Inbox: Pumpkin Hollow

[lovinglefthand]

An In-Character inbox for First Aid, chief clinician and surgeon at the Winterbottom clinic.

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[stonecoldtop]

To keep beating around the bush, or speak more plainly? Perhaps a halfway measure will suffice.

"An afternoon will be fine, thank you, it's not of dire urgency. I wish to verify my clean bill of health before I begin offering my services in town, Erik Osborne referred me to you."

[lovinglefthand]

"Oh!" Perhaps if you listen closely, you might hear that penny rattling around First Aid's metal skull. "I see! Yes, I think I understand now. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Elsworth! I'm sure Lord Osborne had many colorful things to say about me."

His tone is warm, even fond. It might have been an embarrassing encounter for the both of them, but First Aid really doesn't bear Erik Osborne any ill well. They simply had different ideas about what was necessary to take care of the town.

"So, an afternoon appointment then?" He names a couple dates and time slots in the near future, letting George pick the one most convenient to him. "Do you have any pre-existing conditions or medicinal needs that you'd like me to be aware of?"

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[stonecoldtop]

"Only good things, I assure you." Which is to say: Erik didn't actually say much, but no news is good news and the like.

George picks one of the appointment times, and spends a moment thinking over the question before he answers

"If you plan to do a blood draw you might want to have a few extra needles on hand. I've had problems with them breaking in the past."

Stone and thin metal objects don't exactly mix.

[lovinglefthand]

"Noted! Thank you for the head's up." First Aid makes a mental note to check their inventory; he wouldn't want to cause a shortage if doing the blood draw turns out to be as tricky as George makes it sound. "I would like to run a couple tests for safety's sake, but we can discuss that in further detail during your appointment. I look forward to meeting you!"

By luck and careful scheduling, First Aid is able to check George in himself when he shows up at the Winterbottom Clinic. Hopefully Erik gave him a head's up, so he's not too alarmed to be greeted by a seven foot tall living suit of armor. For what it's worth, First Aid's voice is friendly and the glow behind his blue visor is soft and gentle as he leads George into one of the exam rooms and fetches a clipboard and paper so they can go over his medical history.

[stonecoldtop]

George shows up a little early for his appointment, and while he wasn't at all warned about the seven foot tall living suit of armour thing, he's entirely unfazed by it. Changelings run the gamut of strange after all.

Once they're safely in the private room George lets out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Thank you again for your discretion, I'm quite confidant there won't be anything to find, but it's always better to be safe than sorry. Especially in an unfamiliar place."

[lovinglefthand]

"Of course. By the same token, I appreciate your candor and cooperation." First Aid bows his head slightly, adding, "I know that personal matters like these can be embarrassing for humans and other species, but we all have a duty to look after the public health. I promise that everything we discuss here will be confidential, and even if a public emergency should arise, I'll do everything I can to protect your identity."