Oh, I Need a Doctor [Ceano]

Lark was sitting comfortably on his wooden chair, facing tons of files regarding the research he asked one of his colleagues to provide him with. He never liked those swinging plushy chairs the school normally provides because it felt like he was drowning, and of course, the elf in him told him to stay close to nature, literally so by sitting on wood.

He was skimming through a set of documents explaining what this world know as "brain cancer" something akin to Equilibrium's "Amanita phalloides" — a kind of disease that even the golden elves can't heal. This fact made this specific study more interesting to the elf, that he barely noticed when someone opened the door.

When he turned to answer the call, an unpleasant scowl immediately spread across his face. "I won't ask what you're doing here, but I still don't like the fact that you followed Cean."

It was too late when he realized how rudely he acted, his parental instincts got the better of him again.

He only does so with Dominik and he does not know why.

"I have no desire to talk to you, however, I need to know your reasons as to why you tailed him so I'll take you up on that offer." Lark sighed, getting up from his chair and pointing the edge of the nearest clinic bed to direct his now so-called patient.

Duty calls. was all the elf could think of as he opened the cabinet at the right side of the room, opposite of where the beds were. "Now tell me," Lark started, his back facing the human. "Is this Lycoperdon...asthma of yours a usual occurence?"

He had pulled the albuterol out from the cabinet as he waited for the other's reply.

"Ibuprofen?" Lark couldn't contain the punctuated concern in his voice. "Really, who told you using that will actually help?"

The elf grabbed the albuterol and placed it in the inhaler, striding over the human right after and giving him the kit. "Never use that again. It's a potential trigger." He sighed and subconsciously crossed his arms over his chest. "If you ran out again just come here, I'll file your data so the school can accommodate your condition."

Lark doesn't want to admit it, but just looking at Dominik makes the healer in him regret how he acted not too long ago. Really Lark? To be like that to a patient? Oh great, now he's feeling guilty.

Lark found his way back to his little wooden chair, pulled his records book out and reached for his pen from the pocket of his coat. "When did they start?" He said, trying to shake the feeling off of his system."When do they occur?"

@trahnael

The mention of the Games made Lark fringe for a second, before immediately trying to compose himself - he can't possibly let this Dominik feel his fear. But to remember what Equilibrium was...is, it was a pretty normal response.

"I'm afraid I left before this moon's Games started." He answered.

So he never knew what really happened, never even met the Claret brothers, not until they joined the academy anyway.

So his plan to bury all the memories of Equilibrium will never come true huh?

"Is your brother a doctor? A healer even?" He asked after filing the document, sarcasm oozing from his voice. "I bet not. You know what, I think he's the exact opposite."

Why is he like this anyway? Why does his cool seem to fly off when he hears about Augustus?

Maybe because of the fact that the human wants to drag Cean back to the hell they once called home.

The elf inhaled then sighed. "But of course, I'm here to look after everyone's health, so you are one of my... obligations."

"They act up when you're tired, that's a given. When you say randomly, can you think of anything that's always there? In these random occurrences? Like a pot of plant for example?"

@trahnael

"How does it feel to have an elf as your healer?" Was what Lark commented, feeling obligated to return such remark.

He sighed, sensing the change of atmosphere that he was not aware of until now. From angry red to calming blue... because right now, what he feels is... downright awkward... and he doesn't have any answer as to why.