She filled his ears with useless, inane chatter as they waited and she filled out paperwork. He answered questions generally with one word answers when necessary, and gave into to full responses when she persisted. Thankfully, after she handed in the clipboard, not much time passed before her name was called.
He shook his head as her target changed to the doctor from him and wondered if she ever really stopped talking. When they reached the examination room, he stopped by the door. "This one will remain outside," he said, glancing at the table with well-disguised discomfort.
"Non-sense," said the doctor.
"It's alright," the miko said, smiling at him softly. "It's nothing you haven't seen before. Besides, don't you want to see him or her?"
For the briefest of seconds, he hesitated, before he entered the room and closed the door quietly behind him. When she went behind the curtain and the sound of her clothes hitting the floor reached his ears, he moved to the side of the table, setting their coats on the chair beside it, before sitting.
When she came out and climbed up onto the table, assuming the position, he looked away as the doctor went between her legs. It didn't matter that the doctor was female, he still felt some irritation. Those thoughts left his mind though when he felt her small hand grip his. He glanced at her but she kept her eyes clenched shut. "I don't like this part," she admitted.
He didn't really want to hold her hand but the scent of nerves filled the air and considering his own irritation with the doctor, her touch soothed his beast. When he glanced at her again, she had peeked one eye open and he could see the nervous hope there. Slowly, he nodded, and tightened his grip on her hand.
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