"...okay. It's over in the next building, first floor, near the back--"*PHUFFH!*
Normally he'd avoid doctors if he could help it. Every sprain, strain, concussion and internal injury that landed him in a hospital (and there were more than people thought) inevitably turned to "We're going to run some extra metabolic tests while we're at it" and "you don't mind doing one last reflex test do you," and "a deep muscle tissue sample would really help," and finally "it's the most sensible decision you know, signing a release on your genome, there's no way it could ever be used for non-theraputic purposes--"
Yeah, right.
But this was a different situation. Georik probably doesn't know what a genome even IS. And Sonic was starting to feel heavier and heavier in ways that had nothing to do with the grav fluctuations.
"Thanks... Ness. Normally I'd make it there on my own but... Well, I owe you one."
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Normally he'd avoid doctors if he could help it. Every sprain, strain, concussion and internal injury that landed him in a hospital (and there were more than people thought) inevitably turned to "We're going to run some extra metabolic tests while we're at it" and "you don't mind doing one last reflex test do you," and "a deep muscle tissue sample would really help," and finally "it's the most sensible decision you know, signing a release on your genome, there's no way it could ever be used for non-theraputic purposes--"
Yeah, right.
But this was a different situation. Georik probably doesn't know what a genome even IS. And Sonic was starting to feel heavier and heavier in ways that had nothing to do with the grav fluctuations.
"Thanks... Ness. Normally I'd make it there on my own but... Well, I owe you one."