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Clinic Moving Log

Who: Salves & Stitches staff and anyone who wants to help
When: March
Where: Cadens
What: Moving all the apothecary stuff from one location to another while trying to deal with the weather
Warnings: Will add if needed

The storms were entirely unexpected. Had Nadine known, she wouldn't have begun the moving of the apothecary the day before they began.

But here they are. The move has already begun, and with the storms they're going to need all three rooms for the clinic. With the low visibility and the high winds, injuries abound. It's not fun, but the staff and various volunteer helpers seem up to the task despite the meteorological chaos happening in the city.

The winds have never been like this inside the walls. Dust and street detritus blows against the windows of both the clinic and the new apothecary shop, and threatens to fling them open. The same dust and detritus blows in every time a door is wrestled opened. The howl of the winds makes it difficult to be heard. But as promised, there's food and drink at both locations for anyone lending a hand. Along with basins of clean water and cloths to wipe off the grime from the dust storms.

Protective gear has been provided - goggles, scarves, gloves and cloaks - and as much protection for equipment and stock as possible. Some of the glass containers have been enhanced by Jesper for durability, but there's plenty of fragile glass to worry about. Not to mention the apothecary equipment and tools, and all the various odds and ends.

And all of it needs to be taken blocks away.

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Nadine currently looks like something out of a bizarre post-apocalypse movie. Her usual layered skirts have been replaced with leather pants, over which she has a canvas duster. A matching canvas hat with a wide brim is perched on her head, over a flower print fashion scarf. Her face is hidden by goggles and the scarf, which is wrapped around her mouth and nose.

And even with all of that, there's still sand down the back of her clothes and the taste of grit in her mouth. This weather is miserable. Moving in this weather is miserable. If they hadn't already started....

The apothecary is already packed up. At times Nadine can be found in the emptied location, giving directions and cleaning to prepare to move things from the back - not an easy task at the moment. Or in the new location, unpacking and setting things up and trying to keep out the dust and sand. She can also be found on the move, battling the elements, either on foot or mounted on Bluebell the toma - also equipped with eye protection against the winds. Every now and then the wind whips at her pack or her bag and a wrapped package goes careening down the street.

Sometimes it's her hat.

Will was having the time of his life. He had been used to non stop training, danger; things like 3 legged death races, climbing up walls while dodging lava and boulders, and he'd been kind of bored. Now they were moving the clinic in full on dust storms, and while there wasn't lava, it would do. Will donned the goggles Nadine had because he believed in eye safety and he was also 90% sure Nadine wasn't going to let him out without them. The rest of him was business as usual.

Because demigods were crazy. And there was only one way to find out if he had the training to survive and flourish in this kind of environment, and that was to dive right on in. So, blame it on the spirit of Camp Half Blood, but Will ran head first out into the storm, carrying boxes, just to see if he could. And how much sand he'd get up his nose.

He waved to Nadine as he came in the door and set the boxes down, hurriedly closing it again against the dust.

"Hey!"

Nadine - sans hat and goggles and outerwear - is attempting to sweep the floor. Again. It's a losing battle, she knows, but she's still picking up the broom a few times an hour.

Signs of the move are everywhere. Boxes are scattered about, new furniture is placed haphazardly, paint is still drying in places. It's bigger than the former shop, two floors, and brighter - or it would be, if the sun were out.

She looks over at Will as he comes in....and frowns.

"Thanks. You should really be wearing a scarf or a mask, the air quality out there is miserable."

Not to mention the damage the abrasive sand and dust can do to the skin. At least he was wearing goggles.

Okay, she was probably right. He would have told himself to wear a scarf and protective gear. But there was still that part of him that went 'can he do it?' Turns out he could! He was also just covered in scrapes and coughing from the sand, but he could totally do it.

But there Nadine was. Concerned. And not like 'hey congratulations, you didn't die out there. Lucky you'. He pulls the goggles off and shakes more sand out on her floor.

"You're probably right." He says it with a weird look on his face though. The look of a kid who was used to being strapped to another person in a 3 legged death race with a malevolent maze, monsters, chainsaw frisbees, and explosives. And now. Sand storms were dangerous?

Altaïr happens to be in the right place at the right moment to snatch her hat out of the air — almost more by instinct than by desire to help Nadine out, though he has no objection to doing so.

The wind whips up again, nearly taking the hat from his hand, but he grips it tighter and waits for it to die down the slightest bit before working his way against the gusts to reach her and offer it back.

"This is a bad time to be out on foot alone." A hypocritical statement, yes, but that's never stopped him before and it's not going to now. His own face is covered by his hood and a light scarf wrapped around his lower face. but he's likely to still be recognizable enough.

"Ah!"

Claude's wearing his own pair of goggles - ones of Viktor's design and technically meant for nighttime expeditions out into the desert most of all, but they work well against the dust. Provide a little bit of extra visibility on top of keeping the grit out of his eyes while a scarf does the same work for his nose and mouth, and that's good enough for him to keep on throughout the moving process he'd volunteered immediately to help with.

What they don't prevent, however, is his own package going flying. Claude's returning from a short trip to home to grab something he'd forgotten to bring with earlier. He means to step through the door to the new shop in the same instant the wind catches the door and slams it open. The combination was what prompted the exclamation and he wrestles with the door since not letting the dust in is a bigger priority. Fortunately, it's also paired with realizing the package landed next to some others inside the shop as he pulls the door shut to lean against it as if to keep it closed. Just in case.

"Nothing like moving always summoning up the best weather, is there?" Is his cheerful greeting while pushing the goggles up to his forehead and tugging the scarf down around his neck to flash Nadine a grin. "We moved out of the Inn in summer heat, but I think this beats it. I brought a little... well, not so much housewarming present, but a shop warming one: some teas made from our rooftop garden for later when you get a well earned break. What can I help you unpack in the meantime?"

"Of course I am."

Nadine sets the broom aside, her tone matter-of-fact. Teenagers. They always think they're invulnerable. She knows Will is tougher than the average teen, but still. Inhaling dust and whatnot isn't good for him.

"Here, sit down, I'll get you a drink. You look like you could use a break."

Something she's found herself saying a lot. The clinic staff is full of over-workers.

"Thanks!" That had been impressive. "It could be a lot worse."

Nadine secures her hat back on her head, tying it twice as snug this time. She'll refrain from pointing out that Altair is also on foot and alone out here.

Her voice is raised to be heard over the wind, and her body is angled to try and keep the force of the gusts out of her face. Even with her protection, it's uncomfortable at the very best.

"But we started moving before this hit, and we can't stop in the middle. I need to get the clinic back up and running fully, with this weather."

Someone really needs to teach him that willingly inhaling dust not only isn't good for him and causes some nasty abrasions, but isn't actually necessary. He doesn't need to prove anything. It's not. Expected. Will doesn't necessarily think he's invulnerable. Definitely a lot hardier than most, though. He knows demigods die. Usually really, really badly. And it doesn't help that a lot of them go out and do stupid things.

Like walk into dust storms without protection.

He laughed softly as he shook the dust off himself and tried to cough up what he had stupidly inhaled because Camp had taught him the concept of survival of the fittest, even in the stupidest of circumstances.

"Thanks, I'd love a drink." Instead of sitting down and resting like she suggested, he eyed the boxes and opened one, before closing it and moving it to a better location.

Nadine jumps at first, startled by the slam of the door and the sudden rise in the volume of the winds. But she settles with a small laugh as she turns to see Claude wrestling the door back shut.

"I'd put the bar over it, but then nobody could get in." They just have to deal with the winds and the door banging open and fighting against being closed.

Her smile brightens when he tells her what he's brought. He's always so thoughtful.

"Thank you, Claude. Don't worry about unpacking right now, sit down, I'll get you a drink. I've got lemonade with a little something extra to soothe the throat. That dust is terrible."

It's a package, this time. And this time, long arms aren't really enough to grab it before it flies off. He tries, he really does.

"Keep going, I'll get it!"

He has to yell over the wind. All the tones of his voice joining in to help make himself heard better. Like her, he's outfitted with a mask, with modified goggles for his ... unique facial structure (they're hooked around his fringe). But at least the exposed hide and scale doesn't chafe badly under the sand's assault.

Then he's off at a jog, following after the package.

"I've got lemonade with a little something to help soothe the throat. Which I'm sure you need." From not wearing a mask. Nadine shoots him a look that's chastising but fond. She pours him a large drink, and grabs a tin of cookies to bring both over to him.

"Here. What did I say about sitting down? Come on, you're a medic, you know how important it is to take care of yourself."

She's already realized she's going to need to keep on him about not overworking and not taking on too much at a time. He's only proving her right.

Will was definitely the type of head medic at Camp to go 'do as I say, not as I do'. He had never ever in his life stayed up 3 days straight, performed major surgeries on children already super hopped up on ambrosia, nectar and caffeine after being also emotionally and physically wrecked, much less do this multiple times! Will 100% makes the best decisions, like walking into Tartarus with absolutely no weapons. He totally knows how to take care of himself.

Right?

"Wow. You kind of sound like me." Except he hated it when it was being used against him. He stopped for the moment and went over to take the lemonade, because, well, yeah, his throat was really rather sore, and he coughed up a bit more sand. Thanks at least to the ADHD he's also easily distracted by the food and cookies. At least temporarily. Also he was a 16 year old boy. Feed him. So, he sat down and took a cookie from the tin.

He was a medic. He did know how important it was to take care of himself. Problem was? He also viewed himself as kind of expendable comparatively.

" Maybe just a few minutes. Deal?"

"Sorry about the sand!"

It's probably the fourth or fifth time Koby's given that exact apology, muffled by the layers and layers of scarves wrapped around him, making him look like a Star Wars Sand Person -- a reference he will, tragically, never understand. Every time he pushes open the backdoor to the new location, arms full of packaged stock, he apologizes for the mess, like he can control the weather.

And every time, after setting down the numerous -- more than his scrawny arms seem capable of carrying, but here he is -- boxes and bottles and making sure nothing's broken, Koby shakes the sand out of his hair, moves his goggles on top of his head and tugs down his mask to offer: "I'll sweep before I go back out." He's been at it for hours now, without a break. Tough little guy.

He's about to answer, but the dust catches up with him first: quickly he brings up his arm to cover a sneeze. Claude pushes off the door from his lean to step forward then with a mildly sheepish look.

"I think I'll take you up on that drink since the dust really is everywhere. I've had to freeze over a couple of our draftier windows to keep it from getting in though replacing the ice gets a little tiresome."

That it's warmer doesn't help - but then again, it is just regular ice despite being magical so it'd melt in just about any weather. By way of demonstration Claude holds up a hand after tugging off his leather gloves and tucking them in his pockets to let a little bit of frost generate on the tips of his fingers with that grin back again. "Though if you need help chilling the drinks, I can certainly help with that."

Despite what Garrus says, Nadine stops, waiting, bowed against the wind. Her duster and scarf are billowing and blowing around her, making her look smaller than she is.

"Thank you!" Her own voice is raised, and she cups her hands around her mouth to make up for the muffling of the scarf. Garrus seems...not as bothered by this weather as most of them.

Probably something to do with being a dinosaur alien. His physiology is fascinating.

"At least a few minutes," Nadine insists. "That's an order. There's plenty of people helping out, you don't need to go overboard."

They are not lacking volunteers. The community, as always, has come out to help them. They even have essentially a robot to help move things, courtesy of Viktor. Will can take a proper break and it won't slow anything down.

But she knows just telling him is mostly useless. Different tactics are needed.

"With this weather, there's going to be a lot of injuries and a lot of respiratory issues. I need all of my medics in top shape to deal with it. That includes you."

The moment Nadine said 'order' Will sat down. He then realized he might have to reconsider Koby's theory that Camp Half Blood was akin to the army. He relented, letting his body relax. It didn't hurt that she used the same argument he used on other Apollo campers, but wow was it weird to have it thrown right back at you.

"You're right. And I don't have the benefit of having ambrosia or nectar here to help heal myself. I can't afford to cause you to lose a medic if I slip up and end up taking a 3 day nap."

So, he sipped the damn lemonade and took a bite of a cookie.

It's absolutely something to do with being a dinosaur alien, that's exactly it. The sand doesn't bite into scales and hide as much as it does skin.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to go far to grab the package, snatching it up before it blows away entirely. The capture does jostle his scarf off his face, and for a moment, there's a hesitation between letting go of the package and grabbing it - or just dealing.

He opts to deal with it, flattening mandibles against his jaw as best he can as he jogs on back to the pack animal.

"It's fine, it's impossible to keep out right now."

Nadine just shakes her head in a dismissive gesture about the sand. It's a battle they aren't winning today. Even trying to use magic to blow it out hadn't done much. It had stayed clear for all of ten minutes, until the door opened again.

"It's not worth it. I'll sweep in a bit. You are going to sit down and have something to eat, I haven't seen you sit down since this morning."

She's found herself having to put her foot down with most of the staff and volunteers. Everyone's too eager to do more than their share.

"Freezing over the windows is a really good idea." But Nadine can see how it would be tedious to have to repeat again and again. Ice doesn't last long in the desert.

"But I will take you up on chilling the drinks. Come on, relax a little, enjoy being out of the wind while you can."

It will give her an excuse to take a break. All of this...it's a lot of work. Even with all the generous help so many of the other Summoned have offered. They may all be thrown together by circumstance, but they're a real community.

It makes her think of what Boulder had been trying to achieve. Only it actually works here.

"I can help clean it once the storm's over?" Koby offers it even as he moves to obey the almost-command. He's stubborn, just like the rest of the staff, just as eager to help, but he won't disobey direct orders. It's the military in him, prompting him to sit on a nearby stool and rest his hands on his thighs, inhaling slowly and deeply.

"Thank you." A soft cough, then Koby digs his glasses out of his pocket, replacing the goggles with them. "I got turned around a couple times out there. I've never seen anything like it." With his glasses off, navigation has been more than a little tricky. "Has anyone else gotten lost? Is everyone checking in regularly?" Despite Nadine's firm direction, Koby is more than ready to hurtle off into the sand again, if someone's in trouble.

Nadine regards Will thoughtfully, studying him almost.

"It's not easy for you to sit down and do nothing, is it?"

Not exactly some great revelatory observation. They've worked together long enough and she's watched him long enough. He's always doing something, always working. Relaxing doesn't seem to be in his skillset.

She's seen it before.

"Nah, the demigod deluxe package includes not only dyslexia but ADHD. Plus I guess I'm just used to being busy. There's always something going on at camp. I'm not good at relaxing." Or maybe he'd just never really practiced it. Maybe things kept going wrong and he just didn't know how. Maybe he had to be perfect so everyone else was alright.

He took another sip of his lemonade as she watched him. "What gave me away?"

"Alright, alright. You've convinced me."

Said cheerfully enough as he's careful to check over his clothes while still by the doorway to make sure there's the least amount of dust on him possible to avoid tracking it through the building if he can. That's probably a losing battle as he knows from finding dust everywhere in the loft, but it's been habit ever since the storm started and it'll stay that way now too.

"Aside from the weather, everything's gone okay with the moving today?" While asking Claude takes off his cloak and stuffs his gloves and other protective items in the hidden interior pockets of it, and casts a glance around the room. "I saw good number of people going back and forth, so it seems our Summoned have cheerfully helped out once more as we're all so good at doing together."

Nadine swings down, holding onto the reins, trying to use the bird to block some of the wind. He doesn't seem as bothered by it.

She envies both Garrus and the Toma.

"Thanks," she repeats. "This weather is really making the move a lot harder than it needs to be. But we didn't know sandstorms were coming!"

They've never happened like this before.

"We'll worry about that when the storm's actually over." Nadine watches to make sure Koby sits as instructed.

"It's okay I've been having the same problem, and I've lived here for years. It's not usually like this in spring. Or...ever." She sighs as she pours him a drink and plucks a savory pie from a basket. It's worrying, but she won't let that show. Or say anything. It'll probably work itself out. Things usually do.

Usually.

"But everyone's checking in, no one's unaccounted for, and no injuries yet." She hands him the lemonade and the pie.

"Drink all of that, it'll help your throat."

"I'm not that great at relaxing, either."

Nadine continues to watch Will thoughtfully, considering. The more she learns about him and his life before this world, the more insight she gleans. This is a kid that needs a hand. Her own childhood had been different, but she understands being young and being under strange and potent pressure.

Being brought here, under these circumstances...

"But we all need to sometimes, for our own health. You're going to burn yourself out if you don't slow down and take some time to yourself. I know that's not easy. But luckily you work in a clinic and apothecary, and we have all kinds of things to help you relax."

"As well as it can be," Nadine says with a small smile. "We've got plenty of help, though, you're right about that. A lot of us have come out to volunteer moving things and cleaning and everything else."

For which she is forever grateful.

"It shouldn't take too long. And the clinic is still operational, which is good, this weather is...well, it's dangerous. I hope it doesn't last too long."

Not that there's any way of knowing. It shouldn't be happening at all, it's never happened before.

"Here come check out the back, it's the staff lounge. We have a fancy couch."

"No, we didn't!"

He calls back, over the wind and the omnipresent hiss of sand. He takes the moment, once she collects the package, to re-tie the mask around his face. It might not bother his hide, but his whole mouth tastes like grit. Feels like grit.

It must be hell on human hair.

"Let's keep moving. Sooner we get you and your stuff inside, the better."

Koby frowns, accepting the pie and lemonade, but just -- holding them for the moment. He's busy puzzling over this for a moment. "So this isn't normal. Is it -- because of what happened? At the festival?" It's worrying and he very much lets it show, all over his face.

And then he follows orders, wheezing a little between sips. It seems -- more than just the sand, and after a moment: "Sorry, I'm -- give me a moment." He sets aside the glass, reaches up inside his cloak, his shirt and messes with something. There's a sudden rush of an inhale, the first deep breath Koby's managed this entire time, and he looks incredibly relieved, as he tugs a length of bandage from under his shirt -- clean, no blood, he'd been binding for some other reason.

"Sorry, I -- tied them a bit too tight this morning." It's sort of mumbled, awkwardly, as he picks up the lemonade again. "Not very smart."

"Don't worry about it too much."

It probably is because of that, but Nadine doesn't want Koby to get himself worked up over it. There are other people to worry about it.

She looks at him curiously at first, and then realization dawns. Followed quickly by a concerned frown. No wonder he's having trouble breathing. And that's pretty much all of her reaction.

"Not to mention that regular bandages aren't the best thing for that. There's better options in the back room, the bandages we use for joints. They breathe better and they compress without having to be wrapped that tight. Use something better from now on, please. Your ribs and everything else will thank you."

"You and me both. It seems pretty relentless out there and I've not seen anything like it before. Or, well - nothing where a sandstorm's seemed to have no end since it's been going on and on. Seems ominous after everything else that happened in Ikorr."

To say the least; that's a puzzle Claude doesn't know how to begin to solve, either. Especially so when it's yet another strange occurrence in what feels like an endless string of them since his arrival, and that doesn't account for those here as long as Nadine had seen before it.

Something for another time, probably, and Claude follows along with Nadine for the tour. A grin comes to his face at the sight of the couch in question.

"Can't go wrong with something both fancy and comfortable, if you ask me. All the better for getting a nap in where you can aside from a little relaxation."

There really are more than enough things for Koby to get worked up about, truly. Case in point -- waiting for Nadine's reaction to the bandages. He can't be the only person she's ever met who...does that, right? She's a doctor after all. Koby had thought about finding one, someone who might be able to help his specific situation, but he'd never been able to get away from Alvida long enough to see.

But the reaction is...calm. Suggesting a better solution, not dwelling on the why or how. Very Nadine-esque. Koby doesn't realize he's been standing very tense, guarded, until all the anxiety suddenly leaves his body. He manages a small, hesitant smile, something old and hurt flickering in his face.

"You've...helped people with that before?" It's quiet, hopeful. With so many worlds, there must be other people like him. There has to be. Then, clearing his throat, tone significantly less breathless: "I will, thank you. I -- didn't know. Um. Thanks."

"Well, not specifically with that but I've known people and have patients who's inner self doesn't match the outside. And I know what tight pressure around the torso can do, medically speaking."

Nadine can't claim it's an area of expertise. She'd taught elementary school, it wasn't something she'd been trained to help young people navigate. But she's from a liberal area in 2020, and had always connected most with those on the so-called fringes of society. As much as she'd ever connected with anyone back in her original world.

"And hey...I'm here if you ever need to talk about anything, or vent, or just need help binding more comfortably. I know what it's like to not be sure who you can talk to about certain things, and if that's a position you're in, I want you to know you can talk to me."

Logically, Koby knows he isn't the only one -- but there's always been something more important, the day-to-day of survival to preoccupy his time and energy. Still, it's not something anyone outside of the Marine medic is aware of, back home, and Nadine's reaction is...sort of nice.

So he manages a little smile, still drawing in deeper, fuller breaths, the way he usually doesn't during the daytime. Maybe part of his continued comparative physical weakness is because he can never get a proper inhale? Something to think about. "Thank you. It's...only a couple people know, where I'm from. I don't think anyone here does."

And, because Koby's quick that way, he arches an eyebrow -- "You know? About having to keep secrets?"

"You know, I'm starting to think that's one thing that binds us all together here at the clinic. We're all really bad at relaxing." He's on to you Nadine. You've collected a bunch of overworking overachievers who you are probably single handedly trying to keep from toppling over from burn out.

"I haven't burned myself out yet." Will said it like it was a badge of honor. Like despite everything he'd been through, he was still standing; like a sapling that had stayed strong and rooted despite hurricanes and sandstorms threatening it. He had survived.

Still, Nadine was looking at him, so he took another sip of lemonade to wash out the pieces of sand still in his mouth (they were gross), and a bite of the cookies he had taken from the tin she put in his lap.

"I don't suppose you got a Hypnos kid hidden back there, ready to jump out and put me to sleep?" He didn't think so. But just in case? For all he knew, Nadine could do that. More likely though, she was probably talking about all the tonics and herbs and medicines they had available.

Nadine nods, swinging back up into the saddle and leaning down against her mount's neck to try and cut down on wind resistance. This is unlike any weather she's ever experienced. Nor'easters, sure. Wind and rain, she can deal with that.

Not this. Not the dust and sand and everything else kicked up by the winds. At the moment, she envies Garrus.

She keeps checking on him as they make their way as quick as they can to her building, gripping Bluebell tightly and not risking trying to talk.

It's not much, but, he's still bulkier than she is off her mount. He tries to keep even with her, as a sort of wind screen, even with the mount. Whether or not it helps, he can't tell. Better than nothing, though, he figures.

The concept of a 'thumbs up' doesn't really exist to him. He nods instead, when he catches Nadine's look, he gives her a nod.

Hopefully that conveys the same thing.

"Nobody needs to know unless you want them to." Nadine certainly won't be telling anyone. Why did anyone have to know? It's helpful for her, in case Koby ever needs medical attention, but beyond that...it's not necessary information.

"And I think most people know about keeping things secret. Or...keeping things private, I think, is a better way to put it." 'Secret' implies something sinister, something that needed to be hidden.

"But yeah, there's things about me that I prefer to keep to myself." She thinks, knowing that it would build a lot of trust to share something, but considering what.

"Like...not many people know that I had a brother when I was little. But I was so little when he and my parents died that I hardly remember him anymore. So I don't tell people about that, really, I don't like when people feel the need to be sympathetic or offer kind words."

"That's pretty much the medical profession, most of my classmates and professors are the same way. This isn't a field that attracts a lot of relaxed, easy going people."

Said with a smile. Nadine knows full well they're all workaholics.

"And none of us has burnt out yet, but that doesn't mean it's not a possibility. We need to try and combat that. I've got calming tonics, I have potions and elixirs for sleep, and...I usually wouldn't suggest it, since you're a teenager, but...."

It was a pointless battle. She's accepted it. All she can do is offer the standard cautions.

"I have all the Vegas Botanicals stuff. That's what I use to settle myself down."

"They -- don't." Koby exhales it, more than says it, his shoulders suddenly relaxing, going slack with relief. That had been the unspoken fear, the deepest, darkest threat that the last person to know about his differences had held over his head for two years. Nadine is nothing like Alvida, she's kind and patient and generous instead of cruel and bloodthirsty and vicious, but part of Koby had still been -- anxious. "You're not...going to tell anyone."

Koby nods at the concept, secret versus private. It feels safer, more like something in his control. The pause is noted and then -- the mention of a sibling, parents. There's a flicker of surprise, of empathy laced with sadness. "You -- don't like sympathy. I guess that'd feel...stifling after a while, wouldn't it." It takes a concentrated effort for Koby not to say he's sorry, not offer exactly what Nadine's politely declined.

So instead: "You were little? How...young? If you're all right talking about it, I mean."

"It's not my business to tell, and there's no reason to tell anyone anyway. It's essentially confidential medical information, and I would never share that with anyone."

This world - and others - might not have the same regulations around medical information as the US, but Nadine abides by those regulations anyway. Medical information is private. Besides, it would just be a crappy thing to do to him.

"Oh, it's fine. I was five or six, I meant it when I said I was little. They were actually my adopted family, I was orphaned as a baby. I went to my grandmother then, and she took me in because she was crazy religious and felt it was her 'duty'. She...she didn't really want to do it. But I'm fine."

Aside from crippling Catholic guilt that dogs her even still.

"Hey, I'm easy going and relaxed. I just also happen to be a workaholic," He smiled, laughing at the dichotomy. Will was someone who positively radiated calmness most of the time. Except for when he was running around, wired, during emergencies. Which, unfortunately, was a fair bit of his life.

"Nah, I'll be fine. I guess I can try a calming tonic if you insist." Will was used to having to keep going until your body made you stop. Or until the battles stopped. It took a separate skill to turn off that adrenaline.

"Thanks Nadine."

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