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[wilder]

Date & Time: September 1 - 3, Evening or Night hours
Location: Transport Clinic
Characters: Zelos/Kaneis and you!
Summary: Evening/Night shift at the clinic. All welcomed, whether they be checking out the clinic, working at the clinic or that unfortunate dude who put their weapon in a very wrong spot.
Warnings: PG-13 for language and possible gore since hey IT IS A CLINIC.

[No matter how strange Zelos's life get, he can always count on his clinic shifts being one of two things: incredibly boring or incredibly strange. There was no middle ground.]

[Any night that you come in, you'll probably find Zelos sitting at the reception desk, with his feet on top if none of his bosses are around. If he's not attending to any patients or talking to staff, he seems to be reading- looks like the flavor of this month for literature is fantasy. And sometimes, he even seems to be talking to the book]

Oh come on Buttercup my beautiful flower, there's no way he'll actually release him. Jeez...

[And so on. Rest assured guys, this is a professional medic here. You can tell by the lab coat. ]

Comments

[lazyinlove]

Oh.

[That word means something. He was just thinking about it. But it's hard to grasp at the moment. His head still feels like it's full of clouds. Normally that might be kind of nice, but at the moment, it's making him cold.

Oh, wait. That's the ice. He spits the ice chip back into the cup and sets them aside. The cramps in his stomach are sharper now, and his mouth is starting to water. The shakiness has become shivering. That's weird, didn't this guy just say fever? That can't be right.]

You sure?

[wilder]

[he gives a little nods]

Yep, very sure. Your temperature's over a hundred.

[lazyinlove]

Bummer.

[He starts to slide off the table again, not really sure why, just getting the idea that he should get up and do something about this. His stomach objects to the movement, though, so he only gets halfway off before he stops and hunches over. Ow.

Maybe he should mention it after all.]

Hey, uh. I don't feel so good.

[The warning comes a bit late, really. As soon as he says it, he starts to gag. A second later he's hunched over the bowl, giving up the ice chips. And something that looks suspiciously like stomach lining. Yuck.]

[wilder]

[And wow, so glad he got him the bowl. He just watches, barely surprised, and leans over. Yeeeaah, that looks like stomach lining]

Yeah. I'd say so.

[Walking over to the desk to grab a towel]

I hope you didn't have any plans tonight.

[lazyinlove]

Plans?

[He spits a couple times, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. And he'd like to set the bowl down because ugh, but his stomach is still experiencing turbulence, so he clings to it a little sulkily instead. It's starting to occur to him even through the haze that he might be sick. And being sick sucks.

He groans. Usually on the rare occasions when he vomits it's because he's drunk and it's no big deal, so this is an unpleasant surprise.]

That hurt.

[wilder]

Yep, I'm sure it did.

And yeah! Plans- because I'm thinking it'd be best if you stayed here tonight.

[lazyinlove]

You think I'm contagious?

[Because why else would he need to stay away from his apartment? Isn't that how it works? His stomach rolls and he coughs and hiccoughs, but it's a false alarm this time. He makes a little whiny sound anyway. For the first time since he got here, he kind of wants his mom.]

[wilder]

I think you're really sick. And here we can make sure you get better!

[Poor kid]

Don't worry, it's been slow, so we can see you get a private room.

[lazyinlove]

Better...better sounds good.

[He agrees quietly, still a little wide eyed. He's never been an overnight patient before. It's a surprisingly unnerving concept. But he does kind of feel like shit, now that the dude mentions it.]

[wilder]

I'm sure it does. [He'll try to give a reassuring look] Don't worry, you'll be fine in no time.

[And with that, he's taking that bowl so he can wash it. But he'll grab another container to set by the guy's side.]

I'm gonna get this cleaned up and get a room ready for you. You just rest up in here for now, okay?

[lazyinlove]

[Well, he's not sorry to see the nasty stuff in the bowl go, that's for sure. Though he picks the other one up and hugs it like a security basin.]

Yeah, sure. Okay.

[His voice comes out kind of small. That's embarrassing. Hopefully he doesn't look as unhappy as he is at the moment.]