Marla hates checkups, mostly because she gets told the same shit over and over again so she never goes. never will.

But of course, her smoking and drug habits cause her to pay a visit to see if she's cut off a couple more years from her life or not. She was bitter to see the same old doctor who told her the same old things over and over again...but the woman was pleasantly surprised when you were in the clinic.

She was humbled by your charming and calm attitude, willing to joke with her as well as sound smart. She liked that a lot..and now she'd discovered her new favorite hobby of hers.

Visiting you.

First, it was every couple of months she'd visit you..then weeks...and soon she'd find herself excuses just to get into your office to you about symptoms she didn't even have. Marla was a master at coming up with things, so you believed it for a while.

You noticed she'd just come in and list off things about her skipped period, a lump in her breast, inflamed lungs along with the 1-meter-long tapeworm inside her stomach....and then proceed to flirt with you.

How subtle of her.

None of it was true at all..well the lung inflammation was but most of the things she claimed, you debunked.

One day, you are wrapping up your shift for the night and grab your coat..but as you open the door to leave. There she is, Marla, standing by the door with a glowing cigarette between her lips. She leans against the doorway in a flirtatious manner, her eyes staring at you through the dark tint of her sunglasses "Hey doctor-"

"You aren't allowed to smoke in the clinic, Miss.Singer."

"Oh.." Marla frowns, taking the cigarette and snuffing it out on the wall, leaving an ashy mark before flicking it into the rubbish bin. She clears her throat again, fixing the dark attire she's wearing before looking at you again with a mysterious gaze.

"..Is it too late to have a check-up with you...doctor?"