onepassingnight | [002] Doctor's Hours

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[002] Doctor's Hours

This is a waiting room inside a large hospital, comfortably furnished and provided with a mixture of medical journals and fashion magazines. After a reasonable wait, a bustling nurse calls out the appointments, everyone who arrives. "Doctor Mizuno will see you now."

Inside the doctor's office, bookshelves line every wall, packed with heavy textbooks. Doctor Mizuno, remarkably young for her title (youngest in her world, it's rumored) sits behind the sturdy desk with a quiet, self-satisfied smile. She's wanted to be in this place for so long; the thrill of finally achieving it hasn't worn off even in dreams. It's enough to make her smile in the faces of the people who think she's only here because of her mother's famous name, and go about showing them how wrong they are by her results.

"How are you feeling today?" she asks her patient.

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Those are the words of someone with experience. They resonate inside a girl who has her own scars; Ami is, after all, also a soldier. How she reconciles that with this, is for her own mind to try to justify. It doesn't always do a good job of it. Those words also resonate inside the lonely genius whose pangs of separation from others - such small things at first - had all but consumed her.

"How is your grip with the affected hand?" If had been immobilized for very long while healing, in Ami's world it would have taken away to get back to workable shape.

As she speaks, Ami reaches for the arm to put it through its paces herself. Her touch - here and now, at least - is firm and confident, but seems to know how to stop short of pain or resistance.

She has seen many things, it was true; nothing quite like such a young girl with skills as these, and an experienced touch to accompany it. It was admirable, even if it tugged at that gut feeling of hers that something was out of place. What was a relative child doing diagnosing someone like her? Who could tell...

"My grip has been steady," with a small wince, she twisted that hand back and though it seemed to rotate fine, there was a lot of tension therein as she did so. "I will admit it affects my finesse, and there is a dull ache that persists after training." Yes, 'training' not 'physical therapy'.

A lot of people in Ami's waking life wondered that, too; she'd been working at the hospital since finishing medical school during what should have been her high school years. Holding herself back to stay with friends was no longer a concern.

"I assume you want to be back in top training shape as quickly as possible. Right now, I'll recommend some new exercises - I'll demonstrate them for you if you want - and some muscle relaxants. They should help you get a better range of motion so you can work out the stiffness."

There is something to be said for accomplishing such feats in light of sacrificing societal norms, status, and the expectations of others. It did no good to hold back for anothers sake; especially when the Big Picture was involved. Service. Duty. Things she'd really rather get back to.

"You are right about that," she intones with a small smile. "I have been given some salves, but they don't seem to be particularly effective." Calpurnia scrunches her nose up. "--and they small to Holy Terra. I'll be glad to be free from having to use them."

If it had all gone right instead of going all wrong, she'd have begged to stay with them instead of transferring to private school. Now, she'd rather go for success, achievement. So she lived up to her potential finally, and she found her own reasons for this doctor's path rather than only making her mother happy - though to be fair, that was still important to her, too.

Ami hears Calpurnia out with a vague, professional smile and nods at the end. "These will be in capsule form," she assures her patient and adds slyly, "I won't offend your senses."

Calpurnia chuckled. "Then I am doubly grateful for your assistance, Doctor."

She flexes her hand again, feeling strangely at ease. Perhaps it was the promise of recovery that did it. A boost in morale. "What of those exercises?"

"Here." Ami demonstrated them herself first, a pretty standard set of stretches and rotations and flexes, designed to make the range of motion easier.

"Go ahead," she invited when she finished. "I'll make corrections if I need to."

"Alright." Those directions are easily followed, though she doesn't move as carefully as she should. She's in a hurry; the faster she gets this down, the faster she can get better, right? It's not practical or smart of her, but she's stubborn like that. At one point, she winces. "Hn. Well, so much for that pace."

"Your arm isn't used to moving that way while it's been stiff," Ami points out. "Be careful."

"You're right, I'm sorry." More out of politeness, though she doesn't mean to disregard the doctor's orders either. This next time she's more cautious and methodical, mimicking the movements with perfect form. You would think that she has been at this a while.

"Is that better?"

"Much better. Smoother." Being a doctor had been good for her; it had forced her to learn at least a little patience with people again, and some semblance of pleasantness.

A few more motions, and then she nods. "I think I have the hang of it. Will there be more?" Calpurnia was expecting a more thorough routine but, then again, this wasn't a visit dedicated physical therapist, just a doctor.

(ooc: sorry for the delay. LJ uptime drama + prose + allergies = lame tagging speed. OTL)

"Only one or two more." Ami demonstrates them, and they turn out to still be fairly simple. "I can refer you to a specialist if you still have problems after a little while longer."

(ooc: no worries, LJ has been in and out for me, too)

And again, Calpurnia mirrors the gestures, approving of their efficiency. "No, that will be quite alright. I am certain these will be quite helpful in preparing me for full time work once more."

After a beat, she sets down her hands, looking at Ami expectantly. "Will that be all for this exam?"

(ooc: because of the slowness, I think I'd like to wrap things up then? the sporadic access to the site has me rather frustrated and I hate leaving things untagged. ^^; )

Ami nods. "That's fine for today. Thank you for your visit."

(ooc: absolutely. XD they can meet up again sometime when LJ is behaving.)

"No, I am the one who should thank you," Calpurnia states as she rises to her feet once more, offering her hand for a firm shake. "I see the wisdom in taking my colleagues' recommendation." And she was not disappointed.

"If I need anything further, I will be in touch."

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[002] Doctor's Hours

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*smell to -- oh, how I miss the Edit button ><

:comfs: It's ok <3

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