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[x] "That might be for the best, if you don't appreciate the 'healthy glow' traditionally associated with working class peoples; the tree cover in Bamboo Forest will protect your skin far more effectively than any sunblock."
[x] "Just keep in mind that when people refer to Eientei's shady drugs, they don't mean 'shady' in the sense of comparative darkness. Enjoy your sojourn under the sun, Mlle. Scarlet."
[x] Get back to work.
“Eientei?” You say, slowly.
Remilia smiles at that, looking a little pleased at provoking a reaction. A smug, self satisfactory little twitch at the corners of her lips. You're going to give in to her – good business practices and personal relationships and whatnot?
“Sure. Go ahead; I'm sure you don't need my approval.” You say, airily as you're able.
“I see that- what?”
“Well, Miss Scarlet, look here; it is quite evident that you are unsatisfied with the service I'm providing, and,”
You give a pause for dramatic effect. Her smirk slips off her face.
“You yourself have suggested a viable solution to it. I'm a quite sure Eientei can cater to your needs in earnest. With their “mystical lunar alchemy” and all- might be for the best, really.” Remilia visibly pales at the mention of alchemy.
“Which is a pity really- I do like the tan; very down-to-earth healthy looking. Radiant even.” You say.
Remlia avoids your eyes this time. She looks aghast, eyes darting this way and that, alternating looks directed at yourself, and Sakuya. “...What – what gall...” she mutters, though without her usual domineering tone of speech or even sounding offended. Shes does''t even meet your eyes, stepping back momentarily before remembering herself.
“I believe you should know the way better than I, Miss Scarlet- this late in the day, walking in the shade of the bamboo forest ought to be nice- you probably won't need sunblock either.” You add quickly, before she could speak.
Remilia opts to withdraw gracefully. Charisma intact.
“Sakuya, Meiling, Flan!” We're leaving!” She commands, face an angry red brown, agitation showing through her tan at the least. “The good doctor feels he is unable to be of any use.” She adds loudly, turning about in a huff, and stamping off through your storage room's door. Back.
“Yes Mistress,” Sakuya's clear voice sounds out. She immediately bends over to replace her reading material- much to the delight of your male patients you'd imagine. She steps past, elegant as always, inclining her head in acknowledgment- with a smile. The Chinagirl- Meiling, gives one last wistful look at your television set before turning away as well.
“Bye, sensei” she rays respectfully, even as she rattles off in Chinese, as she passes. You gather she's grumbling somewhat.
“Yeah! Bye Sensei!” Flandre says as well, cheery as always. “Can I?” She asks, as she passes the counter.
“?” Oh, yes.The small bowl of sweets.
“Sure, help yourself,” you assent. Anything to get them out.
But even as Flandre puts her hand into the bowl, Remilia's voice, calls from your storage room“ Enough of this wasting time! We're leaving.”. Your watch as heads turn once more, as the two tallest members of the strange party troops out, stepping into your storage room in single file. But Flandre, remains, a look of concentration on her face..
Ah.
:”Which do you want?”
“Strawberry.”
“Ah, here, have two- your sister's calling.” You say, picking out the hard candies with a sigh, depositing them into Flandre's eager hands. She beams. “Thanks, sensei- sorry if onee-sama's being mean to you.” She says, before skipping after her sibling, brown as a berry, like a bright little firework.
You exchange glances with Miss Receptionist; she hides a smile. Hah. Let's all watch the doctor go soft over children shall we? “Back to work, Michii-” you order, half jokingly. “But, lunch seems like a good kidea now, doesn't it?”
“Heavens yes.” She grins a bit. “There are still patients though, Sensei,” she doesn't finish the sentence. Your waiting room is still filled.
“Right, give me five minutes, then send the next one in.”
“Will do.”
You thank her and retreat back to the consultation room- a five minute break. You eyes feel awfully heavy. Dealing with petulant Remilia is always tiresome. Your seat's comfortable, the air conditioner is at just the right temperature...five minutes...
Someone knocks on the consultation room door.
So fast?
Before you answer, the door slides open. Sakuya glides in.
“Eh?”
“Sorry to be a bother, sensei “ She says quickly, stepping in with a sry rustle of fabrics. That skirt seems awfully short now that you're sitting.
“Memory's been slipping lately, “ she continues, stepping to your desk smoothly. Silver grey hair braided neatly and perfect porcelain features fill your vision as she seats herself upon the patient's stool.
“Are you ill?” you ask.
“No, I just forgot something?”
“...?” Love confession? Assassination attempt?
“Asides from my mistress's complaints, we originally had one other reason for visiting today.” She says, hands folded on her stockinged lap. “It's about Miss Patchouli?”
“Oh her?” You remembered. Purple stripes and ribbons You recalled that. Carrying a satchel full of books all over the place.The one you had to hook onto the nebulizer for an hour straight. The image of the petite girl, leaning weakly onto you, breathing in the salbutamol mist with great wheezing breaths was a clear one- if only die to repetition. She had the distinct privilege of being the very first Denizen of Gensoukyo to have opened a medical docket in your clinic. A folder which swiftly grew to an unusual thickness, stuffed full with papers, and scribbled prescriptions.
Asthma, anemia , chronic U.P.T.I, sinusitis, vitamin deficiencies of all kinds. The list went on.
And at the very top of the folder, in bold red characters.
Hypochondriac.
Still much preferable to Remila though. Despite her faults, Patchouli was always courteous; to a fellow scholar, she said once.
“Oh- how is she?” You ask, a little concerned. “I prescribed a salbutamol inhaler the last time didn't I?”
“Well...there was an incident,” Sakuya hesitated. “ A thief managed to get in and made of with a number of valuables- including the inhaler...”
“Valuable...inhaler?” You wondered. Sure, inhalers and the drugs were expensive, but not particular cost prohibitive, or even valuable. Hen again, Gensoukyo was strange like that. “That shouldn't be a problem, Miss Sakuya, ” you begin...
[]”...I'll just get another set out of the dispensary. Just wait outside.”
[]”... “I'll just get another set out of the dispensary. Some vitamin tablets as well. Just wait outside”
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[]”...but, she doesn't need it! She just thinks she does!
[]”...but maybe she should come down herself. It's hard to diagnose in absentia.”
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