At first she's sure Sakura's patronizing her, because with her jittery hands there's no way she laid anything in place. But the adjustments made are minimal, and (blotches of pink start to paint her pale face) she even calls the heel section perfect. No touch ups.
She startles at the fond touch from the patient too, spluttering.]
Ghh— w-well, it's not like th-that part was hard! It's not spinal surgery!
[Get a hold of yourself. Say thank you.
...]
Okay, so. [Maybe next time.] You said there were more?
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At first she's sure Sakura's patronizing her, because with her jittery hands there's no way she laid anything in place. But the adjustments made are minimal, and (blotches of pink start to paint her pale face) she even calls the heel section perfect. No touch ups.
She startles at the fond touch from the patient too, spluttering.]
Ghh— w-well, it's not like th-that part was hard! It's not spinal surgery!
[Get a hold of yourself. Say thank you.
...]
Okay, so. [Maybe next time.] You said there were more?