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[code]Sybil A Harkness MD[/code]
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"... not going to believe me when I say this, but magic? It's real. So are monsters and ghosts and other nasty things. Your fearless leader clearly has magic herself. I wooooould elaborate buuuuuuut... I can tell by the looks on your faces that you think I'm crazy! But, you all will find out on your own soon enough. Just uhhhhh... if you see a deer with flayed skin: [i]run.[/i] If you see a tree with a talking skull on it: [i]run.[/i] If you see a skeleton in a robe with a gold necklace: run. If you see a green werewolf... you're probably [i]already[/i] dead. And whatever you do, stay out of the swamp - [i]especially[/i] at night. I'll be around!"

Clay's expression crinkled as Odessa pulled away, but he didn't take things any further. That girl's skin was [i]clammy[/i], and [i]cold[/i]. Only way he could describe it. 
[color=Mediumorchid]"What the fuck wqs that?"[/color] Lily asked, and he shrugged. [b]"Better we don't get involved,"[/b] She didn't have any track marks that anyone could see, and though she was [i]cold[/i] she didn't exactly have the rotting teeth associated with meth mouth or sticking to the pipe. [b]"If its drugs, or other [i]issues[/i], folk like that can get unpredictable if you push 'em while they're spiralling."[/b] Mental illness was another possibility, but some things didn't fully add up. She was awfully specific, and the spiel she'd run her mouth off on suggested she was going through [i]some[/i] kind of episode. Didn't matter, he figured. They soon moved on.

[color=Mediumorchid]"... Let's get a move on. Remember: we're going with the heatstroke story."[/color]

Nodding, Clay briefly gestured his palms towards Charlie.

[b]"Doctor's gonna figure out quick that you're full of shit, so make sure you do it [i]right[/i]. Remember, don't talk too much. You're head's gonna be spinnin', feelin' like you wanna throw up even if you've got nothin' in you, maybe your body's gonna feelin' tight like you got cramps everywhere. Head's gonna feel like it's on fire, and you're gonna be thirsty."[/b] 

Then, as an aside, he chuckled [b]"Anythin' else, we can really just put it down to you being a weak-ass [i]tourist[/i]."[/b]

For added effect, Clay gently reached out for Charlie's tricep to lead her along into the waiting room.

[color=Mediumorchid]"Hiiiiiii, mami, is Dr. Harkness available?[/color] [i]Too obvious  that. How's an out of towner gonna know the doctor's name firsthand?[/i] Sure, it wasn't implausible - there was a sign outside that read [i]Sybil Harkness MD[/i] - but Clay felt it gave the game away a little too early.

"She's in the middle of someone's check-up, is this an emergency?"

[color=Mediumorchid]"Ummm... Mami over here... she hasn't been feeling too good?[/color]

That was Charlie's cue. “I feel faint," she mumbled, "Think I’m gonna be sick.”

He felt the British girl lurch forward, almost on cue - and braced his feet to take some of her weight, just enough that when the girl accidentally lost her footing, he was better suited to take her weight. Instead of toppling over and pulling him down with her, she ended up swinging around into his side, with 'Carl' propping her up, [b]"Woah, hang on-.."[/b] [i]Playing this a little too well, maybe.[/i] With a grunt, he shifted the girl's weight against his shoulder to stabilise the both of them, then apologetically nodded to the receptionist.

[b]"Sorry, ma'am,"[/b] he interjected, not wanting to get on the receptionist's bad side with their unsolicited drop-in anymore than they probably had, [b]"I'm not from around here - but I ran into these girls and [i]this one[/i] looks like she might have been out in the sun too long, so I figured to get her checked out. I looked her over quick, but I think she's better off gettin' a professional's eyes on her. I'll wait with her while the Doctor finishes up, if that's alright."[/b]