Jay had no idea why he thought that it would be a good idea in the first place, and as he walked down the hall back toward the room where he had been examining Amber, he was also questioning why he was continuing to go through with this despite having just thought to himself that it was a bad idea. There was no way there it could bring anything but trouble, right? Whatever kind of idiot he had turned into when he had hatched this half-baked plan needed to be burnt at the stake.

Jay cringed at the idea of burning. Maybe that wasn't the best analogy to use when he was heading back toward what was probably going to be a very upset fire type. Why the hell had he locked her in the room to begin with? What kind of nut house was he running where he felt the need to keep his patients locked up? Not onlu was it incredibly painfully unethical, it was also just plain rude, and could cause a panic attack in more people than he would like to think.

Then add on the fact that he had been gone for almost ten minutes without having given a reason for why he would be gone for so long. He had dodged out of an sexually tense situation with a vague medical concern that theoretically would need his immediate and express attention, and then seemingly completely neglected that for the next far too long. Anyone with half a brain could tell that any of the medical coverup for his sudden dodgeout was nothing but a ruse.

And then there was his plan to explain it all away…

He glanced uneasily at what he held in his posession, using both hands to make sure that it stayed properly folded and unwrinkled. He had gone rifling through some of his sister's things, finding a few things that he had hoped would be able to excuse his behavior. The first part of the plan was to give Amber some real clothes to wear, so that she wouldn't have to remain in a hospital gown forever but she also wouldn't sweat to death in the clothes that she had been wearing to remain incognito.

The second part of the plan, well…

Jay looked up again, only to see that he had run out of time to prolong the inevitable. He had reached the exam room that Amber was in, and he took a deep breath, holding it in as he dug into his pocket for his key, and then let it out. He stuck the key into the lock and swallowed nervously, turning it to the side and letting the tumblers move to unlock the door. He winced as he turned the knob, opening the door slowly, half expecting to be engulfed in flames by a raging Growlithe anthro as soon as the door had cracked enough for a flamethrower to be shot through.

But there was no such onslaught. In fact, there wasn't even a sound from inside the room as he opened it up, walking inside after a brief moment of surprise at the fact that she didn't so much as address him when he returned. Instead, he was the first one to speak up. "Sorry to run out on you like that, I thought that I would try to find something to make you a bit more comfortable," he greeted her uneasily, looking up to find her sitting casually on the exam table, with her body turned to the side so she wasn't facing him but also didn't have her back to him. It appeared that she had gotten so hot that she had changed out of the sweatgear and boots she'd had on and was now wearing one of the hospital gowns that could be found in the room.

Amber glanced over at him, and by the look on her face she wasn't anywhere near as upset as he had anticipated. In fact, it didn't seem to phase her at all that he had just suddenly run out on her, locked her in the room whe was in like some kind of criminal, and had been gone for an extended period of time. If anything, she just looked bored. "Oh, hey, you're back," she said rather unenthusiastically, then turned her head to face forward once more, where she was no longer looking in his direction.

Jay frowned, closing the door behind him. "Uh, yeah." The fact that she was acting normal was even more strange than if she had been completely berserk. "Well, like I said, I brought you some clothes, so that you won't have to wear that wedding gown any more." He watched Amber's ear twitch and realized the mistake that he had made. "Medical gown, that is," he corercted himself, suddenly visualizing the fire type in a wedding dress instead, with long, flowing white silk…

Amber looked over at him again, a little more interested this time. "Oh yeah? What did you bring me?" She looked at the neatly folded bundle in his hands, as though trying to determine what it was even as he walked into the room. A thought popped into her head and she developed a glare. "How do you expect to know my size? You think that just by feeling me up you can know what would fit me?"

Jay's face paled and then reddened as he walked over to the table, setting down the two articles of clothing on the exam table, and then leaned against it on the opposite end of it as her. "Well, uh, we don't really have a huge library of clothes, but, I just went rifling through some of my sister's stuff and found some things that I thought might fit you. It was kind of a shot in the dark sort of thing," he admitted to her, with a small shrug of his shoulders. You two appeared to be the same size, I would have to guess, so I figured I might as well see if I was right."

Amber's nose wrinkled in disgust. "You just went through your sister's belongings like that? Trying to match the dimensions of her body to some other girl that you just met? That's really weird, and kind of creepy, doctor," she sneered in his drection. "Did you grab a braand some of her panties too?"

Again Jay was humiliated, and he looked down at the floor. Admittedly he had considered something like that, but it didn't take more than a fraction of a second for him to decide that getting another girl some of his sister's underclothes was way too weird and not at all somethingt hat he should be doing. Honestly, he doubted they would be the same exact size anyway, and it would be even creepier if he had thought they were and it turned out to be true.

"No, I didn't bother with that exactly because I thought it would be weird," he muttered in response to her as she picked up what he had brought her. "I just grabbed some things that I was guessing you could wear, even if they weren't exactly your size. This is really all I could find, so can you just tell me if it fits or if I need to find something else?" He asked her harshly, the speed of his voice picking up as he tried to get it out quickly. "It would be wrong for me to expect you to stick around and have your ass hanging out of a medical gown all day long," he summed up.

Amber frowned at that as she examined further what he had brought her: the first was a cream colored sweater, the second of which being a plain black skirt. Judging by the looks of them and the fabric types, the sweater was supposed to be loose and comfortable, and the skirt was designed to hug one's curves. The two actually wouldn't go too badly together, and she was surprised to see that he had at the very least picked out a somewhat functioning outfit for her. "What do you mean by all day long? I thought that you were trying to get rid of me?"

Jay wetted his lips with his tongue, turning his head to the side away from her. This was the second part of his plan, and this part as well he didn't expect to go too terribly smoothly. "Well, if you're just in from another region, I'm guessing that you don't have anywhere to stay. And you're also clearly unsatisfied with your care, but I can't think of anything further I can do for you before I send you on your way. Because of that, I have resolved to keep you under my watch until I can be completely certain of my diagnosis. You're going to have to stay here for the forseeable future. There are a few rooms that I can rent out to you, and your accomodations will be free of charge as long as you can agree to a few terms for me." He looked over at her, and she was just looking back at him while holding onto the two articles of clothing, one in each hand. "Well, try them on, will ya'?"

Amber looked him over for a few seconds and then sighed, hopping off of the table. "Fine, just…Turn around, and don't look. If you try to peek, I promise you that I'll be the last thing you ever see," she grumbled ominously. Jay stared at her for another few seconds before sighing and turning in the opposite direction. With that, Amber stripped off the medical gown, dropping it at her feet. Her face flushed as she bent down to pick it up, standing totally naked behind the back of the doctor, and put the gown back on the exam table. She studied him from behind for a second, making sure that he wasn't going to turn around, and then grabbed the sweater that he had picked out for her.

Pulling it over her head and then down along her body, she frowned in confusion as it fell completely down her, and she paled at the idea of how big his sister must be in order for the sweater's head hole to completely engulf her entire body. It then occurred to her that she was stretching the material a bit, and she realized that the sweater was supposed to be worn below the shoulder on either side. She fixed it so that she was wearing it properly, and her nose wrinkled as she looked down. There was a lot of cleavage on display, an uncomfortable amount due to how low it sat on her shoulders, and she resolved to wear it with one shoulder up and the other down. It made an uneven u shape with the neckline, where one side went quite a bit lower than the other, but less skin was bared as a whole because of it. The material was nice and soft, and it was actually pretty comfortable.

She grabbed the skirt next, bending down and stepping into it, pulling it slowly up along her body. It was a little more snug than she would have liked, probably a result of her being a bit more curvaceous than the doctor's sister was, and it clung tightly to every inch of her body. The only plus was that with a skirt she had her tail free and didn't have to stuff it in her pant leg or something, so she couldn't really complain in that regard. As she looked down, she decided that all in all, he could have done much worse. It wasn't a perfect fit, but it would certainly do a lot better than the sweatgear that she had shown up in.

She stood where she was, smoothing out her skirt for a few seconds, before just looking down at herself. There was no mirror in the room, so doing this was the best method she had for seeing how she looked in these second-hand clothes. Having recognized that there was no longer any movement going on behind him, Jay hesitantly checked over his shoulder, seeing that she was fully clothed, and then fully turned himself to admire her. "It looks pretty good on you, actually," he said, nodding to himself, and then looking up to find her face and see what she thought.

Her expression said it all before she could get a word out: "I'm not your dressup doll; I don't need your approval," she said indignantly, folding her arms over her chest. "And for the record, when you're dressing yourself as a person with fur, you typically want to match the fur's color to the color scheme of the clothes. Clearly that escaped you when you were digging through your sister's things," she muttered, a tint of aggression in her tone.

"Yeah, well, obviously I haven't had that kind of experience before," Jay retorted, unphased, moving to the wheeled chair that she had been so infatuated by previously, allowing her to return to the exam table, which she did without making eye contact with him. "Now, on to the terms that I mentioned previously." Amber's eyes flicked to him, then found the floor again. She was being just as impersonal with him as any other girl that Jay had ever spoken to in a casual setting, which strangely enough made Jay a bit more comfortable with the situation and actually made it easier for him to talk to her.

"You mentioned that you were in from Kanto, and that people here haven't been treating you very properly, right?" A nod. Eyes were still on the floor. Jay frowned at that, a bit puzzled. She had been all over him previously, and would have all but forced herself on him if she were given the opportunity. So why was she being so cold now? Even before she had been so…sexually forward with him, she was at least polite. But, thinking again, that was only temporary as well, along with the temperament she had shown when she had leapt onto his chair and commandeered it. Was she bipolar or something, or was this just a side affect of her heat?

"Well," the nurse continued, folding his arms over his chest as he thought to himself. "I can guarantee you that you had a bad experience that isn't indicative of a pattern across our region. Who knows, maybe this quiet little area is full of racists, and the rest of the region is incredibly accepting of your kind." He looked to her, and she was clearly unconvinced. He shrugged. "Just a theory. Either way, I'd like to make sure that you're treated right wherever you go, so I'm going to do some research and find out. But that's going to take some time, of course," he said contemplatively, scratching at his chin. "And in the meantime, I'd like to keep you around to study you." She looked up at that, obviously offended. Jay smiled uncomfortably, not really sure how to rephrase it to make it a bit more polite. "The fact of the matter is, there is very little known about anthropomorphic peoples. Even from the limited searching that I have done since you arrived I can tell that even in Kanto, there's little scholarly documentation about you. I don't want to be rude, but as a medical professional, you fascinate me." A bit of a pause. "It's not like you have anywhere else to go anyway, right?" A hopeful smile.

Amber examined him carefully, thinking over his proposition. He brought up some decent points, but could she actually see herself spending an extended period of time with this guy? She didn't owe him anything, after all; he didn't mention anything about charging her for her consultation. She could walk out at that moment if she wanted to. So why was she considering his proposal seriously?

"What do you say, Miss Amber?"

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