"Wonder where everybody is? Sure is quiet today.."
"What if everyone died?!"
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It was just a clinic visit, he told himself over and over. He’d recently developed a small rash along both sides of his ribcage, but he couldn’t figure out why. Something inside of him constantly asked, what if it’s lupus? He’d then reassure himself with, it’s never lupus. Though he wanted to get it checked out at least. He’d heard of a free clinic at the Princeton-Plainsboro hospital, serendipity was on his side. Dangling his legs over the edge of the examination table, Greg scratched his sides before telling himself once more not to itch his rash. He prayed the doctor would come soon, though little to his own knowledge, it was nothing more than a rash from his new deodorant.
“I’m sorry!The chocobos were coming so fast and I just —- couldn’t get the words out — are you all right?" She knelt next to the floored male, expression coloured with worry. "I didn’t break anything of yours, did I?”
On his knees, he pulled his torso upright like a marionette. With a smile on his face he nodded. “I am unharmed, do not worry,” he told her, a genuine look in his eye.
"I hope you are unharmed as well?"
An ordinary shirt with the “Iroha Song” on it in fine print.
"Although its scent still lingers on / the form of a flower has scattered away
For whom will the glory / of this world remain unchanged?
Arriving today at the yonder side / of the deep mountains of evanescent existence
We shall never allow ourselves to drift away / intoxicated, in the world of shallow dreams.”
*Song translation by Ryuichi Abe, taken from Wikipedia
"Oh look, Greg-san! The machine gave you a cool shirt…I really like the colors. I hope you like it too."
"T-This isn’t my new uniform, is it?"
On the other hand, sweets were always welcome even if he wasn’t feeling up for eating much. The medic silently reached for the cone of chocolate ice cream, offering a small smile in answer.
"Good," he mused, taking a lick of his own cone, "I wanted the vanilla one." Sitting down in a nearby chair, he crossed his legs over one another. "Busy day?" he asked, idly curious.
He’s hungry but nothing seems appetizing today.
Maybe he’s getting sick…
"Ice cream~" Greg called, as he opened Hibiki’s door, holding two cones of the frozen treat, one a hazel brown the other an off white. "Do you want the chocolate one or the french vanilla?"