Upon hearing her name, Wynter leapt out of her seat, dashing toward the lady in white close. Staring up at the person who spoke her name, she suddenly began to wonder,

"What are you guys going to do with me?" She asked as her mother came by her side.

"We're just going to check a few things an—" Winry cut off the nurse.

"And everything will be fine."

Wynter looked up at her mom now, nodding rather uneasily, "Okay, but no pointy sticks!" She scowled as she said this. "You aren't going to dig inside of me like they did to Ryan? He's a kid at my school. He tells everybody that he went to the doctors and they stuck a sharp object in him!" Wynter spoke as if it was headline news, and it also made the nurse smile, and Winry chuckle.

"No one's going to do surgery on you, I know that much. You have a pretty name, how old are you?"

"I'm ten!" The little girl spoke proudly, "I'll be eleven soon!"

"Really? Are you excited?"

"Yup! I'll be the oldest in my class!"

"Wow, you really are a big girl. Could you step up on the scale for me?"

Looking at the scale, Wynter observed it before hopping on. The way she adjusted everything amused her. 'What's this thing supposed to do anyway?' She couldn't help but wonder. It was her first time in the hospital after all. Her mother had a homebirth, so she wasn't even born in a hospital. Did that mean she was special? She didn't know. Once the nurse told her that she was done, she simply hopped off the scale and into the room she was lead to.

"I'll be back in a second with Dr. Jamesentown," The woman told them before twirling around and walking off.

"Jamesentown?" Winry blinked with curiosity. "What kind of last name is that?" She asked out loud as Wynter slid into one of the seats. They were the kind that always stuck to your legs no matter what.

"Maybe he's from mars, there's some girls that look like they came from some strange planet!" The blonde girl said enthusiastically.

Winry offered a smirk, "I wouldn't be surprised," After saying this; she idly looks at the posters as the room fell silent. Just by looking at her daughter, from the corner of her eye, she could see that she was bored stiff. This was why Winry didn't want to bring her. The mechanic was rather experienced in this area of expertise. No doubt.

Doctor Jamesentown came in with a frown on his face. He wasn't that bad looking for a doctor. (Of course some people expect bald guys with side hair and a big belly). Just by the look of him, it was easy to tell that he was a humorous guy, and that he found his job rather dull. That was Wynter's guess anyway. "Okay, so what do we have here? Wynter, age 10… Okay." He sat down in the round wheelie chair. "So, what seems to be the problem?" He raised his eyebrows towards Wynter.

"I don't know."

James fought hard to laugh sarcastically and say 'You're kidding right?' and he succeeded.

"She seems to be afraid of, I don't know, guys?" Winry inquired biting her lower lip.

"MoOm!" Wynter said with complaint.

Dr. Jamesentown rose to his feet, walking toward Wynter, who looked rather nervous at his approaching figure. He lifted a hand to touch her, only for her to draw back.

"W-what are y-you doing? Mom!" She called for her mom's help but only for the doctor to chuckle.

"Yeah, it appears she has a Chiraptophobia, " He told them, "She's afraid to be touched by strangers, I suppose."

( I'm actually proud of this chapter! Though I must say, I need more reviews to continue. So, um, how about seven? Great!

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