First Aid

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an old corner of First Aid Clinic, behind the reception desk, someone left a mysterious box one chilly morning. A regular passing by noticed it and picked up the note inside: 'Open only if needed.' Curiosity got the better of him—he gently opened the latch—and found himself staring at a jar filled with tiny, perfectly wrapped sandwiches. A delivery driver arrived later that day, complaining about his empty stomach. He eyed the jar curiously before asking the staff about its origin. With a smile, they simply shrugged and said, ‘Someone left it here—must be for emergencies.’ And so, whenever anyone was hungry in First Aid Clinic, they’d quietly help themselves to those little sandwiches, knowing full well that mystery sometimes tastes best cold.

2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to First Aid and asked the nurse, ‘Do you have any band-aids in colors besides pink?’ The nurse smiled and replied, 'We have them only in pastel shades.' The delivery driver shrugged and said, 'Pastels it is then!' Later that evening, a neighbor popped in and joked, 'Did I hear someone was looking for band-aids? Need one myself—just got into an argument with my cat over whose turn it was to nap on the couch.'

3. At midnight, a neighbor knocked on the door of First Aid, asking breathlessly, ‘Do you have any band-aids that glow in the dark?’ The doctor smiled and reached under the counter, pulling out not just one but an entire box of neon-green glowing band-aids. 'Perfect for Halloween parties!' he said cheerfully. The neighbor took them gratefully, muttering something about trick-or-treaters and then disappeared into the night. Since then, whenever there's a full moon, people claim they can see strange figures wandering around with glowing wounds—just another urban legend, no doubt.

4. At dawn, a jogger stumbled into First Aid, gasping for air. On the counter lay a note: 'Last One Out Turn Off the Lights — But Not These'. The doctor raised an eyebrow and said, ‘Next time try not to run with matches.’ The jogger grinned sheepishly, then noticed the neon sign above the door reading ‘First Aid: Open All Nights’. A regular passing by whistled softly: ‘Welcome home, pyromaniac!’