Is The Doctor In? || For Xenoscience-Studies
xenoscience-studies
Sirrit really would have rather been anywhere but here. He'd never liked clinics or anything like them. Much worse than any club or street or even a dark alley - those he knew how to handle. It was the smell of antiseptic, the sterile brightness of the lights and plastic and metal, scary-looking instruments and needles. Doctors made him nervous too. They always seemed like they knew a secret, and held some kind of power. They looked at you too hard.
Especially if you were a plump, hot pink salarian with metallic-flecked skin, abnormally curled horns and visible scarring, wearing heels and a tight, ruffled and sequined outfit clearly designed for fast removal. An anomaly in nearly every possible sense. He tended to have to explain himself wherever he went, and it was never one of his favorite things. Of course, sometimes that really was necessary. Like now. He'd have to explain what happened if he wanted to be treated, after all.
He crossed his legs tighter and folded his arms around himself, pressing against the pain. The sooner he got out of this small waiting area, the sooner he could get home and away from this place.
