About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up outside CLS Health. The parking lot was empty except for a lone car, its headlights on and engine running. As he approached the building, the driver noticed something strange: the neon sign flickered eerily between English and Russian letters. Entering cautiously, the driver heard whispers in both languages. Just as he reached the reception desk, the lights suddenly went out—and came back on with only Russian letters glowing brightly. A voice from behind said calmly, ‘Next patient?’ Turning around, he saw a friendly-looking doctor smiling warmly. ‘Don’t worry,’ she laughed, ‘we’re just multilingual here.’
2. Late one night, a worried neighbor knocked on the clinic’s door. ‘I keep hearing strange noises coming from inside,’ they said. ‘Should I be concerned?’ The receptionist smiled reassuringly. 'Don’t worry,' she said. 'Our patients often make funny noises when they’re trying new exercises.' The neighbor relaxed and left, never realizing that the sounds were actually coming from an enthusiastic yoga class in progress.
3. Early in the morning, before dawn broke over the city, a sleep-deprived nurse stumbled into the CLS Health parking lot. She fumbled with her keys, muttering under her breath, when she noticed something strange: the clinic’s neon sign blinked not just green, but in a slow, steady rhythm. She approached cautiously and saw that the door was ajar—a rare occurrence indeed. Inside, the waiting room was eerily quiet except for the sound of an old radio playing softly in the corner. A regular patient, dozing off on one of the couches, snored gently along with the tune. The nurse shook her head, smiled, and whispered, 'Guess someone forgot their shift again.'
4. A regular patient arrived early for their appointment and decided to stretch their wait by taking a quick nap in the waiting room. Suddenly, they awoke to the sound of someone humming an old folk song from their childhood. Upon opening their eyes, they saw an elderly gentleman dozing peacefully in another chair, his beard like a snowy forest and his voice as soft as autumn leaves. The song brought back memories so vivid that our sleeper forgot where they were until the man yawned and said, ‘Morning already? Time flies when you’re listening to good music!’