[nospaces] [attr="class","sampokestri"] [attr="class","sampokes"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","sampost"] Tapping the side of her nose, Eden smiled softly. "You got it." Referring to her name. "I mean, it's Doctor Hadley, but close enough." She shrugged, and waved a hand through the air, mimicking his earlier dismissal. "Ah, I've... Been." Eden smiled tightly and sat down across from him, pulling out his file and flipping it open on the desk. "So, what can I do for you today?" [break][break] She made a jot note - that he was rubbing at his arm, and maybe that was an area of interest for them today. "Take your time, of course. I know one-on-one appointments with doctors can be a bit boring, and make you forget things you mean to say." She smiled over the desk at him, holding her pen poised to take notes. [break][break] [attr="class","samtri2"] [attr="class","samnotes"] [newclass=".sampost"] [/newclass] [newclass=".sampokestri"] position:absolute;height:0px;width:0px;border-top:solid 23px transparent!important;border-bottom:solid 23px transparent!important;border-right:solid 15px #1a1a1a;margin-left:-30px;margin-top:-17px;z-index:1000;-webkit-transition:.2s;transition:.2s;-ms-transition:.2s;-o-transition:.2s;-moz-transition:.2s; [/newclass] [newclass=".sampokes"] background-color:#1a1a1a;width:320px;padding:5px;margin-top:-23px;margin-left:15px;height:36px; [/newclass] [newclass=".sampost b"] font-weight:lighter;color:#765d75;font-size:12px; [/newclass] [newclass=".sampost i"] color:#765d75;font-size:12px; [/newclass] [newclass=".sampost a"] color:#765d75;font-size:11px; [/newclass] [newclass=".samtri2"] position: absolute; height: 0px; width: 0px; border-left: solid 10px #765d75; border-top: solid 15px transparent; border-bottom: solid 15px transparent; margin-top: 5px; margin-left:315px; margin-bottom: 100px; [/newclass] [newclass=".samnotes"] width:320px; height:20px; background-color:#765d75!important; background:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png); text-align:right; padding:5px; color:#1a1a1a; margin-left:-340px;margin-top:-15px; [/newclass] [newclass=".samnotes a"] color:#1a1a1a; font-family:courier new; text-transform:lowercase; [/newclass] |
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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[attr="class","spiral"] "been, huh?" fernando questions the non-answer as a gateway for her to explain further but doesn't press it. his curiosity is whimsical at best and he has no intention of prying past anything surface level. "i've been worried about my arm. it's been bothering me since a few months ago and i thought it would go away. it's been long enough that i figured you'd have a better answer than me." fernando rolls up his sleeve and turns his arm to show the underside of his forearm. the flesh is dyed a bruised purple with the faint outlines of jirachi's wish tag imprinted onto his skin. the designs form an organic tattoo that's faded from the the tag's exertion. in its tattered state there's no way to make out exactly what it is which is why fernando is comfortable revealing it. not even Lucas Lane would be able to make out the imprint at this stage. from a health vantage, the arm is fine if not a little discolored. any pain he feels is phantom, unable to be measured in anything but his own sense. but he doesn't know that. @bean2 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]"it manifested during the summer, near the end of the aqua festivities. it may be related to tapu fini but i don't know enough about it or the human body to judge. i was hoping you'd be able to rule out one or the other." he tightens his fingers into a fist and the flesh tightens, stretching the marks out. "it doesn't hurt. i just found it weird." @bean2 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]"Sounds good." There's not much more Fernando can contribute to the conversation except to concede to the expert. While he hadn't expected a definitive answer, there's some solace in knowing that reporting it early will be documented and lend itself to his credibility. He nods at the suggestion and matches Eden smile with his own, pleasant and cooperative. "Would it be too much trouble to do it today or is that something I'll have to set an appointment for?" @bean2 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] "Thank you." Fernando complies with her suggestion and stands up after her. She leads the way and he keeps pace with her, curious on her own diagnosis and thought about the phenomenon. The added suggestion of a biopsy for good measure is a pleasant surprise and strengthens his faith in Eden. Covering all grounds is the standard but seeing it in practice warms his cold and calculative heart. "If you recommend it. I'll have you though, believe it or not, I'm afraid of needles," he jests, lying effortlessly through small, forced conversation. @bean2 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]Fernando sits with measured patience as Eden goes off to speak with the necessary technicians. He fumbles with his phone for a moment, checking through his missed messages and his calendar for the rest of the day. He's allotted more than enough time to carry through their little examination but the need to keep current in real time events pricks at him when left alone. @bean2 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando eyes the clipboard, bringing it up to his face to scour over the words and reading over the fine print. While he doesn't expect anything concerning, a business man knows better to sign forms he doesn't know inside and out. Unfortunately, this means that Eden will have to wait several minutes for him to finish but when the forms check out Fernando signs them with an overly cursive signature. "I'll see you then, Miss Hadley." The following routine for the x-ray went relatively well with no distinction between either arm. The bones looks fine and the flesh and blood vessel shows some minor differences. Multiple blood vessels around the scars prove thinner than the rest, operating fine but showing that they function around the lapse in blood flow. Definitely an odd occurrence but not one that prove disastrous. The fact that it shows no behavior despite these findings is surprising but no one is able to make any solid deductions. Visiting the operating room comes in next and Fernando's just as puzzled, waiting to be called in. @bean2 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando's nose crinkles at the sanitary smell, unused to the scent and forcing himself to acclimate himself to the hospital's climate. "Sounds good," he repeats, exposing his arm for her to apply the anesthetic gel. The moment she touches him, he flinches, feigning a characteristic weakness to help paint a better caricature of how he wants to be perceived. The councilman may have a rough exterior but deep down is a man riddled with weaknesses. For the sake of his sociopathic persona, needles is one of them. A moment of wincing is the offset of the gel taking effect. Fernando looks away and admits to feeling the eerie prickling. He grits his teeth and refuses to look, coughing on purpose to help distract him from the inevitable sensation of steel piercing skin. It's not an unbearable sensation, in fact it's pleasant compared to the scars of his youth, but that doesn't align with his own perception of himself so Fernando continues the act, waiting for her to finish. @bean2 [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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