I fumble through the paperwork, leaving more
blank spaces
than filled ones. A few essential items go in - my name as Citra Lomdi, my approximate age, and a
checkmark
for [Suspected Pregnancy].
When asked if I’ve had
prenatal care
before, I simply write no. Under the section for
insurance
information, I check the box for [None].
And when it asks about
emergency contacts
, I pause with the pen hovering above the line. I have almost all the information to include... for
only one
particular person.
Someone who seems like they might come here
immediately
, if called. If necessary.
But the line that says [Relation To Patient]...
cannot
really be filled. So, I leave it all blank.
Looking down at it all, the form feels
laughably
incomplete. But it’s the best I can do without
fabricating
more information.
> Besides, a part of me suspects they might be used to this from werewolves who prefer to stay off the grid. All in all, it looks like I must approach the ’biggest bitch’ of the group here. Well, be ready, Vrika. It may get more interesting than I plan. Interesting. That might have been some suppressed laughter? Her eyes don’t move across the page. Just doing it for appearances sake. Very submissive. She’s lucky I’m not someone with bad intentions. Yes, Vrika, despite flirting with her packmate just to upset them. That doesn’t count as bad - it was tactical. She’s not all that attractive, compared to some people, but something about her whole person is at least quite... real, right now. <
While the wolf spirit continues to growl softly and whine over the
fun clash
I keep inching toward continuing. Ultimately, I decide to put the device and
my time
to better use.
It’s probably not very good to take... ’candids’ of people you do not
know well
in an environment like this.
Besides, this
rectangle
beside me contains access to more knowledge than the
royal libraries
of my homeland. I’m sure I can figure out how to extract some of it.
And make that trip I didn’t get to take to the public one obsolete!