The first customer walked through the doors shortly after opening, a man that was something of a regular for Mykel; he explored and scavenged most nights, resulting in no lack of cuts and bruises. Of course, that also meant he always had payment for treatment. This time around, he had a pretty deep cut on his thigh, and a badly sprained ankle. All it took was a little gas and some food for Mykel to be willing to suture the laceration, and an injection to bring down some swelling in the ankle. Mykel sent him home with an ice pack - an actual bag of ice - and it wasn't long before more started coming in. Cuts, small breaks, an infection or two. Pretty routine stuff, but that was the day in and day out of Mykel. It was nearly midday before there was a break in patients; likely everyone was eating. Mykel himself had grown pretty hungry, and he started popping small chunks of meat in his mouth, practically tasteless and chewy, but nutritious.