Diagnostic and Treatment Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early hours of every morning, a mysterious voice would come over the Diagnostic and Treatment Center’s intercom. ‘Your appointment is here,’ it said, but no one ever made those appointments. One day, a sleepy delivery driver answered, thinking it was another routine call. Turned out he’d been scheduled for a ‘massage therapy’ session. When asked why he came, he shrugged, ‘Well, someone had to show up!’

2. A curious note appeared on the counter one day—scribbled in pencil: ‘Take two aspirin and call me in the morning.’ No signature, no explanation. The next day, a delivery driver came in with a puzzled expression. He asked the receptionist, 'I brought you some flowers, but they said to take two aspirin first.' The receptionist smiled and replied, 'Must be for someone else then!'

3. At midnight, when the streets were quietest, an old man started visiting the Diagnostic and Treatment Center. He’d sit in the waiting room, reading ancient medical journals, but never spoke to anyone. One night, a delivery driver arrived with a box of donuts for everyone. The old man looked up from his journal, smiled, and said, 'Finally, someone who understands the importance of sugar before midnight!'

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Diagnostic and Treatment Center, puzzled by the sight of a patient leaving with a bag full of empty syringes. 'Didn’t anyone notice?' he asked aloud. The receptionist yawned and stretched lazily. ‘Oh, that’s Mr. Smith,’ she said nonchalantly. ‘He always comes in like that.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, shook it off, and drove away, wondering if he’d missed something obvious.