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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[drownondryland]

The woman is one Meredith has seen around before, one of the many island residents that's lingered for some indefinite period of time; she never remembers when most people show up, only that they eventually become part of the landscape, recognizable but unknown. This one, though, well, she's pretty hard to miss.

"I can," she says, "absolutely. You don't need an appointment. It's... usually pretty quiet around here." Getting up from her seat, she finds a pen and clipboard as she speaks, pinning a fresh intake sheet under the clip, then heads for one of the clinic beds. She prefers the privacy of the one furthest from the door, since this place is low on walls. "I'm Dr. Grey. Why don't you come over here with me?"