An appointment (Medical personal?)

[Cara]

Cara left the livery yard and headed through the town until she found herself standing out the front of Park Hospital. She bounced on her toes as she stood at the bottom of steps. There was part of her that wanted to turn tail and flee, she didn't want to be stuck in a hospital bed again for months on end, when all she had done in the first place was receive a greenstick fracture of her collar bone from a fall from the high bar. Sure, it had been in the middle of a very complicated release moved and she had slipped when regrasping the bar and the failure of her coach breaking the fall had resulted in her partly breaking her bone.

Shaking off the memory, she walked up the stairs and jumped back as the door automatically slid open as she stood at the top. Shaking her head again, she walked through the doors and walked up to the receptionist's desk. "Good morning, Ma'am." She said quietly as the woman behind the desk looked up with a brighter-than-life smile. "My name is Cara-Jean Kitchi, I have an appointment this morning." She shook her head apologetically. "I am sorry, but I am not sure whom the appointment is with." She was more than a little scared of what the filed that would have been sent through might say. She had a small backpack-handbag over her shoulders that contained the food-diary that she was required to fill in every time she ate. The whole thing would have been fine, had she not been told that she had to be honest win it, so along with what she was to consume, she wrote down how much had been eaten and how she felt after eating. Yeah, you could guess that her comments weren't of her being thrilled.

At the woman's words, she walked over and sat down in the waiting area. She didn't sit for long though, as those plastic chairs weren't made to be comfortable, and paced the waiting area. It wasn't long though before her pacing became dance steps as she worked through the footwork of a ballet routine she had learned so many years ago.

[Onzy]

Lestat was spending increasing time between the amount of patients that the hospital had. There had been news of a new doctor arriving, and he was supposed to start today, but no such luck of the person actually appearing. Looking on his watch, he saw that he was late for an appointment with a student from the College. He steps speeded up and soon he was on the floor where he was needed. Lestat hadn't had time to read into the file in depth, but knew that it was about the girl having an eating disorder. It was discovered after she had sustained a fracture of some sort.

The only person waiting was pacing in the waiting room. Lestat gave a friendly wave to the receptionist. Excuse me miss. I am Dr. de Lioncourt and if you will please come through. The consultation office was warm and inviting and Lestat waited for the girl to enter before sitting down himself. So, what can I do for you? he asked, his Irish vocals friendly.

[Cara]

Cara's feet moved her across the waiting room floor. She lost herself in the steps that she almost allowed herself to forget why she was here... almost.

She stopped moving when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her, and she ducked her head guiltily as she caught the smiling face of the receptionist. She guessed she was lucky that she wasn't here for an ECG as her heart had sped up more than normal now that she had been dancing.

She watched the male doctor approach out of the corner of her eye, and allowed them to slide closed as he spoke to her. She gave a single nod as she followed him into one of the consultation rooms. Her head jerked up at his next question. She pulled her bag around and removed a sheet of paper. "I am here, Sir, because I have a letter that says I need to be." She replied honestly. She wasn't here because she wanted to be, she just didn't want to break and appointment and set alarm bells off somewhere. That and she wanted this doctor to send back to that other hospital that she was a normal gymnast who was no more than concerned about her weight. She didn't have a problem with her body... much. So why was everyone else so concerned about the fact that she still had the body of an eight year old? Jealousy from the female doctors? She hadn't hit puberty, something most girls went through as they hit preteens, but that didn't worry her either. Puberty meant breasts and height, neither of which she needed or wanted, they would just get in the way of gymnastics and dancing.