Claire saw butterfly. Lots of butterflies. She turned confused. Why would there be butterflies in the middle of the winter?? She reached out her hand to catch the creature... "Eh?"

"Are you up--"

"Eeekkkk!!!!!"

"Relax..calm down, you're in the clinic."

Oh, so it was the doctor...the one and only doctor in Mineral Town.. Thinking of that makes Claire calmed a bit. She stares at her surrounding to notice a familiar room where she used to be found waking up after doing an extremely tiring works.

Wait..work?

"You're calmed now?" he asked more. "You shouldn't move around so much."

Claire nods weakly and spoke softly. "T-tim...I..."

"And you shouldn't call my name that way either," he smiled to say no, but came closer to hear her out anyways. "but what can I help you with?"

Claire rolled her eyes down to her feet. "I can't feel my legs." And she notices that she was just not doing well.

"..I've pretty much expected that." he rubbed his chin. "You hit your leg with something hard?"

"Well, I remember knocking on something..or should I say...a huge log bumped on me?"

He sighed. "Claire, what did I told you about being careful?"

She laughs nervously, but later stops when she thought about being UNABLE to do work in anytime soon for the fractured legs. "Oh my oh my..."

"Now you realized it do you?"

She got very silent for a moment. She thought about consulting the spirits to help her out, but...the Spring Tea Party...

"...will you help me, Tim?"

"..sure, I'll help. What can be done?"

"Well...if it doesn't burden you so much, about my chickens.."

"Oh, that. I'll ask Rick to take care of your animals, don't worry."

Then, at these times, Claire realized of how important friends are, and neighbors as well. Rick was another rancher in the village, so he would help her out won't he?? He was her neighbor and both friends. And the doctor was helping A LOT to ask him the favor.

"Thanks, Tim..er, I mean, doctor."

"You're welcome."

The doctor returns to his original seat then, and then came back with few medicines and showed her those pills. She doesn't look comfortable at all. "You'll have to eat all this, you know. So get better." he states.

"Well, doctor..as much as I like being healthy, I do hate medicines.."

"Eat it."

"..."

"Claire,"

"..sigh. Alright alright! I'll have those in my diet! Darn my health!!"

He smirks. "Alright. Be a good girl and--" before he could finish his sentences he blushed madly. Claire just stared at him, notices his face changing shades. Why does his face seemed to be so dark-shed-colored,... suddenly? The doctor retreats and closes his mouth. Bad mouth, bad mouth!, he thought. He scolds himself; how could he talks so carelessly...

"Doctor...Tim, err, anyway..are you okay?" she called.

"I'm..okay. I just got something unpleasant in thoughts." he lied.

"Want to tell me about it??" but she sounds excited. He thought about her; is she not sad about her condition? No cries? No worries? Or is it that she's just pretending to be okay? He wanted to ask those questions. He wanted to know about her feelings.

He wanted..to know her.

Wait, what's this? Fondness..? He blushed again. The next time she called his name he felt giddy.

"Tim?"

"Y-yes?"

"......."

"You're weird today.!"

-t.s.u.z.u.k.u-