stranded on the wrong beach
"Don't pretend you had no clue at all what we're doing," Vermouth scoffs. "You knew, from the very beginning, what kind of job you were signing up for."
~5.7k. Miyano Elena / Vermouth
written for @yuriolympics main round 2, "Expectations"
Elena flips through the patient records and finds the one she wants, pulling it out to check the examination results from last month and frowning slightly as she compares it with the results from today, making calculations within her mind. She jots down a quick note of some information for Atsushi to deliver to the patient tomorrow. He has always been more comfortable with handling various social interactions than her. Well, she's gotten better since her teenage days - and isn't that something? Mary would probably be surprised to see her improvement, not that Elena has seen her in quite a while - but it's just easier and simpler to let him do it. First time patients - and even the non-first time ones, honestly - automatically assume she's just the assistant, and want to hear their questions answered by him because it sounds more professional.
It suits her, actually, to take on the quieter role, handling the non-interactive parts of the job. Administrative tasks. Counting the inventory and making sure to clear out the expired medicines, tracking which ones they need to place an order again. Pharmaceutical work - well, as much pharmaceutical work that a small clinic like theirs requires, anyway.
She misses the Shirohato Pharmaceuticals days, sometimes. Before it went bankrupt and she and Atsushi decided to open their own clinic. Misses the research they were doing there, the bold idea they were testing out - still at the very early stages with nothing concrete to show, but they had a direction, they had ideas they were planning to try, theories worth digging deeper into - well, that's all in the past, now.
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