Once a month, Anders did a 'personal health' day at the clinic. A section was screened off for privacy, and Anders served as ob/gyn and proctologist for his regular patients, as well as a number from Low- and Hightowns, who couldn't, for whatever reason, see the Chantry healers. Occasionally he was called on to give youngsters 'the talk', as well as explaining the necessity for cleanliness and prophylactic sheaths or creams.
As usual, the 'waiting area' was full. Oddly, on 'personal health' day, the patients frequently spilled over into the area outside the clinic. Anders grumbled to himself. Just another example of how negligent the Chantry was when it came to these things.
He stuck his head around the screen to call for the next patient. A flash of gold caught his eye. "Isabela, again? You were just here a few days ago."
"What! I have an itch."
"Of course you do." He sighed and called her into the doctor/patient area. Outside, people waited, chatting, doing various smallcrafts, a few were dozing. They were willing to wait. No one missed 'personal health' day.
Isabela sashayed out while the next patient was called in and sat down with the Hawkes, who were still waiting their turn.
"You know," Bethany quirked an eyebrow, "If you just told Madame Lusine that Einarr has the pox..."
"And lose my excuse for all those exams? Not a chance."
Garrett's eyes brightened. "Why didn't I think of that?"