[color=00a99d][b][u][center][h3]Dorian Lost[/h3][/center][/u][/b]
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When Dorian saw Meredith appear with a horde of students in tow, he had to take a deep breath to prepare himself. He was already starting to shrink into himself, as if that would save him from this encounter.

He [i]hated[/i] dealing with Meredith. God, why couldn't there be any [i]normal[/i] faculty members? And the worst thing was that he and Meredith always ended up working together, because she was a biology teacher and he was the school nurse.

Briefly, he imagined how much better his life would be if Meredith had decided to become an English teacher instead. That train of thought had to be abandoned fairly quickly, however, because as soon as she saw him, Meredith made a beeline for him. Well, fuck. He didn't swear too much --after all, he [i]did[/i] work with children-- but... Fuck.

[color=f7941d]"Heya there Dorian!"[/color] said Meredith. [color=f7941d]"How are the injured students doing?"[/color]

[color=00a99d]"They're doing fine," [/color]he snapped, prickly as always. [color=00a99d]"No thanks to [i]you,[/i] you psycho. What the hell was up with stopping the train? You should have known that students were going to get hurt! Didn't you think that actually, you know, going to the compartment to break up the fight would have been better? You'd probably have ended up scaring them into submission anyway!"[/color]

He took a deep breath to calm himself. Talking to Meredith always got him agitated… but to be fair, talking to pretty much anyone was enough to get him agitated. When they heard he was a nurse, people always expected Dorian to have good bedside manner.

Haha. Yeah, right. As if.

Dorian wasn't [i]that[/i] kind of nurse. He didn't pamper people, okay? In fact, in terms of bedside manner, Dorian was more like the nurse they called in to get the patient who was frantically trying to protest his upcoming enema to sit down, shut up, and take it like a man.

He sighed. [color=00a99d]"Whatever. Never mind. Give me a second."[/color]

The health and safety speech, right. He'd better give it before the Vice President showed up. To be honest, though, there wasn't much to say except--

[color=00a99d]"Right!" [/color]hollered Dorian. He'd gotten used to speaking loudly and forcefully: it was hard to get the attention of a small horde of teenagers otherwise. [color=00a99d]"Pay attention, kids, 'cause you aren't hearing this again until next year. Some of you might know me as Anaesthesia-- yeah, don't call me that. I'm not a superhero anymore, okay? My name is Dorian Lost, and I'm your school nurse. You can call me 'Mr. Dorian' or 'sir', and nothing else. Got that? Great. Now, my office is on the second floor of the main school building, so that's where you go if you need to be patched up. Do [i]not[/i] cause grievous bodily harm to your fellow students, or you'll be the one who pays for their medical bills."[/color]

The thought made him wince. It wasn't like this speech actually stopped anyone from 'causing grievous bodily harm', ever. But he tried every time.

[color=00a99d]"If you or a friend is injured in any way, [i]please[/i] come to my office to get teacher supervision before you attempt to heal yourself. We've all seen what happens when healing powers go wrong. Anyway, that's all, get back to talking or whatever it is you munchkins like doing."[/color]

Well, that was him done. Now all that was left was for Vice President Nina to show up, and then he'd be free to his office.