Spitfire was, once again, in the infirmary. He sat on one of the many medical beds, legs tucked towards his chest with his head resting on his knee caps. His hair dripped with water and his clothes were soaked, he'd been at the bottom of one of the many small lakes surounding the ministry when someone had forcibly dragged him to the surface. Interupting not only his nap, but had forced his gils to close while he was still partially in the water. So he swallowed a shit ton of water, which ment infirmary time. He could've handled this on his own. He should handel this on his own, yet something made him stay. The privacy curtain opened and an unfamiliar ghoul stepped into the room.
( @askspitfireghoul HIIII ik we havent talked but i saw ur pfp from one of my moots so here i am ˃̶͈◡˂̶͈ )
[Holding a clipboard and wearing a long, dirty white lab coat, the ghoul slipped into the closed of area with a smile. Water ghoul, no doubt. He didn’t waste anytime speaking. After all, he quite enjoyed his job. Why not do it enthusiastically?]
“Hey there! I’m Ryder, or Loch, I’ll be your doctor of sorts for today! I heard a little bit of the situation from the receptionist, but would you mind giving me a retelling directly? Just so I’m not missing anything”
[Ryder shifted himself to be just at the side of the cot, his tail swaying lightly behind him. His eyes never left the other ghoul, waiting for his answer]