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[powerofthemoon]

Who ⬤ Yue & Leviathan
What ⬤ A quick consultation
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ Clinic
Content Warnings ⬤ N/A


[ She has met with Doctor Dyer, done a walk through of the modest clinic. Truly, the size of the clinic does not matter to Yue. Her concern is in motivation. So long as they are all aligned on the basic importance of medical care, then they can get along just fine. Anything lacking in the location can be worked on. Yue has a way of getting what she wants.

It's with that confidence that she has set up in one of the clinic's exam rooms with Leviathan. She is... probably the most voluptuous doctor anyone will ever engage with. The jade moon that drifcts at her shoulder twists and turns lazily, sometimes expanding and contracting as though to some internal music that no one else can hear.

Heng Yue settles a tablet in her lap to take her notes. ]

Thank you for you patience while I acquired a location for us. I am Doctor Heng. How can I help you?

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[fibrillate]

[and leviathan, picture of politeness that they are, they're sitting and smiling and looking only at dr. heng's face. it would be extremely funny and extremely inappropriate for them to actually show off the reason they're here without even saying a word; they're capable of some level of decorum.]

Well, doctor, my name is Leviathan Astrape, and first off I want to thank you for taking the time to meet with me. I really appreciate it. [they've got a little nervousness around their edges that's slowly burning off; while they had been settling in, they'd taken a careful look around the room as though this was the first proper doctor's office they'd been in for a while.]

So... I have a heart condition. I've had it for about 15 years now. Basically, I generate electricity inside of my body, and the faster my heart beats the more it builds up. Usually I can manage it without anything being too dangerous, as long as I have a safe way to discharge that electricity. [they don't call attention to it at this point, but the lichtenberg figures around their left eye and the scar running through their iris should be a clear enough indication of what happens when they don't have a safe way to get rid of it.] But since I came here, it's gotten a lot harder to actually manage that. It feels like it's building up faster than I can get rid of it, like there's... some kind of resistor on the entire system.

[powerofthemoon]

[ Her nails, tick-tick-tack as she takes down this information. Then she adjusts her tinted lenses and looks back at them with earnest attention. ]

I see.

[ She sits back in her chair. She thinks about Donar: the man blessed by Thor. Having his file in front of her would be much more useful, but she has a memory like a bear trap as well. Still, before she suggests anything: ]

First, we should get your vitals over the course of the next week. This is routine observation of your heart function, so I have a baseline for you.

[fibrillate]

The next week...?

[that obviously makes sense, but they're thinking about the things happening within hell right now that they may want to attend. they're thinking about one person who makes their heart do funny things, as well, in ways that their heart absolutely shouldn't be doing—not over someone they've known for a handful of weeks at best. still. the doctor does know best, right?]

I can do that. I'd have to wear a monitor, right? Should I avoid any strenuous activity, or is it... okay if I can explain what was happening? [midway through the sentence, they felt their face get a little warm, but they tried very hard to ignore that.]

[powerofthemoon]

A monitor, yes. Go about your normal life, and keep a small journal of when you are feeling elevated.

[ She taps her nails on the screen of her tablet. ]

After that, we can see if perhaps an external conductor would help to stabilize your current.

[fibrillate]

[they nod, knowing at least that they can take care of keeping track of things. (smash cut to a nebulous point in the future where they have to document "kissed someone i met a week ago on a rooftop".) it shouldn't be so hard.]

An external conductor? Like a pacemaker? [they tilt their head. it's very possible that they're missing something here; for someone whose actual life depends on what is effectively biological circuitry, they don't really know electrical engineering as well as they could.] That would probably be easier than a mechanical replacement like my father wanted to get for me. I wouldn't want to put any of you in danger with open heart surgery, after all.