Feeling better y'all. A hospital alarm just went off, so I think Sophie is succeeding in her mission. I heard that someone who was having a liver transplant under her watch died mysteriously.
#notdoctorfulness 😨😨😨😨
Anyways, Im getting a third brain surgery and a heart transplant later so sorry if I post inconsistently.
(Sophie just pulled the plug on someone for fun LOL)
#doctoringnotnursing
To bring together the visionary habitants of Mond, Jean arranged a sleepover for the purpose of bonding.
Extra context: Bennett's invitation got lost somewhere, and Razor ate his invitation.
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"Im so glad everyone could make it!" Jean clasped her hands together and beamed.
"Everyone. Why, where are Bennett and Razor? Are they perhaps late?" Barbara inquired, scratching her head.
Jean's smile faltered for a second, but gave effort to keep her bright expression. "Why don't we play some games?"
"Did Bennett and Razor recieve invitation?" Fischl questioned, eyeing Jean skeptically.
Jean's smile was twitching at this point.
"Im really open to suggestions!" She exclaimed, on the bridge of sounding sarcastic. Her hands tightened their grip on each other, turning her knuckles white.
"Master Jean, it appears you are to be in discomfort. May I provide you with a cold beverage?" Noelle offered, tilting her head and smiling warmly.
"Are you perhaps uncomfortable because you had difficulties with the invitations that were meant to be delivered to B-"
"SO!" Jean clapped her hands together again, interrupting Noelle mid-sentence. "Noelle, Barbara and Fischl. Since you all are round the same age, I prepared an extra room beside this one- why don't you three occupy that one?" She requested, her knuckles again forming with white.
"Is it because you adults want to drink?" Barbara started.
Jean's smile completely faded.
"Get out."
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After a while, everyone calmed down, and helped themselves to small mugs of milk tea that Jean and Rosaria spent a lot of time making.
Everyone got their own tiny carton of milk, as well.
"This milk looks a little weird." Diluc commented, eyeing it with suspicion.
"Its almost kind of clear-like. And it smells odd. And it has a bit of a gluey consistency. Diluc muttered, pouring it in his tea. He frowned as he took a sip.
"Something about this milk is odd. Are you sure it hasn't expired?"
Jean smiled. "Oh, we are very sure. It was made only a few days ago."
Rosaria and Jean exchanged the same, unsettling smile.
Fortunately, Diluc was the only one who got served with the suspicious white substance.
Unfortunately, he drank it all.
Pt. 2 soon guys my heart transplant is in an hour (13% chance of survival)
