#grinning deviously

[laces-horrific-adventure]

35?

uh- i dunno- the most important one? probably uh- save yourself- id s'pose... if thats even- even really counted as a rule... its a rule in uh- in my eyes..

[searchingforasteadyself-blog]

Strictly Clinical {Closed - kairiyutani}

Not that he was a pessimist or anything, but all Kabuto could think about as he sat with his legs crossed off the side of a Kazoku General Hospital exam table was how badly he wanted not to be there.

There was nothing wrong with the hospital in and of itself, except perhaps for the stressful internship memories associated with it. All in all, he liked the hospital, where sterility and order and logic reigned supreme. Those were the things that appealed to him most about the medical profession.

What did not appeal to him about the medical profession was, as an older student, having to play mock patient for third-years taking their board exams in clinical care.

He'd only have to sit through one nervous twentysomething shakily wielding a syringe and trying to find a vein to draw blood (that in itself was a worrisome prospect), but it would be enough. It wasn't the fear of the other party's incompetence that worried him, not really.

No, the problem with these board exams was that they forced the students to really play doctor. That meant hopefully-reassuring smiles and the exchange of small talk and pleasantries.

Kabuto, needless to say, was terrible with that sort of thing. He tended to come off as fraudulent when he tried to be anything more pleasant than Tepidly Polite, so he kept that his highest setting for charm. But he knew full well that if an anxious med student interpreted that as cold, he was in for even more of a display of nerves. And probably a needle stab in the arm.

Sighing, Kabuto looked around at the various homogeneous cheap copies of unknown paintings that adorned the pristine walls of the exam room while he waited for his "doctor" to show up. It couldn't be long now.