you never told me what it was that made you strong.

[predominates]

Who: Irene Adler (predominates) & Dr. Kenzo Tenma (surgicalshot)
When: Backdated hideously to around 3/12-ish.
Where: Newcomer Clinic
Summary: After a few rough weeks and then coming here, Irene is in need of a check-up. And maybe some information.
Warnings: None, but will update if anything changes.



Irene had quite a few priorities when she arrived. Her health being unusually low on the list. Nothing a first aid kit couldn't temporarily remedy. Sources of information and protection, along with getting her bearings back, came first -- all of which all had to be drastically altered from her original plans before her detour to Canada.

However strong her stamina was, she still needed to be back to one hundred percent to take on this city, especially AGI. She had already inquired what she needed to know about them, as well as been warned. And her mind was made up. So was her decision not to plan a visit with her doctor acquaintance, John Watson, for this particular case, not when he was possibly unaware of her "death."

The Newcomer Clinic was the better choice for now. She also made sure to be discreet when she arrived at the nearby clinic, coming in for an appointment very close to when the sirens should be going off. Less people on the street. Other than a few emergencies, the place looked slow, and therefore she wouldn't have to stay for long. Taking a seat in the waiting room and removing her coat, she filled out the paperwork, specifying a few of her injuries -- bruising, scarring, aching in her spine. Minor injuries, nothing to be too concerned over. But she would leave the final decision to the doctor.

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[surgicalshot]

Tenma looked at her in surprise, blinking a little and then ducking his head with an embarrassed smile.

"Okay. So, some injuries? Doctor and patient confidentially, of course, so if you're worried about that... what kind of injuries, and where?"

[predominates]

Since coming here, Irene had not spoken a word to anyone about the circumstances before her arrival. In fact, Sherlock Holmes was the only person who held that information. But telling this doctor didn't risk too much, especially in this place. She still felt the need to be as brief as possible.

"Mostly wrists, arms and ankles -- cuts and bruising," she answered, keeping vague. But if he was an observant doctor, then he would notice the slight rope burn. Possibly giving away to her 'unfortunate situation.' "I had hoped to avoid scarring."

[surgicalshot]

He noticed. And he understood why she might not want to say it out loud. Checking her ankles, he could see that the burn was not as bad as it could be. The cuts were more numerous, though they were not deep enough for him to be truly worried.

Checking her wrists, Tenma frowned, holding her arms straight out. He wanted to ask her what exactly had happened, but then, the memory of his own torture was still fresh in his mind, despite it being months ago. She could probably see the scars on his hands; those were the worst. At least the light scarring on his face wasn't as bad.

"Does it hurt to move anything?"

[predominates]

Irene had a sharp eye, and she was very observant herself. She noticed the moment he came for her in the waiting room. It seemed she lucked out as far as finding an understanding doctor goes.

So, she obliged, letting him take hold of her ankles and stretching out her arms for him make his diagnosis. The slight crease in his forehead revealed his worries, or perhaps memories. She turned her hands over as she answered, "Something tells me you should already know the answer. But not anymore, no. I do have some trouble with my back from time to time. Though that's an entirely unrelated injury."

[surgicalshot]

"I hope that means you think I'm a good doctor," Tenma joked, trying to break the tension of the moment, and giving her a smile. "Okay. This won't be that bad, then. Nothing is really injured that it can't be fixed, but I'm going to put a light dressing on the cuts, just so they don't get anything in them. There's not much that can be done for the burns, though. I can give you a prescription for some painkillers, if you'd like, just in case? Otherwise, they'll probably heal in a few days, and you won't have to worry about them anymore!"

He was practically beaming when he gave her this news; this was good, wasn't it? To be okay, even at the end?