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“No—no, ma’am. These are not ear drops.” She insisted for what felt like the hundredth time. “They have to be given orally for them to work.” Again, there was a slight look of befuddlement as the woman took back the prescription. Her Whismur just continued to quiver. A gentle hand lifted to the elderly lady’s elbow as Aubre gently tried to coax her outside. “You know you can always call me. I’ll answer—” What a silly promise to make.
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Normally the pinnacle of patience, Aubre was surprised by her urge to go home. But her parents arrived tomorrow. And she hadn’t hugged her dad or mom in almost two years. The last thing she wanted was to screw things yp.
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But the questions continued. The automated light in the other examination room clicked off behind her. “Wait, are you sure it’s just an earache?—” The client continued in a whine. Of course I am not 100% sure something else is going on. You asked about her ears. But it’s so—the likelihood it’s anything else is so low it’s almost negligible.. And, yet, Aubre looked the Whismur over again.
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Finally, she guided the fretful trainer out the backdoor. She traded the white jacket for a much more ambiguous hoody. Her hands underwent scrub-up for what felt like the hundredth time. As she exited the staff area, she was surprised to find she wasn’t alone. Not because Alastor was there of course. He was always here. Right now, he was tapping out a message to the other person.
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Aubre’s eyes widened as she caught the screen. “!?” The Heliolisk and her locked eyes for a moment. You better not send that. The normally doleful gaze said. Blue eyes rolled as the lizard hit backspace a few times. His sour expression received a huff from his trainer. Locking up was his job. He'd probably been watching blind box videos again.
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Turning to the other person, Aubre put on her best customer service smile. Which, in all honesty, wasn’t too good. She was a terrible liar. “Can I help you?”

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to say that lisette handles spontaneity well would be a lie. her occupation forces her to roll with the punches, but when given a chance, she is someone that stands still in the face of change. less of a ducklett letting water run down its back, and more like a pyukumuku who has resigned itself to being moved by the world, rather than moving through it, itself. [break][break]

which is all to say, she has no idea what to do about the espathra that had gotten in her path just earlier. quid pro quo: lisette's gothitelle had done away with a swarm of ariados, allowing lisette to capture the wild spiders in the name of team rocket — not realizing that in doing so, she had saved the life of an espathra that the ariados were toying with. [break][break]

now this fantastic bird won't leave her alone. clearly, this is the work of a malady or sickness. why should a wild pokemon be so enamored by a stranger, otherwise? they don't even know each other; lisette will never understand such sudden kindness. [break][break]

"hello," miss bellamy says in reply. "this espathra is sick." she waves vaguely in its direction. the ostrich trills happily at being acknowledged by her. "do you know how to fix it?" [break][break]

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The Heliolisk at the front desk loops up. Prim ivory claws tap away at the keyboard. His baby blues peer occasionally at the girl and her technicolor ostrich. Again, he shoots a message over to his trainer in the back. ‘I’m like 95 percent sure there’s nothing wrong with it.’ The bird seemed happy and not in a creepy way.
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His chat bubble catches her attention. Shifting her gaze from her Chatot patient to the laptop, she quickly taps out a response. ‘Not all problems are visible, Al.’ The lizard’s shrug emoji ends the conversation. After discussing the bird’s dietary issues, the redhead sends the flying-type on its way. With that done, she gets the room ready for the next Pokemon.
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‘Winner picks lunch tomorrow.’ Her Heliolisk is quick to respond. By the time she sees it, the deal will be sealed.

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With a click, an assistant pops her head out the door and calls Lisette and the bird back. When they arrive, Aubre is trashing an antibacterial wipe in a steel bin. In place of her typical translator—a hot pink Jumpluff—a Blissey stands with flippers in pouch. As the pair enter, the doctor smiles. Don’t mention the time. It’s not their fault.

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A scarred hand emerges from the pocket of her lab coat. She offers up a sweet poffin to the psychic-type bird. As it (hopefully) enjoyed it, the doctor would turn to Maisie. “Well, that depends on what’s hour with it.” There was a small pause as she contemplated her words. “What’s wrong with it.” Skilled eyes swept over the lanky bird’s form for any sign of distress or injury. Though she saw some spider webbing—and a bite or two—it didn’t seem to be affecting the bird at all.

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“Can you tell me what brings you in today?” Oddly enough, the doctor's eyes stay on the bird as she speaks. The Blissey begins to circle the Espathra like a shark. Her own checkup is brusque but just as competent.

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the clinic is alive in its own way. between waiting to be called into a room and the banter between the presiding pokemon, lisette wonders if this isn't as much of a home as it is a place of business and convalescence. she wonders what it would be like to have pokemon who are so lively with one another, as the chatot and heliosk are with each other. [break][break]

eventually, she is brought before the doctor herself, and holds a breath as the espathra is appraised. the pokemon doesn't fuss under such scrutiny, and even happily eats the poffin offered before it. so bright and lively. are all pokemon this... tiring to be around? [break][break]

"what?" lisette blinks widely. "oh, um..." she thinks back to the ariados incident. "well. there were a lot of spider pokemon in the way. i think the espathra had been in their clutches." maybe the arachnid poison had gotten to the bird's head, after all. "it won't leave me alone. maybe it's delirious? i'm not sure." [break][break]

on second thought, maybe lisette should have brought the espathra to a pokemon whisperer. or maybe she has already brought her to one, so it seems. [break][break]

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“Good, huh?” The Espathra’s beak tickles the doctor’s palm. Emerald eyes meet its dull ones. There’s emotion in them, but it’s not fear or unwell. She smiles. “One more won’t hurt.” A blue one is quickly dispatched as well. But two is all that appears. Too many sweets could upset the bird’s belly after all.
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As Lisette spins her tale, the doctor nods. “Ariados?” With all the war injuries she’d been dealing with, this almost felt like a return to form.

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She leans in for a close-up look at the flying-type’s iris. But there’s no discoloration, a telltale sign of certain poisons. Bitten nails pick out a bit of webbing as she gently explores the bird’s feathers. The woman keeps her eyes out for any sign of a bite. Her lips purse into a thin line as she explores the muscular bird’s entire body. In the end, she didn’t spot any signs of poisoning. “It doesn’t look like they bit her.”
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Or, if they had, not too severely.
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The woman’s description of symptoms seemed a bit strange. But it could be a sign of delusions.
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Aubre’s eyes met those of her no-nonsense Blissey. She was best described as an old German nurse. The thing apparently agreed with her assessment. The Ariados had attacked the bird but hadn’t managed to hurt it. There’s a thoughtful pause as Aubre turns to face Lisette. “Did you save her?” The question seemed kind of silly. It wasn’t like the woman had left the psychic type there and gotten followed all the way here. “I’m guessing that’s why she’s here now.” Tiny hands moved to scratch at the area where smooth skin met neck ruff. A favorite spot for the empathetic Pokemon.
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“I think she’s trying to thank you.” The doctor turned to look into the thing’s stunning sapphire eyes.

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the woman moves effortlessly. this is what people mean when they say professionals do it better — professors, scientists, doctors. they have a way of conducting themselves that automatically makes lisette think she is inadequate, besides. it is equal parts inspiring and confusing. [break][break]

the no-nonsense blissey has already won a spot in lisette's heart for her odd character. unlike other nurse-like pokemon, this one seems hardened and precise in its evaluation of others. aubre speaks so gently yet plainly, lisette is caught off guard from her own inward thoughts. "yes, it was ariados." lisette had never been to a party in her youth; she would have been amused by the common saying of 'tell the police nothing, but tell the medical professionals everything.' it would certainly apply to this very moment. [break][break]

then the doctor says that the espathra hadn't suffered much, if at all. and what's more, it seems to be thanking lisette. thanking her? for what? for saving its life inadvertently, the young woman supposes. better to be in a human's debt than to be a dead pile of feathers somewhere. [break][break]

she feels a little silly for mistaking its behavior as medical symptoms. "oh... i hadn't realized." she wants to pet the espathra, but she doubts her touch will be as comforting as the doctor's had been. but would it hurt so bad to try...? "so it's in its right mind, after all. that's a relief." she tries to copy aubre's movements, and scratching the bird in its favored place. "perhaps this visit was unnecessary, then. apologies. had i known, i wouldn't have brought a fully-healed espathra to the clinic." [break][break]

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To be compared to a professor—like her friend Eva—would flabbergast Aubre. But it wasn’t a wrong impression. She just spent all her time looking in funhouse mirrors. Though there was still some pride under there, a lot of it had been as scorched as her back. But one labcoat is enough to remind Aubre of another self. The one that wasn’t too weak to withstand the fire that scorched her; the one that lived.
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The Blissey waddles over to a nearby stool. How its tiny flippers reach the keyboard isn’t clear, but it’s typing away. Its beady eyes flit briefly to the junior doctor. That same examining stare makes Aubre shiver. Though no words are spoken, the ginger can translate it well enough. The fairy-type was impatient to have the woman gone. When darkness fell, the clinic became hers. And, last she checked, this was meant to be the start of a vacation.
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Emerald eyes narrow for an instance. A gentle warning not to push her departure. Every patient deserved her full attention. Even ones that were completely healthy. Or, at least, ones that weren’t fully confirmed healthy. “They normally wouldn’t go after something this big—” She wondered if the psychic-type had been attracted by the shine of the strands. Or, more likely, trying to net a Spinarak kabob. “But if she wrecked their nest…” The doctor let the sentence trail off. Surely, her imagination wasn’t the only one that could fill in the blanks.

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A brief conversation ensues between the ostrich and the taciturn Blissey. A simple nod from the egg bearer confirms Aubre’s suspicions. “Yes, she’s all right. Just excited.” For a moment, there’s a ripple of frustration. But that quickly fades. She shakes her head in self admonishment. Don’t be selfish. You want people to bring Pokemon here. Even a small sign can be a big deal. Besides, a healthy patient was something to celebrate. “It’s all right.” Her lips pull upward in a slight smile. “I’d rather you bring her in and not need me than the opposite.”
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Maybe she wouldn’t mention that some of those signs of gratitude were flirtatious. People could get awkward about that.

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In the lobby, there’s a croak of celebration. A ping erupts from her computer. Brat. The doctor turns to glare at the screen.
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But the clack of claws on the tile draws her back to her patient. A smile curls normally anxious lips. She watches as the bird wraps her neck around Lisette. Its beak opens as it sifts through its trainer’s hair. Things like this made her appreciate her job. So much of what she did was the worst part of caring for Pokemon. Seeing creatures that were scared or injured fighting for their life. Being forced to watch as some asshole treated sentient creatures like a knick-knack.
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And, in fact, more than made up for buying lunch tomorrow (not that anyone else ever did).
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“We did see signs of a yeast infection on her toes, but I’ll send you home with some cream—”

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