Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Prom last night had been fun (and she still had two more to go to!), and so, Ino was in a totally brilliant mood even with having to head to work. Besides, work was mostly her studying while keeping an eye on the front desk. That was totally doable.

She curled up in the chair, humming to herself, and settling in for another ordinary day spent studying medicine.

Totally ordinary day, yeah. So she thought.

Seven year old Ino had woken up at a ridiculous hour, duly spent a good bit of time admiring the plants everywhere in her room, and found a calendar that told her she was supposed to be at the clinic today. Which is why she’d wound up there. The nurses weren’t impressed when she crashed into the place with a very loud ‘Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii!’ and, if she’d been paying attention, Ino might’ve caught the mutter of ‘oh no, not again’ from one of them.

And now the nurses were determined to get her to leave. Ino, in typical stubborn fashion, didn’t want to go.

“But I’m supposed to be here!” she protested, glancing up at the nurse who was most determined to keep ‘kids out of the clinic when they weren’t hurt’. “It said so on the calendar! I have an appointment and Dad says you’ve got to keep your appointments!”

Apparently that didn’t matter. She put up a bit more of a fuss, until one of them gave her a lollipop, and while she was trying to get the plastic off it, was summarily shown out the door. Ino sulked at the door. For a few seconds.

“Fine,” she said, stomping her foot and throwing the plastic at the closed door. “I don’t want to be here anyway! I’m going to tell Dad on you!” Eventually. Somehow. Licking the lollipop, she darted off.

There had to be something more fun for her to do! Stupid clinic!

Ino had the radio turned up, a little louder than she normally did while at work, and was slumped in her usual chair, legs over one of the arms, back resting in a position that was comfortable only because she’d had the thought to stuff a small pillow behind her for support. Her feet kicked at the air idly as she read and hummed along to the music.

All in all, it was very much business as usual, and Ino was quite fine with that.

It was a very tired, but very smug Ino who was curled up in the chair behind the desk today. Ichigo, who was still a fox, was all but radiating irritation at her. She shrugged, unconcerned, and checked to make sure everything paperwork-wise in the clinic was fine, before settling in to study.

And stifling yawns. She was determined, however, to not fall asleep while at work.

Ino had a million and one things she could be working on while at the clinic. She was, for the most part though, just staring at the entrance with deliberate thoughtfulness. And trying not to sigh. She didn’t need loads more things to have to consider and fret about right now.

If anyone asked, she was practicing her mental walls.

She kept yawning and while her textbook was open, and she was taking notes, Ino had to admit to herself that, seriously, she wasn’t retaining very much at all. Too tired.

And when the nurses asked about her date with Ichigo and if he’d be in today, Ino just tugged at her hair and rolled her eyes before chasing them off. How was she supposed to know? Geez. She wasn’t his keeper.

Ino was, it must be said, of the opinion that the evening would be much more interesting than her shift at the clinic. After all, sleepover parties generally were more fun and there was no way she was planning on missing it.

For now though, she was curled up behind the desk and studying intently. And wondering if she could get in some extra practice on sand walking before the party that night.