The doctor scribbles some final notes onto my medical report as I finish buttoning up my uniform again. She hasn"t asked about any traces of alcohol, which must mean that the dragon wine has either worn off, or she"s dismissed it as some past-its-best fruit like Cobalt suggested they would.
"Here you go, Recruit Mason. You"re to hand this in before you"re dismissed for the evening," the doctor says, handing me the sheet of paper from her clipboard.
"Thank you." I scan the page quickly, surprised to see they"ve done a complete check, including for pregnancy. Is that standard?
It isn"t worth thinking about too hard. I don"t need a test to be sure I"m not pregnant. Everything else makes it seem as if I"m in good health, but I don"t have anything to base that on. Until I came here, I had no
