quietly killing the time

[attitude]

With everything that's happened on the island as of late, Faye Valentine's concern about her health has ranked low on her list of priorities. A little bit of fatigue and soreness isn't much to worry about; delayed menstruation is probably just time catching up with her at last, now that she's arguably settled, and now that there's enough air to manage a breath or two. More important than her problems is attending to Dean, watching over Castiel, overseeing everything that Edward does. It at once runs contrary to her nature, and yet doesn't at all— to watch over others hasn't been Faye's modus operandi since she was a child, the years thereafter spent too wholly on herself, on making sure that no one would stamp her out of existence. That she wouldn't be shackled to a debt she never asked for. But it had been her nature, once, to watch out for others.

Maybe that's what makes the transition easier than what anyone might expect.

She passes a shallow breath between her teeth, steps into the clinic when she knows Dean isn't around, hand lingering on the wall and unsure how to do this, how to ask someone about her health when she hasn't truly set foot in a clinic or hospital for years.

"I know I didn't set up an appointment," Faye says uncertainly, leaning over the counter, "but I was hoping someone would have a few minutes to talk to me about some symptoms I've had recently."

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[attitude]

It all makes sense, as much as anything medical tends to make sense to Faye. On the bright side, she reminds herself, the chance of being manipulated in a free clinic is next to none. They've got nothing to gain from it. No money to swindle. Licking her lips at the thought, and asking herself as ever if that kind of security makes this island worth it, she nods.

"Sounds great to me. I haven't had any pains that I know of," she remarks with a shrug. "So I guess that means we'll have to wait and see what the numbers say."

[drownondryland]

"On the bright side," Meredith says, "there are a lot of scientists and very few patients. Results tend to come through pretty fast." She steps back, gesturing for Faye to step down. "We should know by tomorrow, or at least have a starting point." She doesn't want to make her wait any longer if she can help it, which she can, one of the few things she can say in favor of this place.

"If you'll follow me this way..."