Clinic

In a room where light fails to creep into due to the stiffling unnatural darkness, two distinct voices can be heard. One was quivering in fear and the other bellowed with rage.

"My s-sincere apologies, young master!"

"You idiot! I specifically ordered you to monitor them and get a live feed of the CCTV video, not harm them!"

"I-It was an accident, young m-master! The staff woke up before I could finish my task and I accidentally pushed the wrong button! But I made sure to erase his memories!"

"Argh! Goddamn it! It won't be long before that damned marksman find us. And Boss was there too, you embicile!"

"It was an accident, young master. I did not mean to harm the lady. It won't happen ever again."

"I don't wanna be part of this too but we don't have a choice. Go back to your station and be sure that you won't be caught again. Get out of my sight!"

"Yesss, master."

Then the creature along with the darkness disappeared which left its master more irritated as he looked down at the flashdrive on the table.

"I can't believe I share the same blood with yhat deranged Boss. Who would have thought she has screw loose on her head..."

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"Oh my! If you hadn't told me the story behind this, I would have assumed Mister Roger attacked you!"

Doctor Rafaela laughed at the exposed wound, which made Guinevere stifle her giggles. It hurts a bit if she move her shoulders.

Guinevere was sitting on one of the three hospital beds that are divided and covered by curtains. She held the neatly folded jacket on her lap with her left hand. While the other was holding on to her bloody and ruined vintage blouse.

The emergency room, which they were currently at, was adorned with complete medical equipment despite it being a small clinic.

"Healing prayers for you~"

Without further delay, Rafaela used her holy powers to close up the wound and heal the lingering pain. The blinding light made Guinevere abruptly close her eyes.

"The wound is all gone, except for the scar because your got wounded outside of the battlefield. Wait for a moment my dear..."

Rafaela then went out of the space where Guinevere was, firmly closing the curtain so no one could see the vulnerable young lady inside.

"How is she?"

Granger sprang up from his seat and walked towards the blonde woman. Rafaela held back her laughter upon seeing the black cat ears headband on the aloof looking young man. It was similar to the one Miss Baroque was wearing, except that the internal ear on his was red and hers was purple.

"Oh she's fine. But I strongly advise you to not go in there, her clothes are tattered. It will be... indecent since you two are both unmarried." Rafaela glared at the young man.

"Ah. That... I needed to cut that side of her blouse before the blood dried out. And then I applied first aid to the wound..." Granger explained. At this, Rafaela softened her gaze.

"Oh you did? Your wrapping skills is very commendable. You're surprisingly kind hmm..." Rafaela mumbled the last part. She then went to her desk and got a pen and paper.

"Mister Death Chanter, would you mind buying Miss Baroque's scar-removal cream now?"

"Sure, I don't mind..." Granger took the freshly written prescription from the winged woman's hand.

"When you get to the hall, turn to your left and you'll see my husband at his pharmacy...the expenses are already covered so you don't have to pay. It is a privilege for heroes ranked higher than Epic." Granger nodded and went out of the small emergency room.

Rafaela peeked her head on the curtain and told her to relaxe and sit still the she closed it again so she could find the Auburn haired girl a change of clothes.

"Umm...Doctor? Is it possible to be allergic to a person?" Guinevere asked after a minute of silence.

"Huh? You mean the thing that happens to you when your friend is around?" Rafaela asked as she rummaged around the mini office at the side of the emergency room.

"Uh...yes..."

Rafaela giggled at the younger girl's concerns.

"It is a symptom of a disease I know..."

"Oh my! Really?? So I was sick afterall... Is it curable?"

Rafaela felt a bit guilty of the pureness and naivety of young lady of the Baroque family, but she couldn't help but tease her a bit more.

"I'm afraid it's not...and it won't help even if you get away from that person as it will just intensify!"

"Oh no! What do I do?"

Rafaela opened all the drawers but only papers and an old stethoscope were there. She then floated towards the small lockers on the otherside.

"The disease is called 'Lovesickness'. And the symptom is called 'Crush'." Rafaela tried her hardest not to laugh.

"Eh?! You're just teasing me! There's nothing like that, Doc!" She heard the younger girl complain and that's when Rafaela laughed to her heart's content.

At last, she found a clean and decent looking v-neck white shirt with a '515' print on the front. It was a rather small for her, but hopefully it might fit the young lady Baroque since she looked like a petite young woman.

"I was only pulling your leg! Here, Miss Baroque. Wear this after I apply the cream." Rafaela handed the tee shirt to the girl.

Just then they heard a knock, and Granger emerged from the double doors of the emergency room.

"Thank you, Mister Death Chanter. Wait for a minute, I'll just apply this cream to Miss Baroque." Rafaela did what she had to do and immediately went out so Guinevere could change her top.

Rafaela went back to her table and wrote down the instructions for the usage of the scar vanishing cream.

Guinevere came out of the curtain wearing the white shirt and a jacket over it. She was fussing over her knee length skirt which now reached inches above it since she pulled it upwards to cover her waist.

"Uhh...the shirt is a bit short but it fits. Thank you Doctor Rafaela!"

It was futile and a bit of her abdomen was peeking out. And the shirt clungs to her body so well too.

"O-Oh! You're...healthier than I thought. My apologies, Miss. I underestimated your shirt size." Rafaela smiled apologetically.

It was the only clothing in the clinic aside from the lab gowns. The high waist skirt and the vintage blouse gave her the illusion that Guinevere was a petite girl. But in reality she had hourglass body shape.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw the young man furrowed his manly eyebrows. He was looking at the shirt the girl was wearing. It looked like a croptop on Guinevere.

'Holy crystal, don't tell me that he's a pervert--' Rafaela angrily thought.

Then suddenly Granger reached Guinevere's spot and zipped up the jacket up to her neck. He then put the tattered blouse that the girl was holding on the extra paperbag he got from the pharmacy.

"You look great but you'll get chills if you don't cover up...Winter is around the corner, you know." Granger gently smoothed out her clothes like a worried mother. Guinevere nodded reluctantly.

Rafaela noticed his tone was gentler than earlier. Her eyes noticed something from their hands.

'Oh my goodness!'

"A-Ah! Here's the instructions for the cream. If you follow this religiously, pun not intended, the scars will fade in just a week. So you wouldn't agonize over the Grand Ball we'll be celebrating at the end of the month."

Rafaela told Guinevere and gave the paper with the written instructions to Granger. She sighed in relief at the thought that the young marksman was a true gentleman. Well...he's more like a mother hen.

"Also, I recommend you to take a day off, Miss Baroque. Make sure she does, Mister Death Chanter." Rafaela said gently.

"That, I will do. Thank you!" Granger nodded, he then beckoned the girl to move along.

"Thank you once again, Doctor Rafaela. Have a good night!"

"Let's go home. Asslot will kill me if you're not there before your curfew.

Just in time, Argus walked past the two late visitors, his eyes wide at the sudden appearance of strings from the young man. He went inside and caught his wife smiling weirdly.

"Aha! I know who's her friend now!" Rafaela squealed like a young highschool girl.

"Honey...the red strings of fate are tricky and we immortal beings shouldn't interfere the fates of the mortals..." Argus sighed and hugged his overly excited wife.

"Oh my! You noticed it too huh? Oh and you're extra clingy today, Hubby!" The winged woman giggled and snuggled in her husband's embrace.

"He reminds me of you, thousands of years ago!"

"I know...their strings are not equal..." Argus paused and thought of the distant memory.

"Hers was much more scarce than yours when we first met. I hope for the best for the young man."

"Oh you're right! Don't worry,vit only happens at the start. That's why I'm helping her speed up the process. But look at our strings now...they're equal..."

"They're mortals and don't have lots of time like we have..." Argus mumbled.

"Oh! Speaking of time, should we close up the clinic tonight and make up for the time we wasted?"

"You naughty angel!"

"What are you talking about? Anyway, let's go to the Fun Park as well! I wanna ride the ferris wheel!" Rafaela beamed the wriggled out from their embrace so she could close the clinic.

"I guess I'm the naughty one..." Argus muttered to himself.