[Finding the place has proven to be a bit more difficult than Dastan had anticipated. He was still not used to the Dreamberry and kept taking wrong turns. But he finally finds the place and after climbing the stairs four by four, he knocks on her door. He runs a hand through his hair again, wiping off the sweat from his forehead. He is wearing his armor, the only thing he knew would keep the makeshift bindings stable and that would not stain from the blood he is losing. Still, he leans on the doorframe while waiting for Naomi to open up]
[Naomi's there immediately, giving the man a quick glance before allowing him to enter the room. The familiar weight of her lab coat is missing for once, leaving the woman dressed plainly in her black skirt and blouse.]
Sit down and get comfortable. [Her tone, though packed with fake pleasantness, is also very commanding. You have come to her for help, so she assumes you will do as she says.] When did the injury occur?
[Now that he can give the woman a good look, he can't help but be surprised by the similarities she shares with Tamina: dark hair, dark eyes, skin permanently sun-kissed. Even her tone, and while Dastan's temper seems to want to rise out of habit, he bites his lower lip in order to stay calm. He's not one to excel at following orders and he's never been a very good patient for the healers, but he decides to try and behave for once.
Looking around for a place to sit down, but her place is as bare as his and he has to chose to sit on the kitchen counter. Slowly, he unstraps his armor, trying as much as he can not to aggravate his wound.]
...Back in my world. A few days ago, I suppose. It all depends on how long it truly took me to get....here.
[Having already slipped on a pair of sterile gloves, Naomi is very swift to move to his side, a delicate hand pressing near the wound. She'll pay the man's good looks more attention after this treatment is over and done.]
You've let it sit for days? [Her lips purse together as her tone rises angrily.] I hope the reason you received it isn't as stupid.
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Sit down and get comfortable. [Her tone, though packed with fake pleasantness, is also very commanding. You have come to her for help, so she assumes you will do as she says.] When did the injury occur?
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Looking around for a place to sit down, but her place is as bare as his and he has to chose to sit on the kitchen counter. Slowly, he unstraps his armor, trying as much as he can not to aggravate his wound.]
...Back in my world. A few days ago, I suppose. It all depends on how long it truly took me to get....here.
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You've let it sit for days? [Her lips purse together as her tone rises angrily.] I hope the reason you received it isn't as stupid.
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