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>Accept the check-up. For science... Do you even want to know? [Alright, 97: GRAND SUCCESS!+1RES]
>Ask about other students, and the word 'Doll'... [DC20:93 GREAT SUCCESS!]
>Write-in: Asking for the glasses while chatting with doc for bonds. [DC70:75 SUCCESS]
A moment of comfortable silence befalls the bleached walls of the infirmary. Absentmindedly, you fiddle with the silk-like upholstery of the hospital bed, meanwhile Natalie, or Nat, sits silently on her heels at the opposite side. Whenever your eyes meet, her lips curl upward in assurance.
Her proposal - thankfully not a threat this time - once again looms in the sanitized air. Should you take this enigmatic check-up? But is it even a question, really? Given that, if what the Doc told you is true, you are condemned to suffer it's consequences - whatever they are - even if; no, When you escape? One way or another, you might need her, and if undergoing all this will assist her, then it's a win. Might as well get over with it!
With a burst of purpose you dash to your feet and look straight into flinching Natalie's wide, amber eyes. "Alright. For science! Natalie, I'm in!" You announce with determination. It might be an overkill, but, she said she didn't like seriousness.
"Hey, don't get up so quickly! Ya will get dizzy!" She chastises you and points a finger accusingly. You frown, but her facade cracks and she snickers in mirth. "But that's the spirit! Don't add yourself valor, it's just an ordinary check-up... well, for the most part."
Afterward, both of you chatter and bicker for a moment. With her playfully mocking your unform - damn her! To which you finally respond by telling her you're in a hurry, which she thankfully takes seriously.
Then, with a playful sigh she clambers out of the bed. "All things considered, I like this bed - reminds me of uni." She's says , but then adjusts her glasses and coat and her smile falters. "Now, please, strip and lay down. Give me a second." She says seriously as she passes you by towards her tiny office.
Agreeing with her sentiment, you are about to roll over the hospital bed's azure curtains when you remember - the 'sciency' Glasses! No idea why you are so hell bent on them, but there has to be a method to that madness. Quickly you ruffle the curtains and grab Natalie's attention. It will sound weird... "Umm, Natalie. I-"
"Call me Nat." She interjects, and gets back to gathering some medical paraphernalia.
"Nat." You say, and her lip rises, albeit she doesn't look your way. Well, here it goes. Channeling the energy from before, you... Stammer. "C-could I, like, borrow your spare glasses? The 'sciency' ones, Please." Don't ask why...
"Oh?" She grabs her pair as if to confirm you mean it and you nod awkwardly. "Sure. It's not like I ever break mine." Yes! "But come and check whether they fit you. During most of my years in Britain I had nothing but books, and It took it's toll." She mumbles, but continues her work unfazed.
