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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield

Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Did anyone else see that?! The way her love taps had seemingly injured him!? He was in worse condition than she had initially thought. This went soooooooooooooo far beyond one brownie of death. His SEVERE malnutrition was alarming. She was going just going to have to entirely rework the menus in the cafeteria so they were up to standards. First things to go were those DEATH BROWNIES.

"I am indeedy. Loranys Lilyfield, but you can call me Lor or lover or Loranys," she giggled as she resisted giving him another gently pat. Could break one of his brittle bones and that would just be TERRIBLE. "Oh no no no, you need IMMEDIATE attention. You are clearly suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, and zuccherotosis. In fact, an examination here just will NOT do." Which was a pity because now she couldn't use her toy to listen to the way his heart went pitter patter for her.

Removing her wand, she gave it a lavish whirl around and conjured a stretcher. "Now, don't you worry honey bun. We are going to fix you riiiiiiiiiight up. Ravaora is the BEST at what she does. I am going to write you up a meal plan I want you to follow to ensure you are meeting all your dietary needs. That should help take care of your severe case of zuccherotosis." She patted the floated stretcher with a grin and obnoxious giggle.

"Hop up haaaaaaaaaaaaaandsome." Or else she would have no other option but to use her magic to get him on there and tie him down. Poor stud didn't know how BAD his condition was.

So she was a Healer. But she wasn't at ALL like Cece, and definitely not even as pretty as Cece (even if William still thought of her like his sister). THIS Healer was... something else. Something CRAZY. And he'd thought HIS name was bad.

"Lor..." He almost choked AGAIN when she said lover, "-anys, uh, I'm fine. Really. You saved my life and all but...." Oh whoa, whoa wait, she was diagnosing him with something?! Really? Just from... their brief encounter, she could tell he had a disease? MULTIPLE diseases??! So much so that she had to transport him somewhere else?!!!!!!!

Now William wasn't much of a hypochondriac; actually, the only Healer he ever saw was Cece and that wasn't for illness. If he got burned or injured at work he always took care of himself as best as he could. But OOPS? Pruritusism? Zuccherotosis?!! Those sounded serious AND waaaay, waaaaaaaaaaaaay out of his vocabulary. So he swallowed his nerves and gave the Healer lady --- crazy as she was --- a serious nod. This was going to be weird, but Willy sat on the edge of the stretcher and started rambling a bit out of nervousness.

"I'm sure my diet is fine, I assure you. I don't know what those things are that you think I have, but I promise I don't ALWAYS eat dessert with EVERY meal annnd I exercise often, my crup Jack is a great running buddy, I'm very healthy, really, I don't even choke in public! That was an accident! Where is this stretcher going?"

Frowning playfully at him when he selected his name for her of choice (it's alright there baby boo. She knows you are just afraid of commitment) she gently pushed him back so he could lie down on the stretcher.

"OOOOOOOOOH MY MEEEEEEEEERLIN. You have a SERIOUS case of loquentes ieiuniumtis as well," she lamented. She quickly pulled some gauze from her kit and tied it around his head to cover his mouth and prevent further rambling. Poor dear had NO clue how poorly he was handling his stress levels. He was just SO lucky she was here for him. ALWAYS here for him. "Now don't you worry about a THING," she assured as she began strapping him down to the stretcher. It was too dangerous for him to be able to move. "I am taking you to the Technology Lounge and insisting that your examination be moved up. You just lay there and look handsome. Nyahahahahahaha."

With another flick of her wand, she levitated the stretcher and began walking backwards out of the food court. She tripped up on a chair and table here and there, which made the stretcher suddenly drop a few inches, but she would neeeeeeeever let him fall.

She would have to speak with her colleagues about whether or not a crup was a suitable companion for a man suffering from SO many things. All in due time, of course.