maybe...🪼

... the doctor's an ass but he has a point

On the way to visit Dr. Mitchell, Silas had to stop by the restroom at least three times, making it seem like it was taking longer than usual to get to the room. By the time he got there, he was huffing and puffing as if he had run a race. He gathered his strength and stood up, knocking on the door that had an etching of the Tree of Knowledge from alchemical lore. As Silas waited, he put his hand on his stomach, which was feeling quite uncomfortable. It seemed like the small pooch was a little more prominent and definitely harder than just him gaining a bit of beer fat. The thought made Silas want to throw up but he kept his composure and knocked again on the door.

"Hold your god damn horses you impatient bastard." Someone snarled from the inside of the room, making Silas jump from the unexpected curtness.

A few seconds more and the door opened, revealing a very tall man with long dark gray hair and piercing (and unsettling) sapphire blue eyes who stared down at Silas in annoyance.

"Can I help you?" he said, his voice showing even more annoyance.

"You're... the doctor right?" Silas asked, confused by his demeanor.

Since he had never had to see the doctor, he honestly didn't know what he looked like. The doctor pursed his lips and pointed to the front of the door with a stiff finger.

"Does it not fucking say DOCTOR MITCHELL on the front of the door?"

Silas looked. "Actually... it kind of doesn't."

The doctor leaned out of the door and looked at the front. He scanned it for a minute and then turned to the wall, looking at the side. He pointed to a plaque.

"There."

"Well it doesn't say you're a doctor on there either. It says AZIZE MITCHELL, MD."

The man narrowed his eyes at Silas. "You came here to try and get me to cure stupidity for you, didn't you?"

"No."

"MD means doctor, stupid."

"I'm sorry. Usually I'm a lot smarter than this but I had a horrible night last night, so I'm a bit sleep deprived."

"Whatever. Do you have your form?"

Silas nodded, reaching into his back pocket for the form the High Knight had printed off for him. Azize took it and looked it over.

"Knight Silas von Lagon?"

"Yes, that's me."

"I've never seen you before."

"I've never had to come."

"Hmm... Well, I guess come in."

Silas made a face but followed Azize into the room and found it actually did look like a small doctor's office. There were two rooms with exam tables and a bigger area for the doctor to work in.

"Sit on the exam table and I'll get your vitals. High Knight la'Kefroumpoi states that you have had bouts of sickness, fatigue, migraines, and acute insomnia. When did all this start?"

"Today."

Azize looked at him. "Today?"

"Yes."

He put his hand on his hip. "You mean to tell me that this is just to start up of symptoms? You haven't even seen where this thing is going to go?"

"No... Are you a real doctor?"

Azize narrowed his eyes at him. "Don't make me show you how real I am... What I mean is that these things are the beginnings of many things that range from the minute to the extreme. It's best to suffer these small inconveniences for a small while before getting a doctor's opinion."