Day 46: Doctor's Office 9 [Dr. Weaver] [Second Shift]
This place had more paperwork to fill out before one could actually see a patient than both Delphi and Saint Francis combined - and that was saying something. Between that and the shifts around to her office...she let out a heavy sigh. That had been frustrating, all right.
Finally, though, Dr. Weaver was ready to see her first patients. She finished writing some notes to herself on the whiteboard: the words 'Savato', 'Bliss', and GUILT' - then took a seat at her desk.
She tapped a few keys on her computer's keyboard, pulling up the young woman's file. Ounishi Kazuko. Age 17, from Tokyo, black hair, green eyes. Nozomi sighed a bit. There wasn't as much information in the patient file as she would have liked. That was a bit frustrating, but she supposed every place had their way of going about things. It didn't mean that she needed to like it; in fact, the opposite was true.
That was all right in the end, though. She didn't much like trusting blindly in others' notes, a lesson she had learned first-hand. She'd take her own history when the girl arrived.
She kept the one tab open, then tapped a few keys, opening up the file for her second patient. Amy Dumas. Age 25, blonde hair, blue eyes. She made a mental note to take a look at the woman's arm, noting the recent injury to it, and also noted the woman's past professional record.
Finally, though, Dr. Weaver was ready to see her first patients. She finished writing some notes to herself on the whiteboard: the words 'Savato', 'Bliss', and GUILT' - then took a seat at her desk.
She tapped a few keys on her computer's keyboard, pulling up the young woman's file. Ounishi Kazuko. Age 17, from Tokyo, black hair, green eyes. Nozomi sighed a bit. There wasn't as much information in the patient file as she would have liked. That was a bit frustrating, but she supposed every place had their way of going about things. It didn't mean that she needed to like it; in fact, the opposite was true.
That was all right in the end, though. She didn't much like trusting blindly in others' notes, a lesson she had learned first-hand. She'd take her own history when the girl arrived.
She kept the one tab open, then tapped a few keys, opening up the file for her second patient. Amy Dumas. Age 25, blonde hair, blue eyes. She made a mental note to take a look at the woman's arm, noting the recent injury to it, and also noted the woman's past professional record.