About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the uncovia’s parking lot—a small wooden box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, sitting innocently among the wheelchairs and crutches. The delivery driver picked up the box, puzzled but curious. Inside was a note: 'Uncovia Clinic – your health is our passion!' Below it lay an assortment of band-aids, tissues, and a packet of mints. Turned out, someone had mistakenly left their emergency first aid kit here. A neighbor later joked, ‘Guess they thought Uncovia needed some serious TLC!’
2. A curious nurse found an unusual package on the uncovia’s reception counter one afternoon. Curled inside was a tiny, handwritten note that read: ‘For your next patient.’ She opened it carefully and found a small jar filled with glittering stars and moon dust. Inside was another note: 'Just in case you get bored.' The nurse smiled, shook her head, and placed both items in the patient room without thinking twice.
3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside uncovia and stretched after unloading supplies. Glancing around, he spotted something odd—a large cardboard box labeled ‘UNCOVIAGIFT’ sitting innocently in the empty hallway. Curious, he opened it cautiously, revealing only more boxes inside. As he peered deeper, he found himself staring at dozens of identical labels reading ‘UNCOVIAGIFT.’ With a laugh, he realized someone had accidentally shipped themselves an entire warehouse full of their own promotional goodies. The next day, everyone at uncovia received a free stress ball emblazoned with their logo—except for one confused neighbor who thought it was a new fitness tracker.
4. At dawn, when most uncovies are quiet, a delivery driver parked his truck outside and noticed something odd—an old, dusty suitcase sitting alone on the steps. Curious, he picked it up and found an old photo of a smiling nurse inside. Just then, another uncovie staff member appeared, rubbing sleep from her eyes. ‘Oh that,’ she yawned, “that’s just Mrs. Jenkins’ forgotten lunchbox.”