ITP: Doctor hard at work.

[actualrapist]

[Bring him your sick, your injured, your jailbai-- wait. The good doctor will treat your bruises, colds or that one injury you've been trying to hide for weeks. Come, there are cookies in his office ♥]

((MY NET GOT SUPER STUPID so I'll be slow. I'm sorry I swear it wasn't doing this half an hour ago))

Comments

[hitme_baby]

*Looking around, kind of lost*

Haah...

[actualrapist]

... are you lost?

[hitme_baby]

Constantly.

[actualrapist]

Hahaha, were you looking for something?

[hitme_baby]

Um, yeah. A doctor, actually.

[actualrapist]

You've found one.

[hitme_baby]

*actually looks at. ...doctor's coat.*

Right, I knew that.

[actualrapist]

Did you hit your head?

[hitme_baby]

Eh? How did you guess?

[actualrapist]

[sighs and takes out a penlight]

Follow my finger.

[you get shiny light on your eyes :|]

[hitme_baby]

Alright... *winces a bit when the light hits his eyes, but trying and having a bit of trouble with that*

[actualrapist]

[puts the light away and is suddenly in ur base, looking for the bump]

[hitme_baby]

Ah...right there.

[actualrapist]

Do you have a headache?

[hitme_baby]

*Nods a bit* Yeah.

[actualrapist]

Sit down.

[goes get stuff]