Case 003 [Action/Voice] (Backdated to the afternoon of 4/20)

[letsplaysurgeon]

[Doctor's appointments are a little bit like dating. You give someone all your information, they tell you to take off your clothes, and sometimes you end up with a hand shoved inside you.

...That's a bit of an exaggeration, actually. So where did the musing that they're similar come from? The fact that one arranges to meet at a certain time on a certain day, and there is an unspoken expectation of maintaining that commitment--or at least calling ahead of time to cancel. That was courteous.

So in a way, this was like being stood up. But Muraki doesn't wither in the burning heat of rejection. He sits next to an empty bed, smiling a restrained smile as he pulls the top off a pen and replaces it multiple times.

After an appropriate amount of silence, he flips his journal open and makes an entry.]

Sheik? This is Doctor Muraki speaking. I seem to recall setting an appointment with you for eleven forty-five this morning, and it is now twelve-thirty...ah. [He checks the time.] My apologies, one in the afternoon. I just wanted to check in and make sure everything is all right. I hope nothing happened to you or your loved ones.

I would also like to reschedule. If you're not in literal pieces right now, or otherwise incapacitated, please respond back as soon as possible. Thank you.

Comments

[Action]

[ombra_lira]

[Sheik scowls faintly at the comment. He's not a child. Or a dog, for that matter. But he stays still and quiet all the same. He hopes Muraki won't use tape to bandage him this time. He hates tape.]

Is that all you need?

[Action]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately that's what he does. He uses surgical tape to hold the cotton ball down on top of the entry point of the needle, and then goes back to his bag to put the blood sample away.]

I'm afraid not. You will have to come with me to the clinic to finish the check-up.

[Action]

[ombra_lira]

[Oh tape how he hates you. Sheik scratches at it briefly, then sits up to put his shirt back on. He really just wants this to be over with, damn it.]

Yes, doctor. [He sounds so thrilled.]

[Action]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

[He zips up his bag, which sounds loud and abrasive in the silence of the room. Throwing the strap over his shoulder, he stands up and starts towards the door with the obvious expectation of Sheik to follow him.] Let's get going, then.

[Action]

[ombra_lira]

[Of course. Sheik follows him obediently, completely silent until they reach the clinic.]