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Hello everyone. I hate to be a bother, but I believe something odd is, once again, happening throughout Wonderland. If you wouldn't mind, could you all come to the clinic so I can examine you? Even if you believe you're not affected, I'd still like to see you and give you a check-up. It would be nice to have some company.

[Well now, that's unusually straightforward of her. Maybe you should head to the clinic. And not question why the door is open only halfway.]

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I've been meaning to come back into the clinic anyway. Have to come back to work sooner or later, right?

Can I grab you anything from the dining room on the way in?

No thank you. I have everything I need right here. Please, take your time. I would love for us to work together.

I'll be there in about fifteen minutes.

[And true to her word, Maxine steps into the clinic around that time, a mug of coffee from the dining room in her hand. Whatever's going on, it's nice not to be so nervy and uncertain about going back to a workplace where she won't remember anyone who remembers her, and she calls out calmly.]

Hello?

I'm sorry.

[That's all the warning that Maxine gets before Mikan rushes from behind the door, wielding a metal bat, and trying to smack her in the face as hard as she can.]

you even certified to do that stuff?

[Look, he doesn't know. Do people even need degrees to practice any kind of medicine in Wonderland?]

I'm a Super High School Level Nurse. It means that back home, I am the most qualified out of all the nurses in the country.

[One of the few good things about life in the zombie apocalypse is that your reflexes never really have a chance to get rusty. Still, the girl rushes in out of her blind spot, with a weapon, and without the extra burst of fear Maxine barely manages to take some of the bat's swing with a forearm thrown in its path. It gives with a sickly crunch and she still takes a blow to the head that sends her staggering, world speckling uneven black for a few lurching seconds.]

[Still, it does what Mikan wants, and there's a scary smile on her face, and she swings again, aiming for the same spot.]

Hee... Heehee... You need to lay down so I can properly examine you... It's likely you've got a broken bone, and could be suffering from a concussion... Heeheeheehee....

super high school level-- what?

There is a special school called Hope's Peak Academy. It only enlists the best of the best in every field, so they can make their talents better, and the world better. Super High School Level means they are the ultimate at what they do. I was accepted because of my superior nursing abilities.

I understand if you don't trust me, but I just want to help. I'm so worried about everyone here.

[Maxine's never been in this kind of danger and been unafraid. It's strange, sharp but clear, sterile. She could die like this. Right here. Right now.

Her arms stay tight over her head, and she kicks out at the girl's legs, grimacing with the pain of another impact that crunches down to bone. She has to knock her down. She has to get out of here.]

[For one reason or another, Mikan hadn't been expecting her patients to fight back. As a result, the kick lands, and Mikan yelps as she stumbles backwards, dropping the bat.]

Heeeeh...! Stop it! You have to go lay down! I have to... heal you! GO LAY DOWN!

[It's a while before Nageki sees the text. He's never paid much attention to the phone.

When he does see it, he immediately heads on over without sending a message back. The clinic isn't far away.]

Miss Tsumiki?

[There's a significant pause. Hiding behind the door, holding a sharp knife, she slowly speaks out loud.]

Ah, that's... Nageki, isn't it...?

Yes. [He looks around the direction of her voice until he finds her.] ...!

[The last doctor he saw holding a knife tried to kill one of his friends. With the way she's hiding behind the door, he can't help but be suspicious.]

...

[She bites her lip, thinking this over. Even if he talks and thinks like a human, he's not. She can't possibly heal him, so she lowers the knife.]

Hm... well... Nageki... you don't need a check-up. Not from me, no, not at all.

[He doesn't move an inch.]

Why...? [Are you holding a knife? Are you hiding behind the door? He doesn't know which question he wants to ask. His words catch in his beak.]

I'm sorry, Nageki, I'm very b-busy today... Very very busy...

[She moves from the door, and goes to put the knife down on a table - where other weapons are lined up. A metal bat, a syringe, a taser, etc.]

[The sight of the other weapons jolts him out of his shock. He steps in the room and looks at the nearest bed. He's frightened of what he might see there but, at the same time, he can't keep himself from looking.

Would Mikan really kill someone? He can't think of any other reason she'd ask people to visit the clinic and then hide near the entrance with a weapon like that.]

[Mikan slowly tilts her head back at him, watching him. Oh, he's still here?]

Is something wrong, Nageki...? I can't help you. No. Not at all. I can't help you. But I'll be helping a lot of people today. I'm sure of that... Heeheeheehee... Don't you worry.

Someone attacked me with pepper spray. I need you to fix it.

[He's still in a lot of pain, but he has things that need doing. Fast.]

but you're just a kid, right? like me?

[An angry Maxine would grit words at her through the fog of pain, would dive at the bat, would fight back. If Maxine was angry right now, she would want nothing more than to stop the person who had tried to take her down, who had used a clinic as a trap.

Now, Maxine knows that she can't help anyone unless she stays alive. So she lurches up against a world that's pitching drunkenly as a ship on stormy seas, stumbling for the door, arm screaming pain and splinted tight to her side.]

OF COURSE, MIKAN!! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL BE WITH YOU MOMENTARILY!!

[ he's never really had a check-up before. Besides, it's been a while since he last saw Mikan... ]

Uuuu... yes... sedated! She needs to be sedated! Then I can help her...

[She runs to a table,grabbing one of many syringes she had prepared.]

Heeheeheeheeeeeeee.... This will be fun for us both... It'll make you feel so good!

[She then leaves the clinic door, but my oh my, where is her patient? Has she hidden herself away?]

... Where did you go? ... I need to heal youuu....

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