Who: Turin and Yuna What: A routine checkup turns into a body swap When: 8/4 Where: clinic status: complete Rating: PG
Turin was flipping through a book on the shelf at the clinic. He smirked a little, then put it back. It was one of his own books, and that amused him to no end. He looked at his watch, then took a seat again and sighed. He hated checkups. But they were a necessary evil.
They were necessary, but they didn't need to be evil. Yuna liked to think that she could make anyone cheer up if she tried hard enough. Doctor's visits didn't need to be frightening, and she thought if more people were comfortable seeing a doctor they'd be healthier in the long run.
She put on her best smile and poked her head out of the door leading to the offices, "Turin?"
They were evil, you’d never be able to convince Turin of anything else than that. He stood stiffly and walked past the very pretty nurse. He wondered if he was developing a thing. It wasn’t a bad thing. Asian women were gorgeous.
He gave her a smile.
"We're ready for you, please come with me," Yuna said, with a nod of recognition.
Her smile widened a bit as he stepped closer, picking up on his discomfort and trying to set him more at ease, "We'll just need to get your vitals before we can begin. It's... mainly a formality at this point, since it's not likely you're growing any taller. But it never hurts to have the numbers written down, just in case."
“Yeah, sure. It’s actually been awhile.” Since he’d last woken up, from his coma. That would probably be in the medical charts, so he didn’t bring it up.
"Step onto the scale, please." Yuna had already read over Turin's chart, but she double-checked it while she waited for the numbers to show up.
He hadn't been in a coma as long as some cases she'd seen during nursing school, but it was still pretty rare for her to come across anyone who'd been in one, "How have you been feeling since you woke up? No odd symptoms that we might want to take note of? It must have been such an adjustment for you. So much seems to happen in even the space of a month around here."
“Nothing unusual,” he lied. Turin didn’t want to talk about the dreams, or hearing a voice when he looked at the sword that was always in his trunk.
“I lost a lot, yes. It’s been an adjustment.”
"I know how hard it can be to recover after losing something. But... we're resilient people. I think we can recover from anything"
She jotted down his weight and then had him line up to get his height. Jotting those numbers down quickly as well, she motioned for him to take a seat.
As soon as Turin sat down, the world seemed to shift. He was standing again, looking down at a chart. He felt shorter, and his balance was thrown off. “Whoa...”
And his voice was completely wrong.
Everything in the world was completely wrong. Yuna found herself sitting, when she knew for a fact she'd been standing before and getting ready to take Turin's blood pressure...
But now she was staring at herself. She was staring at herself, holding the medical chart. What had just happened!?
"Do I really sound like that?" Turin's voice said, from inside... it must be Turin's body. She looked down at her hands and they were much bigger and wider than her own were, "How is this ... possible..."
Which seemed like a foolish question, considering where they lived. Still, she asked it anyway.
He looked up and stared at … himself. This was wrong, this was all wrong, and Turin felt like he wanted to fall over. “I don’t...do I really look like that?”
"I guess you do? I had no idea I was actually that short..." Yuna remarked, sounding a bit stunned, even in Turin's voice. She slipped off of the bench she'd instructed Turin to sit on, and took a moment to try and clear her head.
There was a voice back there. In the back of her mind. She thought it better not to mention that, "How are you feeling? I know I'm feeling a bit faint, myself..."
“A little wobbly. I feel like we should be screaming in panic, but...” Turin took a deep breath, trying to fight back some panic. “what do we do?”
"We probably should be screaming in panic, but... Panicing won't help either of us, I think."
Yuna folded her arms across her chest and tried to think. The first set of thoughts of course had to do with how odd it was to fold your arms across your chest when you didn't have breasts to get in the way. She managed to focus after that, but no good ideas were really jumping out at her, "We don't know what caused it. We don't have all the information, and... like the other odd things, there are probably people already trying to fix it. We should find out if this is... localized, or if it's widespread, and if it is, we should probably just try and go about our lives for a time."
Turin was having the opposite reaction. Folding arms over breasts was a really, really strange thing and one he wasn’t sure he wanted to get used to. Even if he had to resist the urge to do a little groping. That wasn’t polite, and Miss Yuna seemed so nice.
“Yuriko is going to either flip. Or laugh.”
"Oh no... Miss Yuriko? You know her?!" Yuna put her hands over her face in dismay.
Turin’s mopey smile was adorable on Yuna’s face. “Ah...quite well. She’s my fiance.”
This was the worst possible thing that could have happened to Yuna, as far as Yuna was concerned. She rubbed her face with her hands and let out a very long sigh, "You will need to tell her about this, I think... somehow... She invited me to your wedding as a... mark of respect, and I also respect her greatly, and I have no wish to steal her Fiance's body."
Turin nodded his head. “It’s all right. You don’t need to apologize. We didn’t control this. It will be okay.” And for one of those rare moments, Turin felt positive.
"Are you sure she'll understand? I just... do not wish to anger her. I hope that this isn't permanent." Yuna wondered how on earth she was going to handle work the rest of the day, and came to the conclusion that she just couldn't.
She shook her head, noticing the way Turin's hair bounced a bit at the movement, which caused her to smile for some reason, "We will have to reschedule your check up and then... I think I will have to go home for the day."
“Just like that?” Turin ran his hands up and down his arms and stared at his hands again. He felt surprisingly calm. “I guess there’s not much else we can do. We should check the network.”
"We can't stay here... I can't work like this, and I'm sure that there are people you need to get into contact with about this... change," Yuna nodded her head, and started heading for the door out of the room, "We should, yes. And..."
She paused to start rifling in the pockets of the pants she was now wearing, "You will probably want your personal items."
“Except ID...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “We definitely can’t swap ID.”
"Oh. No, you're right, you'll just have to be Yuna Lee for ... as long as this goes on. Hopefully it's only temporary." She handed him over his keys, though, and his phone, and the rest of his wallet, after slipping his ID out of it.
Items swapped, Turin practiced walking a bit, then swallowed. At least Yuna wasn’t in heels. It would be rude to break her neck. “Lets keep in touch.”
"That's a good idea. I think I'll need to apologize to Miss Yuriko, too. And I'll be sure to be careful." Yuna bowed a bit - it was a stiff movement in this body - then straightened, "I'll head right home. I am sorry that these are the circumstances we're getting to know each other under."
“Well..once this gets fixed.” He refused to think it wouldn’t be. “We’ll all have to sit down and have dinner.”
"Agreed. I think I'd really like that."
With that, and a nod of her head, she took his hand and lead him out to the nurse's station, where quick explanations could be made before they left. Luckily, the nurses at the clinic were acquainted enough with odd happenings to simply nod their heads.