#embraciingchange

Momo usually doesn't participate in studies. But for some reason, she felt the need to come. Curiosity killed the cat so to speak. The baker did get lost though. Finally she poked her head curiously. Momo's eyes sparkled as they saw the being.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for a study." Momo said in a small voice. "Any chance you know where it is." Momo hummed quietly.

` The steady tap-tap of Val’s cane against the tile floor cut through the sterile hush of the clinic. She moved with practiced ease despite the limp, relying on muscle memory and the subtle shifts in air and sound to map out the space. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled her nose, mingling with the faint traces of coffee and something metallic—likely medical instruments or blood, though she wasn’t sure if it was hers or someone else’s.`The steady tap-tap of Val’s cane against the tile floor cut through the sterile hush of the clinic. She moved with practiced ease despite the limp, relying on muscle memory and the subtle shifts in air and sound to map out the space. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled her nose, mingling with the faint traces of coffee and something metallic—likely medical instruments or blood, though she wasn’t sure if it was hers or someone else’s. She hadn’t planned on being here tonight. She should’ve been at the bar, keeping things running, not hobbling through a too-bright, too-quiet clinic because she’d taken a bad step and landed harder than she should have. Now, irritation gnawed at her, more at the situation than the injury itself. Her fingers tightened around the cane as she picked up on the rustle of fabric nearby. Someone moving—probably a doctor or nurse. Val tilted her head slightly toward the sound. "You a doctor, or am I gonna have to tap my way around until I find someone who actually knows what they’re doing?" The words came edged with impatience, but there was a flicker of dry amusement underneath. She wasn’t good at asking for help. But she was even worse at pretending she didn’t need it.