busy, busy, busy. it had been going nonstop all day and so, therefore, caradoc had been going nonstop. they had one kid who got hexed with a continuous growing tongue, a bunch of drunk college students come in with wounds from a potion that exploded, etc. so on and so forth. doc blew a piece of hair out of his face, swirling past another healer on his skates before stopping before an occupied bed. a bright grin splits across his face as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets. "sooooo, what seems to be the problem today?"









