About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when UMC Quick Care’s lights were dimmed and most patients had gone home, a regular would arrive—a delivery driver who claimed he heard strange whispers from inside the empty clinic. His dog, usually quiet, started barking whenever they approached. One evening, as the last patient left, an elderly neighbor popped in for some bandages. He chatted with the nurse, then asked if anyone else ever came around after hours. The nurse smiled mysteriously but shook her head no. Later that week, the same neighbor noticed his dog staring intently at the closed clinic. When he peeked inside through the window, he saw nothing but shadows—except for one familiar silhouette waving cheerfully back.
2. Late one night, as UMC Quick Care’s neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver pulled up with a groan. The pharmacy door was ajar, and a shadowy figure shuffled towards him, muttering something about ‘urgent care’ in a voice that sounded suspiciously like an old TV commercial. ‘What time is it?’ croaked the shadow, holding out a crumpled prescription. The delivery driver squinted into the dim light. ‘It’s 2 AM,’ he replied. A familiar voice from inside called, ‘Hey, Joe, bring him in—we’re almost closed!’ With a laugh, the delivery guy shook his head and muttered, “Another late-night adventure at UMC.”
3. Late one night, as UMC Quick Care's neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver pulled up to the drive-through window with a smile on his face. Inside, the nurse looked up with a sleepy smile and said, ‘What can I do for you tonight?’ The delivery driver replied, ‘Just a quick check-up—can you please confirm that my package is indeed a box of donuts?’ Everyone in line burst out laughing, including the nurse who shook her head and laughed along. A regular from down the street walked in, nodded approvingly, and whispered, ‘That’s why they call it UMC Quick Care.’
4. Late one night, as UMC Quick Care’s neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver pulled up in front of the closed clinic. ‘What if,’ he wondered aloud, ‘the place is actually open for emergencies, but only after midnight?’ He knocked gently on the door, and much to his surprise, an old lady with a flashlight peered out. 'Emergency?' she asked sleepily. 'Just my printer,' he replied, grinning sheepishly. She smiled warmly and waved him inside, muttering something about techies always needing help.