Steve's office door opened and he looked up to see a peculiar couple walking in. Only one was walking though, the other was working as a carrier.
Raymond was carrying Ariel in his arms because she felt too lazy to walk.
"So who's the patient this time?" Steve asked with glazed eyes.
The rate at which they were dropping by at the center was annoyingly frequent and it was all for minor circumstances like a finger cut or a slight headache. Raymond was the one taking Ariel there, of course so he didn't blame her. But he was exaggerating things too much.
It was almost like the center had become 'first-aid'.
"Ariel doesn't have an appetite to eat." Raymond said as he dropped her on the chair.
"Uh-huh. She's holding two bags of chips and eating them so carefreely and you say she doesn't have an appetite?" He asked with a tone filled with disbelief.
