Camille let out a soft giggle as she knew that this was young male hormones talking through to Eli.  Finishing up her evaluation, she started to get ready to stitch up Eli back together.  Cleaning him up even more, she started to dress his wound as she heard him finishing up his hopes.  "I would love to go camping.  Being in the outdoors really excites me.  I know that you want to find someone but... I really don't understand what you mean by your... batting and pitching.  I have a feeling of what you mean but... I am not sure.  is that a reference to baseball?"  She asked as she started to sew him up after giving him a local anesthetic to keep him from feeling pain as she did her stitching work.<br/><br/>"I don't think that I will ever dye my hair pink, Mon Ami.  A tattoo is the farthest that I will go though... just as long as I can stay professional.  I already have one so... it is not... how do you Yanks say it... foreign to me?"  She admitted as she finished sewing him up.  "And Merci.  I am glad that you can trust me and think that I am... cool as you say it.  it means a lot to me."  She grabbed her scissors out and cut the thread for the stitches.  "For the first three days, keep your arm in the sling.  Afterwards, be careful how your move your arm.  if you move it too fast, you may break the top of your stitches and... I may have to see you again."  She admitted as she finished up her paperwork.<br/><br/>"You are free to go, Mon Ami.  I will send your mother the bill since... you are a minor.  Adieu!"  She waved as she opened to door to the examination room and let Eli walk out the door.