[Aak had been thrilled to see the bulletin about some disease so bad that the clinic was opening its doors to guests. It was so annoying to be held away from his discipline for no good reason. He's excited to jam his foot in the door and see what he can do behind the scenes with the tools available.]
[It's actually kind of boring to find out that the cure is sex. What are they, in a bad porno? There's some part of him, in his darkest heart, that wonders if letting a few folks turn into vegetation might be the more interesting path forward. Maybe the guy who keeps screaming that he's a nine and deserves better treatment. Turn him into flowers and he'll get taken care of real good by the staff gardeners.]
Heyo, wannabe nurse, what's the status on this one?
[Aak strolls through the door while glancing over the clipboard he was scribbling notes on. Since the cure was so obvious he had taken to just monitoring statuses over the stages of infection. Lymphocyte densities, reactions to medication, all noted with little card suits to see if that had any impact on treatment.]
[he glances up and,]
[oh, hm, that's... That's a Draco, ain't it. His eyes widen a bit in recognition before grimacing. That's the fancy one, wasn't it? She'd been asking all sorts of questions at the medical department. Really, whoever was in charge had no guidelines for who they plucked out of the air, did they?]
Well? [he reiterates, making it clear he doesn't want to play any sort of heart-touching reunion game right now]
vi.
[It's actually kind of boring to find out that the cure is sex. What are they, in a bad porno? There's some part of him, in his darkest heart, that wonders if letting a few folks turn into vegetation might be the more interesting path forward. Maybe the guy who keeps screaming that he's a nine and deserves better treatment. Turn him into flowers and he'll get taken care of real good by the staff gardeners.]
Heyo, wannabe nurse, what's the status on this one?
[Aak strolls through the door while glancing over the clipboard he was scribbling notes on. Since the cure was so obvious he had taken to just monitoring statuses over the stages of infection. Lymphocyte densities, reactions to medication, all noted with little card suits to see if that had any impact on treatment.]
[he glances up and,]
[oh, hm, that's... That's a Draco, ain't it. His eyes widen a bit in recognition before grimacing. That's the fancy one, wasn't it? She'd been asking all sorts of questions at the medical department. Really, whoever was in charge had no guidelines for who they plucked out of the air, did they?]
Well? [he reiterates, making it clear he doesn't want to play any sort of heart-touching reunion game right now]