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route_10652010-06-26 10:20 pm
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[open] // cure this dirty old disease
Who: Otacon and you. Yes, you. Right there, at the keyboard.
Where: Violet City Pokemon Center
When: Night of the 26th, around 10PM.
Summary: No, he's not that kind of doctor.
Rating: T just to be safe, idk.
Log:
Doctor Hal Emmerich's PhD was not in medicine. In fact, he was nothing more than a passable field medic as far as such things went. Snake tended to get injured, after all. God forbid Otacon not be able to help his friend when he came home with a broken arm or a gunshot wound or who knows what else--
But that wasn't quite the point, was it? Medical care for Pokemon was much simpler--computerized, using some kind of machine Otacon had never seen before. Once his shift was over, the engineer would love to get a good look at it. But that wouldn't be for at least another two hours--no matter, he could wait. Besides, this job was kind of nice. He got to help people, and Otacon loved doing that.
So, dressed in light green medical scrubs, he waited behind the counter with a smile to greet whoever might approach. An Ekans sat at his feet, head resting on thick purple coils.
"I know it's boring, Kotai. Just be patient."
Where: Violet City Pokemon Center
When: Night of the 26th, around 10PM.
Summary: No, he's not that kind of doctor.
Rating: T just to be safe, idk.
Log:
Doctor Hal Emmerich's PhD was not in medicine. In fact, he was nothing more than a passable field medic as far as such things went. Snake tended to get injured, after all. God forbid Otacon not be able to help his friend when he came home with a broken arm or a gunshot wound or who knows what else--
But that wasn't quite the point, was it? Medical care for Pokemon was much simpler--computerized, using some kind of machine Otacon had never seen before. Once his shift was over, the engineer would love to get a good look at it. But that wouldn't be for at least another two hours--no matter, he could wait. Besides, this job was kind of nice. He got to help people, and Otacon loved doing that.
So, dressed in light green medical scrubs, he waited behind the counter with a smile to greet whoever might approach. An Ekans sat at his feet, head resting on thick purple coils.
"I know it's boring, Kotai. Just be patient."