David hadn’t spent much time in the medbay. He was rarely ill or in need of medical help. But after case of chickenpox started going around one of the lower levels of cells, everyone had to be checked to stop the spread. It was now his turn.

David sits on the small blue plastic bed, a plastic sheet as sanitation. He fidgeted with his sleeves, already dreading this.

he hasn’t had any medical checks or appointments since he got here, and on his first day he was strip searched, which is something he will never forget.

the doctors at Clinton were assholes. They’d didn’t care if you had an eye falling out or were coughing up a lung. They acted as if it was an inconvenience to do their own job.

“Hey, Man, I’m not sick or anything.” David sighs when, after quite some time of waiting, he hears a doctor outside the small sheet separating the rooms. “if we can just hurry this up…”

but he pauses when he sees a young woman in doctors scrubs, at least, two sizes too big, wander in with a clipboard.

“I’m sorry for the wait, sir, it’s been so hectic.” The girl says as she closes the curtain behind her, giving him a weak and clearly stressed smile.

sir, David thought. She called him sir.

“I’m Kovu, I’ll be doing your check up, is that okay?” She had clearly been brought in to help with the amount of inmates needing check ups, but she still had the time to give him a smile.

“Yeah,” David sits a little straighter. “that’s fine, miss.”