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Exam Room 1
« Thread Started on Jan 27, 2006, 11:52pm »

>>>>>The examination room was small, but the word didn’t quite sum it up. Tiny, and so simple, yet so unbearably uncomfortable. Four signature egg-shell walls enclosed a space no more then eight by ten feet, hugging a wide counter, a raised examination cot, and a rolling black chair that could be described as no less then an armchair itself. It was a claustrophobic’s nightmare, and Syl sat in the middle of it. She was pressed safely against the far wall, eyes watching the off-white ceiling and claws scratching impatiently at the black cloth stretched over the cot.
>>>>>No, Syl wasn’t now, nor had she ever been claustrophobic, it was the anticipation she couldn’t deal with. Overwhelming apprehension as she awaited the return of her doctor, or at least that was the individual she hoped to see step through the door next. Perhaps Dr. Chase had finally gotten tired of seeing her come in covered with blood, knowing the other guy was likely dead or dying in a hole somewhere. All doctors seemed to have more of a conscience than was good for them. She’d been waiting for little more then fifteen minutes, but with the tension if seem like hours, and the room wasn’t helping. There was no room to maneuver should the cops be the first through that door…
>>>>>Syl shivered at the thought. The last thing she needed on her record was attacking a police officer. Of course, the shiver had only half originated from the thought. The coldness of the cot cover was seeping past her fur, and sending shivers up her spine. She was considering answering the call of that lonely, but warm, rolly-chair when the door opened. The man through the door was without uniform, ruling out the police force, but then he didn’t look entirely like a doctor either. An orange Hawaiian shirt hung loosely over his dark grey fur, putting focus on his wire-framed amber eyes. With an unseasonable pair of hiking shorts and sandals completing the outfit, he looked anything but professional. Nonetheless, Syl gave him a blank smile as he entered the room. She was used to his style by now, having been a patient of his for more then two years. Dr. Chase returned her smile with a dazzling one of his own, though beyond the boyish charm it was as emotionless as hers.
>>>>>“Well, Syl, got cut up again so soon, I see,” he said, humor brightening his eyes. “If you keep coming in like this, I’ll start wondering if you’re really as good as they say.” The look she gave him was enough, her smile wilting and a no-teasing glare setting in. His humor drained away like water through a crack, like the all-knowing doctor had finally made it through the door. He sighed, stepping up to her side. He gently took her left arm in his hands, running fingers over the fresh bandage that wrapped around her forearm. Finally, he released and looked up to meet her eyes, showing his disapproval with a hardening stare. “You nearly loss use of your arm on this one, you know.”
>>>>>“Part of the job description, Doc,” she answered, with a lazy shrug of her shoulders. She quickly slid from the cot, sidestepping him to stand at the counter with her arms folded over her chest. She’d quickly decided she’d been there long enough. “Am I free to go?”
>>>>>Dr. Chase starred at her for a space of minutes, and then nodded. “Yeah, just let me get you some meds up and you can go.” He quickly held up a hand, stopping the comment that had been about to leave Syl’s lips. “Not painkillers, Syl, I know you don’t want those. Just some pills to help repair the muscle damage.” Syl closed her parted lips without a word, considering his quick thinking. Damn, he knew her too well. Syl gave him a cold suspicious eyes and firm nod, and escaped into the hall and the waiting room beyond.

(Syl left the Hospital)

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