>>68389693>Be Inco>Waiting patiently besides your gator gf in the doctor's office>She's clutching your hand for dear life, and you can't help but squeeze hers back>The doctor, a rhinorex in his late thirties, has been going through papers for what feels like an eternity>You both hung off of his every curious hum and ah, anxious for results>Dr. Nosenberg's sigh is anything but comforting>"Well, doc?">Olivia's shaking like an exceptionally thick leaf on the wind>You wrap a comforting arm around her, and add your expectant stare to her own>"I'm sorry, Ms. Halford, but... how do I say this...">He's silent for a long moment"Doctor?"
>Your voice came out a bit more assertive than you intended it to, but then this was a serious matter>You'd both been plagued with troubles for some months now>Or rather Olivia had been>Fatigue, poor sleep, anxiety, elevated blood pressure, and on the list goes>There had to be some cause, some underlying condition, but neither of you were doctors, you didn't know the first thing about proper medical diagnosis>So you set up an appointment, and here you were>Dr. Nosenberg remained silent, the tuft of a mustache at the end of his obscenely large schnoz bristling in thought>He sighed once more>You both tensed, prepared for the worst>"I'm... sorry, Ms. Halford, but it would seem you're... fat.">It strikes like an arrow to the heart>"No...">She takes you in both arms, shivering as she withholds a sob at her diagnosis>You do your best to comfort her, and lock the doctor with a hard stare"Is there anything we can do? Some medication or something? Anything at all?"
>Dr. Nosenberg runs his hand over his bald scaly head, partially displacing his yamaka>"There's a number of prescriptions to deal with it, but I'm afraid it's a chronic condition. Ms. Halford will very likely be fat for the rest of her life.">Olivia sobs>"I-Inky...""I'm here, Liv..."
>Dr. Nosenberg leaves the room to give you both time to let it sink in