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As you step out of your pencil skirt, you repeat your question, yet you're met with silence.
When you are about to open the curtain, she suddenly speaks once more. "Aki, you work harder than an ox to make it as difficult as you can." She sighs. "Don't use that word. It mocks those who were exposed to this curse too much and too abruptly. With physical stress, like by adding a electric shocks, it overrides their minds, leaving in their place docile... Well, blank dolls - with no personality or quirks past their role." She says, voice cracking.
Your stomach churns and you sit back down on the bed. The implications, and dangers are explicit - no wonder Leonie trusted you with so much... wonder if that's what happens to those sent to reeducation... and what would happen if that guard from back then reported you... and if they can, why bother with the school at all?
The curtains flutter, and you meet quickly meet eyes with your nurse who kneels before you with a weak smile, her elbows gently resting on your thighs. Suddenly it's gotten quite hot. Ignoring your daze she smiles. "That's why we must keep doing check-ups and find a cure." Her firm but genial voice calms your beating heart. She certainly has experience.
With that, she assists you out of your skirt - not without a offshoot comment - and lays you on the hospital bed. The upholstery calms you with it's sleek, yet comfortable texture.
Then the check-up begins proper. At first, it doesn't differentiate itself from the check-up you went through durning initial exams of this facility, albeit with a lamp blinding you form above. She checks your pulse, blood pressure and sample... looks you over, and with her soft, now gloved hands touching cautiously over your neck scar and dainty muscles.
All things considered, she analyses Almost every part of your body - and audibly notes in her clipboard in between. Honestly, maybe it's her professional yet empathetic demeanor, or finally a comfortable bed, but eventually, all worry fades as you near mindlessly follow her whispered instructions accompanied by blinding light and comfortable stillness - time and space seem to fade.
However, your near asleep, subservient daze is broken when Natalie rises and moves the lamp to the side. Coming to, you see her return with a small, barely a thumb sized syringe filled with a blue fluid - and like that, the magic is gone and as you watch her wide eyed. "Is that part of the examination too?"
"Sadly, yes. The changes occur both in the mind and body. Assuming there is a relevant distinction... Nevermind." She puts her free hand gently on your shoulder. "I need ya unburdened by norms and expectations to reveal the underlying symptoms."
'Unburdened'? You audibly gasp, but then she brings her hand to her breast and solemnly announces "Know that on my Hippocratic oath I am ready and willing to lay down my life to protect ya if anything were to happen in your vulnerable state."
