[center]It shouldn't have felt like he was sentencing someone to death. Ryanair followed as Wolff turned and headed back upstairs, his gaze on the carpeted floor as he lead them forward. Upon entering the [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/camp-java-role-play/images/a/a6/Camp_Java's_Main_House's_Infirmary.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130118100828]room[/url] he pointed towards the nearest bed, Ryanair paused and his eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Take a seat and remove your shirt if you will.” It wasn't as much a suggestion as a soft command. Ryanair remained rooted to the spot as his mind whirled with a number of excuses he could give. The marks throbbed as his heart picked up and he swallowed his suddenly dry throat, Wolff remained standing in the center of the large room, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed..

“I'm fine why-” Wolff cut him off with a raised hand. Ryanair jumped when he spotted another figure sitting with a clipboard in hand, her gold eyes watched him for a moment before her lips lifted into a smile. The blonde didn't move until the second figure rose and hip-checked Wolff to the side, her smile growing when Ryanair merely blinked. 

“Don't worry, dear. Isabella told us about the marks and we just want to check to make sure they don't get infected. Then we'll get started on our discussion, sound fair?” Her tone was soft if slightly accented, Ryanair swallowed and knew he'd been caught. With a clenched jaw, he moved to the closest bed and tugged his shirt off after he'd seated himself. He remained still as the female moved forward and began assessing the marks, his gaze on the floor as she worked.

Fifteen minutes later and Ryanair was pressing a cool cloth to the marks, the smell of disinfectant and other medical smells filling the air. They weren't infected but were inflamed and the women -Margaret- didn't want to take any chances, even though he wouldn't die from a normal infection. Wolff cleared his throat and shifted his weight to his left leg, Margaret removed the gloves she'd worn and leaned back in her seat. 

“Now shall we begin?” He asked with an arched brow, Ryanair agreeing with a nod. The sooner they began the more probable it would be to return Kieran to how he used to be. 

“I've scanned the tests and found nothing. It's psychological and I think Wolff has a point.” Margaret put in as she spun in her chair once, her arms crossed loosely over her stomach.[/center]

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