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Sure.

[Cameron smiles politely and leads the way back to the empty exam room, shutting the door behind them.]

I'm Dr. Cameron. What can I do for you today?

[Oh. Oh ho ho. Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events. Of whatever number of doctors this clinic has, Angela has to get Cameron for her appointment. The Cameron. The same Cameron that Robert told Angela he had a one time fling with. Not that Angela cares about it, to be honest. She and Robert are completely casual friends with casual benefits and even if they were more serious, his past is his past.]

Oh, it's you. Hi, honey! How are you doing?

[Angela quickly size her from head to toe as she hops up onto the examination table, taking in Cameron's appearance. Cute. Slim. Tidy looking. Definitely getting the uptight vibe from her, but nothing too bad. Either way, Robert has good taste. Angela'd hit that.]

I need the pill.

[Cameron smiles a bit more warmly at that, some of her formality melting away.]

I'm fine. It's nice to meet you in person...

[She flips idly through the papers- mostly just xeroxes of near-empty forms, of course; too bad the Deities can't be bothered to bring everyone's info along when they kidnap people. Cameron glances up at Angela's announcement of the reason for her visit. Well, there's something to be said for getting straight to the point.]

That shouldn't be too much of a problem. Were you on it at home?

No, but there's a first time for everything.

[No need to beat around the bush, really. It's still her lunch hour, after all.]

I'm glad it's you today. I almost thought I would get stuck with House again and I don't need another reason for him to brand me a lady of the night.

[She shakes her head a bit, smiling. That is more or less the typical House experience. Well, assuming you have a House experience, and he doesn't just find some way to avoid clinic duty all together. In some ways, maybe waiting forever in an empty room is more of a typical experience.]

If it's any consolation, he'd say it even if you were in for a cold. Right. Are you on any other medications? Herbal supplements count, too, in this case.

He'll probably say I got it from servicing a strange man a dark alley between buildings four and five.

[Yeah, Angela really does not like House. Surprise? How could anybody not be able to tell by the pissed-off and disgusted expressions that line her face whenever his name is mentioned.]

Multi-vitamins. I'd say coffee too if I could get it in an IV.

He might.

[That's pure agreement and nothing more-- she's done enough explaining-- not quite apologizing-- on the older doctor's behalf. Cameron, on the other hand, does not hate clinic duty, and has no reason not to make this easy on Angela. Well, she could probably think up some uncharitable thoughts if she wanted to-- but that isn't really her inclination. She grabs a blood pressure cuff, and gestures to Angela's arm.]

Roll up your sleeve... Do you smoke?

[Angela does what's asked of her, opting to pull off her sweater entirely instead of just the sleeve. That tanktop she work to work has come in handy.]

No. I drink, though. That's the next question.

[She won't make this hard on Cameron, but she won't change her personality either.]

How much?

[She fastens the cuff and starts inflating it.]

Unless you drink heavily, it shouldn't be a problem.

[The cuff is taut, and Cameron puts on her stethoscope, bending to listen as the cuff deflates.]

Wine with dinner, a couple of drinks at a night club, a beer every so often.

[If Cameron had asked about Angela's drinking habits during her college days... well, Angela's still shocked that her liver hasn't up and staged a coup against her for all those years of abuse, with the rest of her organs for backup.

Angela quietly watches the other woman take her blood pressure, wincing the slightest bit at the tightness of the cuff. It may look like she's staring at Cameron, but she's just taking in the doctor's facial features little by little and not any of the ones down below. Angela's better than that.]

You're really pretty, Allison. Cameron. Doctor Cameron?

[Considering that they met in a more casual setting first, she's not sure what name to use for Cameron.]

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That's fine.

[She smiles a little at the compliment, but it's a subdued reaction. Cameron is not entirely comfortable with being pretty. Not because it's a patient saying it, or even because it's another woman, but because she's always been a bit paranoid of being dismissed as merely a pretty face. And vanity is a luxury she tries to deny herself.]

Cameron is fine, or Allison if you prefer.

[She straightens, still smiling, and turns back to the countertop to make a few notations on the chart. Neatly bringing things back to Angela, without being overly rude-- it's a practiced maneuver.]

All right... unless you have any other conditions you didn't mention, I don't see a problem writing your scrip.

Usually, people say thank you.

[The words are meant to be not as sharp as they sound, but Angela means them regardless. She's not trying to hit on Cameron (because even if Angela was, Robert would have some comment about that and Lord knows, Angela is not interested in hearing his mouth) and she's not trying to make the woman uncomfortable. She's just calling it how she sees it. People forget that as as an artist, Angela sees beauty in every person and every object around her and barring losing her voice, she's going to comment on that.

Sometimes, a compliment is just a compliment. Issues or none.]

None, other than that bug plague a couple weeks ago, but I think I'm pretty much recovered other than still being tired a lot, but that might just be the new job telling me I got lazy here.

[She arches an eyebrow slightly at that. Cameron didn't think she'd been rude, certainly not to the point of being chided. By a patient, too, which was not a normal part of the exam. She's not inclined to apologize for her own behavior either. Well, it's something to make a note of. So much for taking compliments gracefully, Cameron.]

Could be. It doesn't sound serious, but come back in if it doesn't get better soon...

[She ticks off another notation on the chart, and leans against the counter to make out the prescription.]

Adverse reactions to the pill are pretty rare, but if anything comes up, we have a few other options we can try.

[Well, excuse Angela for attempting to be nice. See if you ever get another compliment from her, Cameron.

And coming back to the clinic might not be done when she has a friendly doctor living right next door. He'll check Angela out in exchange for smoochies from the dog. Or maybe not. He'll probably do it for dinner and/or other lovely prizes.]

Like what?

[Please don't say the shot. Please don't say the shot. Angela has a thing against needles-- they don't like her and she doesn't like them. If she can avoid them at all costs, fine with her.]

[What can she say, sometimes trying to be professional backfires. She does feel a little bad. She might feel a little less bad if she knew about those doorprizes. Rare as the evidence is, Cameron is human, after all.]

A different combination of hormones, to start with. Though there are also implants, the patch... the Nuva Ring, Depo-Provera injections. A few other options.

[She shrugs lightly.]

But as long as you use the pill correctly-- take it at the same time, every day-- most women don't have any issues with it.

[Well, knowing what Robert told Angela about her having zero interest in him, Angela wouldn't even expect Cameron to have any sort of emotion towards it.]

No injections. Hell no. I'll go for celibacy first.

[Yeah, like that'll ever happen. The slim odds of Angela sticking to a promise like that is why she's here in the first place. No self control, no celibacy.]

So that's it? I can go and spend the rest of my lunch hour finding something close to edible in the cafeteria?

[Chase has the unfortunate advantage of not knowing how disastrously their non-romance ended. And with it, the advantage of not realizing quite how crazy she is, when it comes to that.]

No shots, then, even if the pills don't work.

[She smiles reassuringly.]

You're good to go.

Awesome.

[Angela slides off the table with enough force to make the paper protective liner crinkle loudly. She tugs on her sweater before stepping over next to Cameron, grinning, one hand on her hip and the other outstretched for the prescription.]

See you around?

[She's gotten off on worse feet with other people. No need to be nasty to the doctor in the future.]

[She hands it over with an answering smile. Well, maybe things aren't hopeless.]

Definitely. And if anything comes up, just let me know.

Sure thing.

[The slip of paper is stashed into her pants pocket and she's out the door with a wave.

A beat passes before Angela sticks her head back into the room to leave Cameron some parting words.]

Oh, by the way, punch House for me.

[She looks up at that, and laughs.]

I'll try to remember.

[House is potentially the only employer who wouldn't automatically fire her for it, after all.]

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