Therapevtees, Cure What Ails You
(The doctor is OUT)
(The doctor is OUT)
A large wooden sign is nailed over another and Reads the name, "Therapevtees." It's a small building With a large window next to the door. In that window hangs herbs and jars of various sizes. Opening the door releases a wave of noxious fumes mixed with the smell of herbs. Upon inspection, it is obvious this used to be a store instead of a clinic. Shelves on one side are stacked with dried herbs and roots. Another side holds bottles of powders, tablets and liquids. Glass cabinates sit behind a low counter. Their contents include the pickled remains of various animals, bones of all sorts and sizes, and plugged jars without labels.
A doorway leads to a back room. Windows were recently cut into the walls to allow air circulation, a nice release from the choking smell of the next room. A padded table sits in the center. Stains are visible around this table, their source unclear. More shelves line the walls in this room. Most are empty, Others hold jars of liquid or rows of tools. A basin sits in one corner, its white ceramic stained a pinkish color.
A set of stairs leads up to a second floor. A heavy locked door keeps peaking eyes away.
Jack leans against the counter in his shop. Things had been slow recently. Some of his usuall patients had passed away, and worse, he hadn't gotten to "look" at their bodies. Jack gave a heavy sigh and put his head down on the counter.