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[quietsideways]

Madeline walked in alone with a thick immobilizing bandage around her left wrist and hand and found a place that looked more or less like a waiting room to sit down and wait in. She'll be as patient as she needs to be until someone comes by and possibly asks her what she's doing. After all, she has all the time she needs, and she brought a book

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[_whydoyoucry_]

The man who enters looks less like a doctor and more like someone who works the presses at a newspaper. But don't be fooled -- or at least, don't let his ink-stained hands and sleeves put you off.

Joseph rubs the side of his nose with his thumb, expression surprised and, while not exactly welcoming, pleasant. "Can I help you?"

[quietsideways]

Madeline looks up, startled, and her book falls out of her lap.

"Uh, yes, I'm sorry-" She bends over and retrieves it, then stands up as she fumbles with putting it back in the purse slung over her shoulder. "I'm looking for- a consultation, basically. About my hand." She holds up her bandaged one. "Ah, the nerves are damaged." Hopefully he'll be able to tell her what to do. Vaguely, she feels ridiculous.

[_whydoyoucry_]

"Consulting I can do." Well, there's a more welcoming smile for you.

The man tugs a large handkerchief from his pocket, using it to rub (uselessly) at the stains on his fingers. His head jerks to the side indicating her to follow him down the hall to his shared office area while he talks. "I'm not at all traditional in my medical knowledge, you should know that right off but if I'm not what you're looking for I'm sure we can find you someone more appropriate."

One ink-stained finger flickers towards the seats. "Can I offer you some jam? One of my partners makes it, superb stuff."

[quietsideways]

"I've already seen conventional doctors about it. They said that I'm not looking at a very good prognosis for full recovery, so, untraditional is sort of what I'm looking for." She follows him, answering his smile with one of her own.

"No, thank you, I'm all right," she says, in response to his offer of jam, and takes a seat expectantly.