[b]'John'[/b]
[u]Free Clinic[/u]

[I]"How have you been John?"[/i]

John chuckled wryly at this, the tone of voice she had was one of somebody quite jaded...not much for the doctor ideal, but she had the ideal doctor skills. With a faux gasp and shocked expression, he ran a hand through his hair and looked at her 'sadly', "Don't tell me you didn't miss me, doc! I've been thinkin' of you, doc, since my last visit...thinking of you, late into the dark, lonely nights..." This was laughable, since he was either working at night, or out of his mind on drugs at that point. John wouldn't have even thought of this woman much, if she weren't one of the apparent head-honchos of this establishment, if he didn't have an appointment with her...

Glancing up and down her legs for a moment, he almost lost face, before looking away at a wall chart in a more obvious and genuine boredom, "It's true what they say...people with cash have nicer legs..." There was a silence that fell over him briefly, before he clapped his hands together, and rubbed them audibly. "So, where's dat test results papers? I need the good news to rub inna people's faces."