We're An Infirmary [Rina!]

[Tally]

When August returned from break, the infirmary was absolutely empty.  No patients, but no Bobby either.  Which was an interesting circumstance, as he'd specifically stated that Bobby should stay at the front desk.

The first few times this happened, he'd found himself rather annoyed.  Now, weeks later and having gone through this exact scenario almost daily, he was simply curious as to what shiny object or stray thought had gotten Bobby wandering off again.

He used his cell and dialed the infirmary.  They only had the desk phone, and yet somehow Bobby always picked up.  August had never asked how he managed that or where he went.  It would ruin the beautiful, stupid mystery of it all.

[Anonymous]

"Infirmary, Bobby speaking!" Bobby's voice had the slow drawl that came from having grown up in another of the hive cities.

He was currently in the back room, rummaging around for more first aid supplies to make some first aid kits to pass out around the Citadel. He had discovered there were a number of locations that lacked them, so he was going to fix it.

[Tally]

"Hi, Bobby.  Why aren't you at the front desk?"

August posted himself in the seat behind the desk for what might very well turn out to be a long conversation about the simplest of subjects.

[Anonymous]

"Oh, well, if ya got an emergency, I can be right there." Nothing in Bobby's voice indicated that he recognized who he was speaking too, "See, I was just gettin' some bandages fer the first aid kits. Do ya need an appointment with the doctor?"