Characters: Agent J, Mitsukake
Time: Backdated to shortly after
this network post.
Location: Millennium Park Medical Associates, across the street from Millennium Park itself.
Content: Relocating one medic and some emergency supplies to a less creepy location.
Format: Prose, I guess?
Warnings: Some creepy.
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I hope you're not trying to make a tired joke like 'What possessed you?' )
Mitsukake was filling in the last few characters of another list when he heard her trail off, and quickly (and calmly, not that he lacked practice keeping a level head) filled in the rest. Or at least what he remembered about what the rest was supposed to be. "The other office, yes. And right on time too; I'm sure I've kept you from your work long enough. Thank you for all your help, ma'm."
He managed a faint smile when he said it and it was genuine - miles and miles from anything like sarcasm - because he didn't find it particularly funny that she was the only one in the room who didn't realize she had absolutely no other patients to look after. Hastily scrabbling out the last word, he rolled up the note and slipped it into a pill bottle and then slipped that into one of the two bags in a nearby empty seat. He hadn't been kidding when he said he'd been doing his level best to talk them out of extra supplies, and thank Suzaku something had turned out as it should today.
Oh, and standing up from a chair was much easier than getting up off the ground (in the park or in that other hospital when). Thank Suzaku for that part, too. It was a matter of being careful and it wasn't exactly quick, but he was hardly going to complain.
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He picked up one of the bags of supplies, noticing it took Mitsukake a bit to rise. "Hey, are you doin' alright?"
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