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>Agree at a price. Your lab coat, glasses, unofficial title, and a hug will suffice.
>Ask about Medical Staff Permits (School Nurse).
>[Aby] Request a note and code down all your plans and assignments for clarity. RES-1
>Get in the lab coat! Do a spin!
The Infirmary once again falls silent, and, like before, it's comfortably so. Something about those clearly artificial, white, yet so warm lighting that whispers of the promises of outside's freedom - and yet it's nothing but a lie, a screen on a wall. And you aren't there yet, you might never truly be if this screen - the curse, or corruption - substitutes your freedom with it's projection. This doesn't leave one much choice... Yet you still have leverage.
A muffled scraping of your chair on the lacquered vinyl floor alerts Natalie as you turn to her again and crane over the broad desk. "Alright." You whisper, but snatch the small container Jaq asked you about. "I agree, but I would ask for something in return."
A sigh escapes her lips and she muses. "Ja. Very sensible... Very sensible. But unlike some, Chommie, I don't have anything I can bargain with. By the gods, I even live in this infirmary." She accentuates her claim by lightly patting her desk.
"That won't be a problem." You wave her off and proceed with your demands. As you go through, nat's mood jumps from disappointment to perplexity. And by the end, Nat merely starts to pretend checking your results playfully, ruffling with a strand of her hair. "To conclude, yout demands are..." She says as if reading, then adjusts her glasses. "A pair of glasses, one lab coat, an 'unofficial title', and a... Hug?"
You nod in agreement. There is no way to explain it, so you just sit straight like a good businessman - with a good face to a poor game.
"Alright, I can be arranged, but does it really have to be MY coat?" She whispers with a chuckle as she covers behind her chair, clinging to her coat in mock terror. "P-p-pervert~!"
"Eh? N-no... It doesn't have to." But maybe it should? No, preposterous. "...Any will do." You add, trying to keep the straight face but failing.
With an eye roll the nurse moves on and grabs a spare lab coat from a wardrobe in the corner. Neatly folded, she hands it over and you waste no time in taking it; something inside - actually more than one - yearns for it. Its polyester and cotton smoothly slides along your own - equally as smooth - palms. "This is it." You mumble, awestruck. After so long it happening.
Tentatively you slide it on, adjust the shoulders, and carefully fasten the buttons - and like this, it happened. Elated you skip over to the mirror and... Oh, boy. Again, deep down, you still are a boy, but... "Damn"
