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Ward B - Male Side
Ukyou grumbled to herself 'Stupid father. Just had to change all my records to male. I can't believe I forgot I was registered as a guy.' She briefly tried to smother her head under her pillow to block out the noises her roommate was making. Even in her worst nightmare she had never imagined THIS happening to her.
It wouldn't have been so bad if she had gotten some other person for a roommate. Heck if it had been Ranma she would have been jumping for joy. The possibility of ending up as his roommate was why she hadn't originally complained when she discovered their mistake. Well at least she would be able to see her Ranchan in the morning after they finished her paperwork and scheduled her therapy sessions.
A little creative storytelling abought her life, and her relationship with her fiancé and she was in. Most of what she had said was true. She had just left out any mention of gender and made sure to include how everything had made her feel. 'Like I'm still that little girl that was left on the side of the road. A castaway that no one wants around. Useless and worthless. . .' Ukyou gritted her teeth and buried her pain trying to concentrated on the positive aspects of her situation.
She was locked in a mental ward with Ranma. She smiled slightly at that thought 'and no other fiancées to interrupt a little quiet time with my Ranma honey.' Who would have guessed that they would separate the wards according to sex here? 'Not me, that's for damn sure.' When you looked at it that way, her father had done her a favor. If not for the paperwork saying she was a guy she could be stuck with Akane right now, instead of being the only female presence near her future husband. A little time alone together without anyone to interfere and he would see that she was the best one for him. She'd never abandon him or make him feel unwanted. He would see she was the only one who really cared.
The only fly in the ointment was a roommate who was surely going to drive her insane. 'Well at least I'm already signed up for therapy. It wouldn't be so bad if he would just stop reading the damn things out loud, but as long as I can be with my Ranma I can put up with anything.'
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Ward B - Female Side
Ranma grumbled to herself while holding an icepack up to her eye. It wasn't his fault he was stuck on the female side. It's not like he meant for this to happen. All it had taken was one splash of orange juice and suddenly they transferred him. When he tried to explain things they had nodded and taken notes pretending to believe him, and then whoosh, here he was on the female side anyway.
There was only one possible way things could have been worse, so sure enough they had made sure that was done too.
He had actually been looking forward to the mental ward strangely enough. A quiet place where he would be fed and allowed to sleep with no waking up in mid air or by buckets of cold water. No people jumping out at him and yelling 'Ranma Prepare to Die! or Vile Sorcerer release my Love!' or the ever popular 'Get Him!'.
The very concept of being given enough time to relax and let his guard down was so amazing that he had actually fainted. 'I didn't do nothin' girlish like faint. All I did was test them by pretending to faint.' He corrected himself quickly.
He knew that if pops had heard abought it he was in for a lecture that would last from sunup to sundo ... well till he lost his temper and knocked the old man out anyway, or splashed him with some cold water. Once the old man really got going he wouldn't even notice he had changed, and it actually was a little entertaining just nodding along and pretending to listen while he grumped and growled thinking he was talking.
Waking up and finding himself in a bed in a nice quiet room without anything new hurting had been almost unbelievable. He had almost pass ou. ... taken another nap just to see if they were testing him, but a quick search of the room had shown it to be empty of fiancées and rivals. There was even a tray of food next to his bed, and while it wasn't anywhere near Kasumi standards it had been miles above Akane's attempts at poiso ... cooking.
It had actually gotten unnerving after a while. He had started flinching at every noise and glaring at the shadows, positive that someone was going to attack him. It had been hours since someone had tried to kill him. He was definitely overdue. He was sure there was a fist, foot, or glomp with his name on it somewhere close by, just waiting for him to lower his guard.
He had gone up for a fifth serving in the chow line at the cafeteria and no one had complained or attempted to steal his food from him. Things were going too well. He was being allowed to eat in peace and he hadn't been assaulted once since he got here.
The tension level was beginning to get unbearable. Something big must be coming, something really, really, big. The only times it had ever been this quiet had been because the Kamis had been planning something really, truly horrific. He might as well tattoo 'Ranma Satome: Fate's Bitch' on his forehead with the way his life had been going lately.
What would it be this time? A new fiancée? A ca.. feline attacking him? A fiancée who was also a feline attacking him?
It was at that point that a patient walking behind him dropped a fork on the floor.
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After a while of observing Ranma twitch the doctors had decided the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was definitely likely, and had one of the orderlies fetch a ladder so Dr.Okamoto could talk him down from the ceiling where he was currently located.
It took 15 minutes and the doctor had to swear on his honor that he wasn't a practitioner of some obscure form of martial arts dealing with ink blots and weird questions. It would have gone quicker, but for some reason Ranma had developed an innate distrust of paunchy bald men who wore glasses.
'I knew I shoudn'ta trusted him. I shoulda listened to my gut. Sure he pretended to be nice and understandin'. He even let me bitch abought my life for a while, but then that nurse guy had to go and spill that juice all over me.' She snorted 'Bet he did it on purpose too. Probably mad cause I called him a nurse guy. How was I suppose to know they ain't called that? It's not like we ever covered any of that junk in school.'
She sighed and waved down one of the nurses, proper female nurses on this side, so they could tell her that her eye was fine and that she could go back to bed.
'Can't believe they stuck me in a room with the Tomboy. What are the odds of that happening?' She reached up and scratched her left boob while walking down the hall and back to her room considerably more relaxed then he had been earlier.
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"So Doctor what do you think?" The nurse handed him the chart waiting to hear abought their latest and strangest patient.
"Well according to this she suffers from some very severe problems. Not the least of which is the delusion that she can turn into a guy with the application of hot water, and from the events this night I would say a complete lack of knowledge abought anything remotely dealing with sex. I'm scheduling an appointment with Dr.Mido for tomorrow afternoon. That at least is one problem we can easily fix."
"Mido, Miko? Isn't she the new sex therapist?"
"Yes and I can't think of anyone more qualified to explain the facts of life to her. Plus she practices her family's school of martial arts which should give them something in common. You'd be amazed at how often just having someone practice the same hobby sets people at ease. Almost forgot. Be sure to keep all hot liquids away from Ms.Satome. Dr.Okamoto suggested we try not to reinforce her delusions. That includes the shower in the room by the way. Have it adjusted tonight while she's asleep."
"I'll make a note of it doctor."
Ward B - Male Side
Ukyou grumbled to herself 'Stupid father. Just had to change all my records to male. I can't believe I forgot I was registered as a guy.' She briefly tried to smother her head under her pillow to block out the noises her roommate was making. Even in her worst nightmare she had never imagined THIS happening to her.
It wouldn't have been so bad if she had gotten some other person for a roommate. Heck if it had been Ranma she would have been jumping for joy. The possibility of ending up as his roommate was why she hadn't originally complained when she discovered their mistake. Well at least she would be able to see her Ranchan in the morning after they finished her paperwork and scheduled her therapy sessions.
A little creative storytelling abought her life, and her relationship with her fiancé and she was in. Most of what she had said was true. She had just left out any mention of gender and made sure to include how everything had made her feel. 'Like I'm still that little girl that was left on the side of the road. A castaway that no one wants around. Useless and worthless. . .' Ukyou gritted her teeth and buried her pain trying to concentrated on the positive aspects of her situation.
She was locked in a mental ward with Ranma. She smiled slightly at that thought 'and no other fiancées to interrupt a little quiet time with my Ranma honey.' Who would have guessed that they would separate the wards according to sex here? 'Not me, that's for damn sure.' When you looked at it that way, her father had done her a favor. If not for the paperwork saying she was a guy she could be stuck with Akane right now, instead of being the only female presence near her future husband. A little time alone together without anyone to interfere and he would see that she was the best one for him. She'd never abandon him or make him feel unwanted. He would see she was the only one who really cared.
The only fly in the ointment was a roommate who was surely going to drive her insane. 'Well at least I'm already signed up for therapy. It wouldn't be so bad if he would just stop reading the damn things out loud, but as long as I can be with my Ranma I can put up with anything.'
-----------------Nermia Prefecture, Dr.Opus's Wellness Center -------------- ---
Ward B - Female Side
Ranma grumbled to herself while holding an icepack up to her eye. It wasn't his fault he was stuck on the female side. It's not like he meant for this to happen. All it had taken was one splash of orange juice and suddenly they transferred him. When he tried to explain things they had nodded and taken notes pretending to believe him, and then whoosh, here he was on the female side anyway.
There was only one possible way things could have been worse, so sure enough they had made sure that was done too.
He had actually been looking forward to the mental ward strangely enough. A quiet place where he would be fed and allowed to sleep with no waking up in mid air or by buckets of cold water. No people jumping out at him and yelling 'Ranma Prepare to Die! or Vile Sorcerer release my Love!' or the ever popular 'Get Him!'.
The very concept of being given enough time to relax and let his guard down was so amazing that he had actually fainted. 'I didn't do nothin' girlish like faint. All I did was test them by pretending to faint.' He corrected himself quickly.
He knew that if pops had heard abought it he was in for a lecture that would last from sunup to sundo ... well till he lost his temper and knocked the old man out anyway, or splashed him with some cold water. Once the old man really got going he wouldn't even notice he had changed, and it actually was a little entertaining just nodding along and pretending to listen while he grumped and growled thinking he was talking.
Waking up and finding himself in a bed in a nice quiet room without anything new hurting had been almost unbelievable. He had almost pass ou. ... taken another nap just to see if they were testing him, but a quick search of the room had shown it to be empty of fiancées and rivals. There was even a tray of food next to his bed, and while it wasn't anywhere near Kasumi standards it had been miles above Akane's attempts at poiso ... cooking.
It had actually gotten unnerving after a while. He had started flinching at every noise and glaring at the shadows, positive that someone was going to attack him. It had been hours since someone had tried to kill him. He was definitely overdue. He was sure there was a fist, foot, or glomp with his name on it somewhere close by, just waiting for him to lower his guard.
He had gone up for a fifth serving in the chow line at the cafeteria and no one had complained or attempted to steal his food from him. Things were going too well. He was being allowed to eat in peace and he hadn't been assaulted once since he got here.
The tension level was beginning to get unbearable. Something big must be coming, something really, really, big. The only times it had ever been this quiet had been because the Kamis had been planning something really, truly horrific. He might as well tattoo 'Ranma Satome: Fate's Bitch' on his forehead with the way his life had been going lately.
What would it be this time? A new fiancée? A ca.. feline attacking him? A fiancée who was also a feline attacking him?
It was at that point that a patient walking behind him dropped a fork on the floor.
***************
After a while of observing Ranma twitch the doctors had decided the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was definitely likely, and had one of the orderlies fetch a ladder so Dr.Okamoto could talk him down from the ceiling where he was currently located.
It took 15 minutes and the doctor had to swear on his honor that he wasn't a practitioner of some obscure form of martial arts dealing with ink blots and weird questions. It would have gone quicker, but for some reason Ranma had developed an innate distrust of paunchy bald men who wore glasses.
'I knew I shoudn'ta trusted him. I shoulda listened to my gut. Sure he pretended to be nice and understandin'. He even let me bitch abought my life for a while, but then that nurse guy had to go and spill that juice all over me.' She snorted 'Bet he did it on purpose too. Probably mad cause I called him a nurse guy. How was I suppose to know they ain't called that? It's not like we ever covered any of that junk in school.'
She sighed and waved down one of the nurses, proper female nurses on this side, so they could tell her that her eye was fine and that she could go back to bed.
'Can't believe they stuck me in a room with the Tomboy. What are the odds of that happening?' She reached up and scratched her left boob while walking down the hall and back to her room considerably more relaxed then he had been earlier.
***************
"So Doctor what do you think?" The nurse handed him the chart waiting to hear abought their latest and strangest patient.
"Well according to this she suffers from some very severe problems. Not the least of which is the delusion that she can turn into a guy with the application of hot water, and from the events this night I would say a complete lack of knowledge abought anything remotely dealing with sex. I'm scheduling an appointment with Dr.Mido for tomorrow afternoon. That at least is one problem we can easily fix."
"Mido, Miko? Isn't she the new sex therapist?"
"Yes and I can't think of anyone more qualified to explain the facts of life to her. Plus she practices her family's school of martial arts which should give them something in common. You'd be amazed at how often just having someone practice the same hobby sets people at ease. Almost forgot. Be sure to keep all hot liquids away from Ms.Satome. Dr.Okamoto suggested we try not to reinforce her delusions. That includes the shower in the room by the way. Have it adjusted tonight while she's asleep."
"I'll make a note of it doctor."