Checking In

"Haya can you be a dear and go get me some herbs from the Southern Jungles again? We're running a little low on some herbs again?" A voice called out from the back of the room. "I'll give you the list before you go out in an hour." 

In the front of the clinic a young man sat at the receptionist desk, scrolling through his phone, both feet propped up on the desk in front of him. "Sure Pa, just let me know what you want." He called absentmindedly, continuing his activity without much thought. Despite the fact that the two were always prepared for some emergency, it just so happened that Tuesday mornings were their slow day and as such they could relax a bit more. Besides, Tuesday was also the day Haya typically went out to work on some odd jobs and as such he typically liked to unwind with a bit of time on his phone before he had to place it down for the day. Unfortunately for him, today seemed to be much busier than usual.

The bell hanging from the door began to jingle as it opened, alerting him of an incoming customer. Sighing, Haya put his phone down and gave the upcoming customer the warmest smile that he could possibly manage. It was an unfamiliar face, although that was the least surprising thing of this individual, seeing as they got their fair share of one-time patients. Rather this girl was dressed in a strange outfit and quite short, especially compared to the seven foot tall Haya that sat at the desk in front of her. His face twisted with confusion as he did his best to discern what she had just said. "Um, are your parents around kid? This is a serious business here and I don't know what you're asking for. This isn't the best place for your cosplay practice." He began, looking out the windows in an attempt to see if there were any adults nearby that may have come with the girl. 

Rather than finding any parents though, he would find two figures bursting into the clinic, demanding for help as the woman appeared to be sick after presumably eating a mushroom. Great, there went his relaxing morning. Doing his best to suppress a sigh, he would place a finger up in front of the the two, an unspoken request to give him a moment. "One moment, let me get the doctor. They know better than I do with this. Pa! There's some people that need your help. I think one of them's got food poisonings." 

Within a few seconds, a young pink haired individual came from the door next to Haya wearing a white doctor's coat. Their eyes zeroed in on the woman who clearly looked sick as they walked over to throw her arm over their shoulder. "There, there," they said trying to reassure the patient. "Come with me, and I'll see what I can do. Haya can you help with the others while I help with this one?" They asked, getting a thumbs up in return. There, Sioux would lead Quinn into a nearby room where they helped her onto a bed. "Give me a moment, I'll make something that will help with the pain. For now, can you describe what mushroom you ate exactly and where did you find it? I need to know what type of poison it is." They said, as they began to throw herbs into a bowl and began to grind it up.

From outside, Haya walked out from behind his receptionist desk and looked at the brother of the patient. "She's going to be fine. My pa's the best at their work. Just wait here and she'll be out in no time. As for you though," he said narrowing his eyes at the girl. "I'm serious kid, where's your parents?" He said, quite literally looking down at the tuffle with an annoyed expression upon his face.

Quinn had to think for a moment on where they were just at and she had finally realized where.

"Yes, it was at the wild east forrest. My brother and I are from a different world. And we decided to visit the forest and well. Its a spotted green mushroom and only ate half of it."

She was worried if she was going to die and needed reinsurance if she was going to be okay. A tear escaped her eyelid Meanwhile her brother was out there just pacing, finally he took a seat in the waiting room and just wondered what was going to happen. Was she going to be okay? Was he going to do this mission all by himself? As he wondered, he looked to the receptionist and then back at the floor. Then, Kowlin had noticed the soldier that he had met sometime ago and normally he would go talk to them but now he had decided to stick to himself since he was stressing over the fact that his sister was in dying need and not even his healing powers could help her. This was a critical moment in his life that he would never forget.

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"Captain Zveet." Sheri corrected the man, sharply. She wouldn't normally care, but everything about this guy's attitude was angering her! It felt like he thought she was some kind of joke. Most of the people on this planet, in fact, seemed to have a problem taking her seriously. Maybe it was because she was walking around unarmed like some kind of chump. Nothing, in her experience, encouraged someone to take you seriously like a rifle barrel jammed up their nose. Oh what she wouldn't give for that right now.

But she didn't have that. What she had was a list of symptoms and a pen. Her eyebrow twitched at the way it was just thrust directly at her, and she snatched the board away, casting an eye down it before she sighed, and dropped the form and the pen onto the desk.

"I don't think you understand." She said, "But you know what? That's fine. You're obviously underequipped and understaffed. I'm sorry your clinic has been shut down by a mushroom. Good luck."

She floated back down to the ground and turned on her heel, trying and failing not to seethe. It wasn't these people's fault; she had to try and remember that. They were a relatively underdeveloped planet, and this part of the world wasn't one of the more developed parts even by those standards. She shouldn't have expected that they'd be able to help her. She'd have to ge ther answers somewhere else, or just assume the worst and undertake her own regimen based on her half-remembered schooling in biology.

She wasn't planning to stick around here that long anyway, was she? She was just being ridiculously overcautious. She'd be out of here in four, five weeks tops. Surely it wouldn't be possible for her muscles to degrade that badly in such a short space of time. Probably. Maybe.

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With the man behind the desk stunned into silence, Sheri turned on her heel and walked back out of the clinic.

She closed her eyes as she tried to calm down herself. She hadn't thought that the request she had was too outrageous. The briefing she'd been given on the planet before she came here was minimal; she knew Earth was far less advanced than she was used to, but she would have thought that a cosmopolitan melting pot like this place would be equipped to check out the needs of different species. Obviously, she'd overestimated their capacities.

"Just chill out, Sheri. You're here to relax, remember? Get better. Get home."

Yeah. Right. As she looked up at the sky, she couldn't help but feel more than ever that she'd been sent away and they had no intention of ever bringing her back. She was short-tempered. A loose cannon. Impulsive. Angry. She couldn't even get through one conversation with a moderately annoying local without flying off the handle.

Her aura surged around her as she called up her power. That, at least, was something that hadn't abandoned her - and the light gravity on this planet made her feel like a veritable powerhouse as she surged up into the air and across the sky at top speed. Screw it. She couldn't find what she needed here? She'd find it somewhere else. Not everyone on this backwater world would be a cretin.

She just needed to concentrate on the important things.

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