"Fujita Goro." Michael repeated, stumbling over the name a little, but had it ready in his memory. "There are a few others. If I’m not mistaken, though, if you ask for Doctor Michael, you should get me sooner or later. I’m almost positive I’m the only doctor with the name Michael at this point in time. I don’t know when that will change. Things change relatively quickly here, as you’ve probably noticed."
He sighed, watching the roads, "Ah…we’re almost there.”
When they finally arrived, Michael helped 'Fujita Goro' down from the rickshaw. David stood there, taking the man into his arms and carefully lowering the patient back down on the makeshift stretcher. Together, the three once again lifted their patient up, this time to get him into the hospital. Upon entering inside, David, settled the patient in a chair, sitting on one side. He likes this place, even though he's never been there before. The place smells somewhat sweet or maybe a little spicy. The incense in the air makes him think of the smoke that comes from a scented cigarette.
Gayle sat on the opposite side, one hand, carefully flitting through his hair, checking for any other signs of a fracture besides the one she had found earlier, to hide her fidgeting from the other medical professionals in the reception area(if you could even call them professionals exactly).
Meanwhile, Michael went to the reception desk, asking to see Dr. Nick, indicating the patient seated between David and Gayle, who while now lucid, was still a concern. He doubted there would be much…agreement on Gayle’s plan, but he knew how to disguise it well enough.
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He sighed, watching the roads, "Ah…we’re almost there.”
When they finally arrived, Michael helped 'Fujita Goro' down from the rickshaw. David stood there, taking the man into his arms and carefully lowering the patient back down on the makeshift stretcher. Together, the three once again lifted their patient up, this time to get him into the hospital. Upon entering inside, David, settled the patient in a chair, sitting on one side. He likes this place, even though he's never been there before. The place smells somewhat sweet or maybe a little spicy. The incense in the air makes him think of the smoke that comes from a scented cigarette.
Gayle sat on the opposite side, one hand, carefully flitting through his hair, checking for any other signs of a fracture besides the one she had found earlier, to hide her fidgeting from the other medical professionals in the reception area(if you could even call them professionals exactly).
Meanwhile, Michael went to the reception desk, asking to see Dr. Nick, indicating the patient seated between David and Gayle, who while now lucid, was still a concern. He doubted there would be much…agreement on Gayle’s plan, but he knew how to disguise it well enough.