WHO:Shanti Kaul & Olivier Bonheur WHAT: A physical with a side of extra sass WHEN: 9/10; lunchtime {backdated} WHERE: Clinic RATING/STATUS: TBD | In progress
Shanti did not usually consider herself to be a difficult person to get along with. After all, she frequently went out of her way to help her patients, and it was obvious, at least to herself, that she cared very much. That was more than she could say about many of the other doctors she had met during her internship and the following years. Many people became doctors for the money, prestige, or influence, but Shanti became one because she genuinely wanted to help people. So what if her manner was a little firm and terse?
And because she didn't see herself as especially difficult to get along with, she was continually and frequently irritated with a certain Fencing instructor who insisted on making it difficult for her to do her job. All she wanted to do was check on the stupid enchanted object in his chest and make sure it was actually helping, and he had the nerve to be sarcastic with her. Was anyone else on this island--in the world, even--working harder than she to keep him alive? No, there was no one else.
She let out a frustrated huff of a sigh every so often when she remembered he was going to come by, and kept checking her wristwatch to make sure he didn't miss their appointment. As noon rolled around, she began to wrap up the research she'd been doing on Cystic Fibrosis to ready herself for his check-up; when she finally heard someone walk through the door, she poked her head out of the office, let out another quiet huff, and grabbed her lab coat.