Sally is in charge of the first aid tent when Treize comes in from a mobile suit dueling tournament
Treize was sent to the first aid station tent. He had a little black bruise under his left eye and several bruises over his torso over his body. He had managed to get into the finals of monster mobile suit dueling, but had gotten jounced roughly in his chair. His opponent on the other hand had gotten a mild electrocution from loose wiring so Treize wasn't so bad off. That was one of the many perils of piloting a suit built by students in the engineering department.
"Oh, you look so lovely, Treize."
He looked at who said that and squawked. "You're here?"
Sally smiled at him and said, "Well, I am going nearly done with med school, oh, future world dictator. As the only person with medical training and willing to miss the duels for a huge lump of extra credit, of course, I'm going to be in charge of taking care of all minor injuries."
Treize narrowed his eyes and made his lips thin. "You as a future doctor... " I must use my power to make sure she is not assigned as my doctor, he thought.
"Actually, a medical officer... " said Sally. "What are you here for?"
"I was sent here to make sure I was fit enough to fight in the finals. Please sign this note," said Treize, showing her a little slip of paper saying that one Treize Khushrenada was able to fight.
"Ah... I'm afraid I will have to give you an examination."
"I'm quite capable of continuing to... URGH!" said Treize as Sally poked him in the ribs.
"Fine, huh?"
"Sign the paper."
"Please take off your shirt."
"What? There's really no need to... "
"Ok, one Treize Khushrenanda must be excused from... "
Treize pouted and began unbuttoning his uniform. "You have no honor."
"If I had no honor, I'd make you take off your pants. Hmmm... You're so black and blue you look like a blueberry popsicle," said Sally. "It doesn't hurt to breathe, does it?"
"No."
"A good sign. If you had broken or cracked one of your ribs, I'd have written you out. I've got some cream for relieving the pain." She handed him a jar.
Treize rubbed the area around his many bruises and handed it back to her. She quickly cleaned and took care of all the minor scratches and cuts he got, ignoring all his complaints as she sprayed antiseptic here and there. Satisfied that he didn't need the immediate care of a hospital, she signed the note.
"Well, I fixed everything except the brain damage, but that will have to wait until another day." Sally handed him the note.
"You realize that you are not ingratiating yourself with the future ruler of the universe," said Treize with a strained smile.
"Probably not. But I still hope you win."
"Why, thank you."
"I've got some money riding on you."
"What?!"
The End
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