Time passed and the morning began to truly make its entrance, with the normally gentle and welcome sunlight only worsening Fia’s headache as she meandered down already busy streets, eyes squinting at the solar assault. She would’ve killed for a pair of sunglasses right about then. Maybe that murderous intent was more evident than she’d initially figured, as Fia noticed several of the townspeople making a conscious effort avoid her chaotic trajectory. Sure, she wasn’t’ the friendliest looking person, but they were still being a bit dramatic, right? Were they really that scared of young, ill-looking thuggish young woman? Putting the mystery aside, Fiammetta just groaned at them, as she was more than used to the premature judgement of others.
One man, however, seemed to have the opposite reaction. Fia barely noticed the sagely figure with horrendous facial hair approach her, not until she was face to face with his concerned expression. ”Ah, you must come with me! Right now!” He said hurriedly, already looking over the girl frantically.
”…Huh?” Fia growled at the creepy old guy, only because she was too tired to yell.
”The infection! You’re showing signs, you must get examined, right away!” The man, apparently, a doctor was quick to explain. Fia furrowed a brow, not really in the mood for a check up. Then again, she figured that such a thing might also mean some time indoors, and maybe something for her head…
”Yeah, right, infection. I’m with ya. Let’s hurry up then, yeah?” Fia gave a response that showed more impatience and command than it did any form of gratitude, though she was actually a bit thankful. For now.
After a short trip to his office, through which Fia mostly just grunted and growled in response to some of the doctor’s questions and the gazes of other townsfolk, Fia got what she’d asked for. Much as she hated being prodded at, she endured the appointment, using the time to recover from her actual ‘ailment’, while the doctor came to a sudden realization.
”You’re… Healthy, for the most part… My apologies, I must’ve frightened you.” He sighed, causing just the slightest pang of guilt to surge through Fiammetta, for tricking the man.
”Take more than a little infection to ‘frighten me’, Doc.” Fia declared in an arrogant tone, though it was really an attempt to reassure the good doctor.
WC: 548
Total WC: 548/1000