Incarnation

葵花向日 | 朝三 Day Final

Let’s say our lips will meet We’ll become lovers as I’ve seen It can be black and white or all the spectrums in between

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Was… this guy for real? The way that he was being glared at just left an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yet, there was a reason he was there, and it happened to be by a chance encounter with a drunk driver, and his body. While he wasn’t seriously harmed…

"Here."

With his only good arm, he held out a file he kept with him.

       He took the file and looked it over with so much a glance. Zhou Yu, Male... And a list of allergies down on the next page. Granted he still has his subconscious ill-will, that was pushed aside for his work.

            "We need you in a room, now," he glanced at one of the nurses, who brought a gurney, "Lay down on that. Nurse, I want x-rays and some tests done, then take him to room fourteen."

             After that order, Zihuan glanced at the victim and asked, "I do hope you have no metal on you. The nurse will help you with those if need be."

She looked down at the ground, then back up towards him.

       Knew it. She was still ill. Zihuan would prefer her to be resting... Until she spoke of not sleeping well. It could be her illness, for it is possible. Or the dreams could be manifested by stress. But this doctor was no psychologist.

       He was simply a doctor.

      Yet, how was he to know it was a mere figment of his own imagination, when the doctor was alone in his office? The scowl was worn upon his features, glasses back in place. Whatever, or whoever it is: this man was not welcomed.

       But a part of him denies the absence of this illusion.

"I-" She paused and looked down before holding out a sheet of paper towards him. While it was rolled up and only a photocopy of the real thing, she simply continued to hold it out. "I finally got my Nursing license. It’s the first step to what I want to be, but… it’s a step."

While she was happy, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering her. She was dizzy, and kept trying to hide it. Maybe it was the smog, but… she didn’t seem to be well, and her head kept swimming, but she kept her head down so he wouldn’t see.

      Zihuan took the paper and unrolled it meticulously, studying the contents with a smirk. A nurse? Well, it would not hurt to have another hand in this busy clinic. Of course, he'll have to do a check-up. There was no way he would allow her to collapse during her shift.

      And he should know: he does administer her medication.