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Characters: Hana, Derek
Location: Derek's Clinic in ScurvyTown
Time of Day: Afternoon, I should think.
Week # / Day #: Week 1, Day 1
Warnings: Hana is a giant tranny. Just sayin'.



Hana felt butterflies flutter through his stomach as he stood at the door to the local clinic--oh, he'd been eying Derek from afar for years now. He'd known him ever since he was a young lad (not that Hana was that much older, mind you!), and Derek had certainly grown up to be quite a looker in his prime.

Now granted, while he wasn't sure if Derek were single, interested in dating, or even gay, that didn't stop him from trying. After all, Hana was a romantic at heart, and nothing could stop the power of love once the full force of it had been released!

...Right?

In any case, it was that illogical feeling that had lead him here to Derek's door, standing outside as he realized that just barging in without an ailment might seem a bit... off. Suspicious, to say the least. Maybe he'd just go along with whatever the doctor said, and just answer questions when asked... make up some symptoms...

Perhaps this could work. In any case, it sure worked a lot better than standing and staring at the door. He wasn't a young girl boy? anymore--he was fully capable of catching a man that he wanted without hesitation!

And so, he reached forward, proudly taking the door handle in his hand and stepping into the building, seeing the young doctor sitting at his desk looking over paperwork that, without a doubt, must've been extremely important. He cleared his throat, but was a bit too impatient to wait for the doctor to notice him through that means.

"Dr. Stiles?" He said, in the most feminine voice he could muster.

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dead_men_npcs
Feb. 10th, 2008 12:34 pm (UTC)
He was in his fourth hour of constant paperwork-- it'd been a bit of a slow day at the clinic, so Derek had taken advantage of the extra free time that having few patients allowed to work through what was once a seemingly endless stack of unfinished patient records and reports (that may or may not have been sitting on his desk for over a month).

He was nearing the end of the pile when a familiar voice startled him slightly, and he jerked his head upward to see an equally familiar face.

"Oh, Hana!" he said (he never did know whether to address him as 'mister' or 'miss'), putting his pen down and standing up from his desk chair. "What brings you here today?"
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 10th, 2008 06:59 pm (UTC)
Hana, already being bombarded with questions, felt a little overwhelmed. He could pull through, though--time to use a little of that old showgirl charm he'd acquired through years of performing. Come on, Hana girl, you can do this!

"Oh, Dr. Stiles, I'm so glad you're here," Hana said, putting a hand to his forehead. "This morning as I was reading my favorite book--" He conveniently left out the part about finding it in the trash. "--I began to feel a bit ill. I was afraid it might be something serious, so I thought I'd drop by and have you take a look."

He took a seat on one of the small beds Derek kept in the clinic, trying to force a cough.

"Do you enjoy books, Doctor?"
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 11th, 2008 01:12 am (UTC)
"Do you enjoy books, Doctor?" Derek heard Hana ask him as he grabbed a clipboard from his desk and pulled a chair to the bedside. Funny-- patients usually described their symptoms and whatever else was ailing them before bringing up conversation topics such as books.

"Me? I do enjoy them, yes." he began as he sat down. His expression changed into some sort of tired half-smile as he continued, "The only ones I ever really have time to read lately are medical textbooks, though."

He crossed one leg over the other, rested the clipboard on his lap, and pulled a pen out of the chest pocket of his shirt. "Now, you said you were feeling ill? Can you describe your symptoms to me?"
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 11th, 2008 01:47 am (UTC)
"Oh, for shame, Doctor!" Hana cried a bit too dramatically, folding his fingers. He savored the rather adorable expression on the doctor's face as he had answered his question. "That just won't do at all! I have some books that were scavenged from before the floods by absolutely delightful authors, I'll have you know. I'll have to bring them by sometime for you to read."

Hana frowned for a moment when Derek asked of his symptoms, faking another cough as he tried to regain his (sick?) composure. As he spoke, he fought to keep his eyes from the other's legs as the doctor folded them.

"Ah, yes..." Hana said, bringing a finger to his chin. "Well, I feel feverish, my stomach feels a bit odd, and... my heart flutters quite often."
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 11th, 2008 06:30 am (UTC)
"Oh, that's alright. You really don't have to," Derek told the other woman. "Not that I have the time to read anything I'd really like to, anyway." the doctor thought to himself.

He listened to Hana's list of ailments, tapping the pen lightly against his bottom lip. "Alright, I'm going to start with the heart, then."

As he stood from the chair he took his stethoscope from around his neck, and put the earpieces into his ears. He took the end of it and pressed it to the middle of Hana's chest. "Take a deep breath, please." he instructed.
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 11th, 2008 08:15 am (UTC)
"Alright, I'm going to start with the heart, then."

Hana could think of a few good things to say in response, but he'd save it for later--right now he would merely test the waters. After all, one couldn't rush love!

A bit disappointed in Derek's rejection of his literature, Hana heaved a heavy sigh as the other man pressed the metal to his chest. He'd hoped that had sufficed for the doctor--though describing symptoms of common love-sickness might have been a too much. Perhaps adding coughing to his list might have made it a bit less obvious.

Well, in any case, the two of them were alone, so Hana might as well make the most of it. He hadn't spoken to Derek in some time--it might be nice to have a chat before going in for the kill... so to speak.

"You didn't seem very busy this morning, Doctor Stiles," Hana said, trying to resume small-talk. "I should think a man like you would be working constantly in a place like this. If there are two things that the people on this island are good at, it's having children and hurting themselves." Hana gave him a small, devilish smile. "It's a good thing the two of us handle both of those areas, no?"
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 12th, 2008 08:58 am (UTC)
Derek stayed silent for a few moments, focusing on the sounds coming through the stethoscope. He wasn't so surprised to find there was nothing wrong-- nothing that was evident from the sound of his heartbeat, at least.

"I usually do have more patients. Today is just a slow day, I guess." Derek said as he removed the stethoscope from the other man's chest and his own ears, and put it back to its original place around his neck.

"It's a good thing the two of us handle both of those areas, no?"

"That's true," Derek said in response, his face displaying just a tiny, slightly uneasy smile in response to Hana's mischievous one. "I'm sure people have a much easier time trusting you, though. A lot of people around here don't seem to like doctors."

He started to rummage around in the drawer of a small table by the bed until he found a small, glass thermometer. "Open your mouth and press your tongue against the roof of your mouth, please."
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 12th, 2008 04:41 pm (UTC)
Hana did as he was told, opening his mouth to allow the thermometer to rest atop his tongue for a few minutes. He remained quiet to allow the thing to take his temperature (which was most likely normal; he probably should've thought this out better), and a few moments of awkward silence passed between the two of them.

Couldn't this blasted thing read any faster?!
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 14th, 2008 10:34 am (UTC)
After a few moments, Derek took the thermometer out of Hana's mouth. He squinted his eyes slightly to make out the small numbers on it, only to find that, well... there wasn't anything wrong with his temperature, either.

"...And... you've been having these symptoms for how long, exactly?" Derek asked, putting up a good fight not to let his face or voice reveal any skepticism.
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 15th, 2008 12:24 am (UTC)
Hana felt his throat tighten with nervousness once the doctor asked about the duration of his symptoms--should he lie? Or should he tell the truth? Hana fidgeted nervously with his hands as he struggled to come to a decision.

Oh, dash it all! He would just go for it!

"Well, to tell the honest truth, Doctor," Hana began, lowering his eyes to his hands as he felt a warmth grow in his cheeks. "I should say that I've been feeling this way since the moment I met you."

Hm. A bit over the top, perhaps. But what was said was said, and all he could do was wait.
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 15th, 2008 10:26 am (UTC)
He raised an eyebrow slightly. Ever since Hana had met him? But Derek didn't remember ever having an illness with the symptoms he described, especially not one that was contagio-- oh.

Oh.

"E... excuse me...?" he finally managed to stammer after a moment.
dead_men_npcs
Feb. 17th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)
[Sorry for late response--Valentine's day and the day after was a bit crazy!]

Hana waited, keeping his eyes in his lap as he waited for a response. One second, two second... three painful seconds... they continued to tick by until the silence was nearly unbearable.

"E... excuse me...?" he finally managed to stammer after a moment.

"Oh, doctor, forgive my forwardness," Hana said, though he wasn't entirely planning on backpedaling. After all, one should fight for love! And if he was shot down, then... so be it! He would rise again, a new woman, strong from his rejections, and live his life the way it should be lived!

"That is to say, I... I think I may have developed feelings for you, Dr. Stiles," he continued, running his finger along his own knuckles and bringing his eyes to meet the doctor's. "Now, don't you worry about returning them! Such things should not be forced; but I did think that you should know that I... I find myself thinking of you more by the day! My breath is short! My knees are weak! And--"

He cut himself off, feeling a bit carried away in the moment.

"--and..."

He trailed off, suddenly losing his fervor. Just what was he trying to say, anyway...?
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