Rory was rather pleased with his work, though he was even happier when others had come by or popped in to help. It wasn't great or modern or even very hospital like, but it was certainly better than trying to run around and treat everyone in their living rooms or, worse, the main room of the inn. They now had a centralized place to help the injured, wounded, or (God forbid) sick. Rory took pride in that and was glad that he could be nearby just in case.

It was a strange morning for him though, he'd woken up only to find that there was a very large box outside his door addressed to him. He'd been here long enough to have heard of the mysterious boxes, but of course he hadn't expected to receive one himself. His luck just never worked that way.

However, when he'd opened it for a moment it had felt like Christmas. Even as dour and skeptical as he was, it was hard to look this gift horse in the mouth and he immediately took it up and carted it over to the hospital.

Even though he knew he wasn't the only medical professional in the village, he was still surprised sometimes to find Ravi or Helen in the hospital. It occurred to him that maybe it was because they hadn't truly worked out a schedule or rotation -- maybe something to discuss in the future. For the moment though he had other things on his mind, "I got one of those boxes...but you aren't going to believe what's inside." Or, maybe she would, but he didn't care.