Usagi shifted nervously.  She really didn't want to be here, but Ami
had bothered her about 'proper medical care' until she gave in.  If she
never used part of her body, why did she need to have it checked. anyway.
Well, almost never used.  Still, you'd think that with the power of the
Mystical Silver Crystal she wouldn't need to do things like this.

        Her doctor entered the examination room and Usagi found herself at
the business end of a disapproving glance.  "Spread them," she said
chidingly.  Usagi shifted her limbs as asked and waited for the touch of
cold metal.  Colder than body temperature, anyway, and metal always seemed
to magnify temperature differences.  The metal touched her, but without the
cold.

        "The other. . ." Usagi began, confused.  The doctor just smiled.

        "I warmed them to prepare for your appointment."

        "But I just filled a cancellation!  I wasn't even in your office
five minutes ago!" Usagi protested.  The doctor only smiled.  Usagi endured
the rest of the exam and once it ended she couldn't change back into her
street clothes fast enough.  "How," Usagi began hesitantly, "how did you
decide to become a specialist like this?"  Her companion smiled.

        "My husband piqued my interest in the field."  Usagi shook her head.

        "Dr. Hitomi, how did your husband get you interested in taking care
of wings?"


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