Jyn is exhausted, frankly. She was meant to have two weeks off when they returned but Jyn pushed it off, saving the vacation days up to probably not use again like she'd done last year, even with Bodhi and her parents scolding her. She'd missed her clinic, she wanted to get back to doing more -- even if with kids a lot of the time that mean getting thrown up on or peed on.
The clinic itself is bright and cheery, walls splashed with blues and greens and sunny yellows, decorated with ornithological sketches and littered with potted plants and bright bundles of flowers. The hallway from the waiting room to the exam areas is painted with a massive mural of a tropical paradise with bright birds and tall palm trees and beautiful blue waters. (The signatures at the bottom indicate it was painted by the students of a nearby high school.)
She's been running late all day thanks to two emergency sick cases she'd snuck in behind the receptionists back so she's edging on twenty minutes late when she pushes open the door to her next patient, head down as she peers at the chart, clearly distracted by catching up. Little Poe Dameron, suffering from a fever and a barking cough and also he's teething. Poor lamb.
"Sorry, Shara, it's been a mad house in here." Poe barks his cough, inhaling and exhaling loudly, and Jyn tsks as she heads over to the sink to wash her hands, holding her tablet under her elbow and willing it not to fall before she dries off her hands. "I can hear the bark you mentioned, so it's definitely not whooping cough."
never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.
The clinic itself is bright and cheery, walls splashed with blues and greens and sunny yellows, decorated with ornithological sketches and littered with potted plants and bright bundles of flowers. The hallway from the waiting room to the exam areas is painted with a massive mural of a tropical paradise with bright birds and tall palm trees and beautiful blue waters. (The signatures at the bottom indicate it was painted by the students of a nearby high school.)
She's been running late all day thanks to two emergency sick cases she'd snuck in behind the receptionists back so she's edging on twenty minutes late when she pushes open the door to her next patient, head down as she peers at the chart, clearly distracted by catching up. Little Poe Dameron, suffering from a fever and a barking cough and also he's teething. Poor lamb.
"Sorry, Shara, it's been a mad house in here." Poe barks his cough, inhaling and exhaling loudly, and Jyn tsks as she heads over to the sink to wash her hands, holding her tablet under her elbow and willing it not to fall before she dries off her hands. "I can hear the bark you mentioned, so it's definitely not whooping cough."