<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>The Doctor Is </strong></span><span class="bbc_color" style="background-color: white;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Bradley Hand ITC;"><strong> <em>In</em> </strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1pt;">.</span></span></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/archive/6/63/20160218060129!Elliot-scrubs.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Pearl Theodopolous<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Her Office<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 5th September, 15:58<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Hopeful, expectant<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Medical Doctor<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> <em><strong>OPEN</strong></em></span><br/><hr/><br/>Pearl sat at her desk reviewing medical files for some of the students returning from last year, going over the inventory of the various disposables a well equipped doctor's office needed, such as tongue depressors (or ice lolly sticks as she liked to call them) swabs, latex gloves,  and the like, and also checking that she had an adequate supply of prescription forms and the like.<br/><br/>A new year, a new job, a past carefully left behind on the other side of the continent, and everything the Doc could hope for seemed to be coming her way. Never mind the stated philosophy of this school, which she didn't wholly approve of, it paid well and she was going to be allowed to practice in an environment where her favourite type of patient were more likely to be receptive to the sort of examination she enjoyed giving.<br/><br/>She sighed happily, looked at the clock and packed away most of the paperwork. It was time. She smiled happily at herself and opened the door that led into the small waiting room.<br/><br/>"Who's first?"