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A freckled face peeked out from the back room.

"Uh, hello!" Oliver's arms were full of folders and paperwork when he scurried out, and his inquisitive expression turned to one of concern when he recognized the hunter who had just entered. "Ah, Chance! A-are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

All the papers were dumped on the front desk, and replaced by a clipboard. Unlike their first meeting, when Oliver joined Chance it was with some measure of confidence. "Follow me, there's a room this way."

"Oh, that's good," Oliver chirped with a relieved smile. That was the worst part about infirmary duty, seeing people you knew with injuries and in pain, it was no wonder Noemi always jumped so fast to help him when he showed up wounded. Routine checkups were easy in comparison.

He glanced over his shoulder to reply, "I get maybe a third of my shifts in here, so I guess it's um... something about versatility?"

The kid pushed open the door to an unoccupied examining room. "For a regular checkup there are lots of questions and stuff, but it's pretty straight forward... Not like an annual physical or anything, those are done by intermediates or full hunters. B-but you can request one of them for the checkup if you'd like!" The boy's supervisors clearly had more faith in him than he did in himself.

"Yeah, mostly," Oliver agreed with a little smile. "There are a few Moons and Mists who have infirmary duty pretty often though, and not all Life division people take on more than what their research requires." That was one aspect Oliver had not decided on, for a kid who didn't expect a future, what need did he have to choose between the labs or the infirmary?

The young trainee's eyes briefly scanned the clipboard in his hands, and slid a pen out from the clasp on top. "Okay... uh... Have you... had any general health complaints, or unexpected developments recently, like headaches, muscle pains, sore throat or runny nose, dizziness, nausea, stomach cramping, digestive disturbances, or um... other not normal symptoms?"

Oliver smiled sheepishly. "I-I was uncomfortable too, at first. There was a really big mission that went badly when I was still new to it all, nobody wanted me out on the floor because, um... they said my worried face would just scare the patients..."

The kid used the pen to check off a couple things. "Um. That's next, have you been treated for any wounds with complications in the past six weeks, including injuries requiring surgical intervention, damage that is not healing, or..." Oliver paused for a second. "... Parasites residing inside the body? Has your shield broken on the island, or off the island, or might you have come into contact with any FEAR-based organisms, or Insanity-based organisms, while your shield was in a compromised state?"

He looked up from the list he was reading from. "D-don't you think, um, as a Sun you would see a lot of injuries? O-or more of your own?" Clearly a break from the checklist to revisit their casual conversation.

"Ah, s-sorry, I know this island isn't exactly the place for people like me who can't keep their emotions in order." It was with a self-depreciating smile that Oliver turned back to the checklist in hand. "Especially in the field, it's... um, not a place I do well in."

Oliver wasn't going into detail on how he froze up during the zombie mission.

"Uh... That's good, no... anything..." He made a couple more little checks on the page, and then there was an uncharacteristic long pause. The boy's cheeks began to get a little red. "Um... a-are you currently... uh... sexually active? I-if so, h-have there been any um- u-unprotected sexual encounters, o-or have you had multiple partners in the past six weeks?"

One would think a Life division trainee with frequent duties in the infirmary, not to mention also friends with Finn, Oliver would have gotten used to questions like this. But the kid was pretty hopeless when it came to this topic. Even if it were just a routine checkup.

Good enough, moving along now!

"Can you take off your shirt?" Oliver blurted out in his haste to skip the awkward questions and move onto the relative safety of a basic examination. Except then he realized exactly what he had asked, in the context of his previous questions.

The young trainee went even redder in the cheeks and he opened his mouth to say something, but there were no words. He had already said more than enough words. With as much dignity as he could muster, the kid simply turned around to face the door. It would take more than a minute for him to regain his composure.

Oliver shook his head quickly, but resolutely, and took a couple more seconds to will away the blush on his cheeks. Once he was ready, it was back to business.

The boy turned around looking marginally less flustered, but he was able to produce a stethoscope from some pocket inside his jacket and continue on. "I'm going to- Oh!" The boy's eyes widened at seeing the large bandage on Chance's side. "I-I thought you said just aches and bruises, is that a cut?"

All earlier embarrassment forgotten, Oliver's primary concern became whatever giant cut or abrasion was hiding behind such a large bandage. Without waiting for Chance to reply, the young trainee was turning to pull some gauze pads out of a cupboard. Medical tape was already in hand, most likely fished out of another mysterious pocket.