[There's a puzzled sound. Brow is furrowing. Head is tilting. Where did that come from?
There's a curious glance at Celty from the doorway. You? Okay. Though they do have some wheelchairs around here. Law could've just signed you out one.
Ah well...
He's just going to come in pulling that portable X-ray with him, with some more blankets piled on top for ease of transport. Tucked underneath his arm is the chart, now with ten times more notes and printouts, and in the hand not pulling the X-ray is a carton of orange juice.]
... well. Uh. [Strange magical wheelchairs aside] Aside from some minor electrolyte imbalances, which should correct on its own, you're doing well, Mister Mikado.
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[There's a puzzled sound. Brow is furrowing. Head is tilting. Where did that come from?
There's a curious glance at Celty from the doorway. You? Okay. Though they do have some wheelchairs around here. Law could've just signed you out one.
Ah well...
He's just going to come in pulling that portable X-ray with him, with some more blankets piled on top for ease of transport. Tucked underneath his arm is the chart, now with ten times more notes and printouts, and in the hand not pulling the X-ray is a carton of orange juice.]
... well. Uh. [Strange magical wheelchairs aside] Aside from some minor electrolyte imbalances, which should correct on its own, you're doing well, Mister Mikado.