[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/ac78b23289cc037bb8698d8403513d56/tumblr_mw1hvxq4jl1rofdz5o2_250.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]She could barely prevent herself from speaking her mind, from declaring quite simply [i]just as such issues as arrogance and inflated feelings of superiority are common among yours.[/i] Yet had her anger been quite so easily aroused by a man of medicine, she would not have survived her childhood without erupting into constant rage, anger, and apathy. She instead focused her mind on the grey powder, wondering which medicine or the other he would attempt to treat her with. There had been a time when she took as many as five different powders in a single day, all to avoid the nasty and messy business of expiring before reaching adulthood. 

She suppressed a laugh at his ridiculous eyebrow, finding that it was easier to focus on it than his piggish sensibilities. As he finally began to take her seriously, attending to the matter at hand, Nora felt a slight sense of relief. Not at receiving medical attention, no--but no longer having to listen to drivel about how women were prone to nightmares and needed assistance to sleep. [color=00ccff]"Do not fret, Dr. Moran. I can assure you, it is nothing too serious--why, I am only a woman, of course."[/color] Her tone was steady and calm, even though her words were laced with sarcasm. 

[color=00ccff]"Perhaps a few hours have passed since this unfortunate event,"[/color] Nora added, before mulling over the pain level. It was not quite so bad as it had been earlier, yet it still ached. It was quite good that the doctor used a gentle touch, otherwise, she may have been forced to hold back tears. [color=00ccff]"On a measure of one to ten, perhaps a four at most,"[/color] Nora explained. [color=00ccff]"I've experienced worser pains."[/color]