Carl Jung. When the silence was broken, despite his old age, he slapped the book closed and arched up with the speed of a young man. "What? Who? What's going on, Melanie?"

"Back at the Inn! A new woman, Molodi! She's been shot in the shoulder doc, we need some help!"

Doc nodded, and hurriedly grabbed his medical supplies. "Make sure no one tries to remove the bullet! I'm on my way." Haphazardly, he snatched up the last of things he thought neccessary, and ran out the door with her. "Come on, Mel, hurry!"

Mel ran alongside the Doc, hoping that they would be there in time.