[ They're both relieved when the doctor enters, Prompto grateful to have something like a face wound to distract him from the way he can still feel the lingering warmth of her fingers on his cheek. This is a really bad time to...be going through this. Especially as the doctor checks his vitals and remarks on Prompto's unusually high heartrate.
He chalks it up to nerves.
But it's not a long visit. The doctor swabs at Prompto's cut to disinfect it and gives it a simple bandage to heal, but it's not so bad as to need stitches, fortunately. There's also no sign of a concussion, shockingly enough, and satisfied with the state of him, the doctor sets them free.
He's uncharacteristically quiet as they start towards the exit. It's pretty late now, and he feels bad this is how she ended up spending her evening, but...
Hopefully she can still look him in the eye after this.
Finally, he speaks up, glancing at her cursorily and knitting his hands together. ]
Hey, uh...I...thanks. For sticking with me. I've always been a little jumpy around doctors.
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He chalks it up to nerves.
But it's not a long visit. The doctor swabs at Prompto's cut to disinfect it and gives it a simple bandage to heal, but it's not so bad as to need stitches, fortunately. There's also no sign of a concussion, shockingly enough, and satisfied with the state of him, the doctor sets them free.
He's uncharacteristically quiet as they start towards the exit. It's pretty late now, and he feels bad this is how she ended up spending her evening, but...
Hopefully she can still look him in the eye after this.
Finally, he speaks up, glancing at her cursorily and knitting his hands together. ]
Hey, uh...I...thanks. For sticking with me. I've always been a little jumpy around doctors.
[ Sure, that's all it was! ]