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But he’d left the hospital for the day, his emergency shift over, and had headed back to the complex with the idea that he would make sure there had been no new injuries and check up on the young man who had been brought back by his patrolling partner after…summoning some sort of dragon. He sighed and flipped open the folder he was carrying, having retrieved it from his briefcase when he entered the complex, the patient file he’d put together after the young man had stabilized, his at first alarming symptoms evening out into a state that would probably mean near crippling exhaustion and weakness as his body recovered from what seemed to have been almost unbearable stress on several of its functions. Should have run more tests, even if he was stable this morning, I could-- his thoughts were interrupted, however, as walked into the infirmary and then, abruptly, into the patient in question who was inexplicably stumbling around the infirmary unattended.
He shook off the surprise and reached out automatically to steady his patient, but didn’t think to apologize. He’d forgotten the social conventions, as always, in his mind’s rush towards what it meant that the patient (Seifer he reminded himself after a quick glance at the file) was awake, the questions he should ask, the vitals he should be taking and analyzing.
“You’ll want to lie down again I think,” he said brusquely, having already turned back towards a counter along the far wall to retrieve a pen light. “Is this the first time you’ve had anything like this happen?” he asked as he turned back, fully expecting to find that Seifer had followed his instructions and would be perched on the bed waiting meekly for an exam, much as dealing with River (and a residency in the ER) should have taught him otherwise.