Chapter 7

Sango slammed her coffee down slightly too hard when Kagome asked about her newest patient.

Kagome began to grow worried when Sango's face turned red, purple, and then the paleness of barely constrained anger. Sango gave an obviously forced smile and told Kagome that, "It was fine," through clenched teeth. Kagome noticed how tightly Sango clutched the handle of the cheap coffee mug. If this one broke too, it would be the 5th one this month; before, it was only 5 a year.

To Kagome's relief, the light bell that sounded whenever a patient wanted to see a doctor rang then. Kagome leapt out of her seat slightly too quickly with a bright, hopeful smile.

"Which patient is it?" Kagome asked the attending nurse eagerly.

Rin smiled knowingly, "It's your favorite one, Kagome-san."

Kagome blushed and Sango stared.

When had that started? What happed to "no preferences?" Sango immediately thought of Miroku's lecherous grin and sighed. Incorrigible perverts like him were why rules were created. Unfortunately, horrible personality traits weren't an excuse to turn a patient out. Sango shook thoughts of the stupid man out of her head just in time to wave goodbye to Kagome.

"Have fun!" She called, and watched Kagome turn pink again. Sango grinned mischievously. Well, she could have fun with this.

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