>Be Inco >Waiting patiently besides your gator gf in the doctor's office >She's clutching your hand for dear life, and you can't help but squeeze hers back >The doctor, a rhinorex in his late thirties, has been going through papers for what feels like an eternity >You both hung off of his every curious hum and ah, anxious for results >Dr. Nosenberg's sigh is anything but comforting >"Well, doc?" >Olivia's shaking like an exceptionally thick leaf on the wind >You wrap a comforting arm around her, and add your expectant stare to her own >"I'm sorry, Ms. Halford, but... how do I say this..." >He's silent for a long moment "Doctor?" >Your voice came out a bit more assertive than you intended it to, but then this was a serious matter >You'd both been plagued with troubles for some months now >Or rather Olivia had been >Fatigue, poor sleep, anxiety, elevated blood pressure, and on the list goes >There had to be some cause, some underlying condition, but neither of you were doctors, you didn't know the first thing about proper medical diagnosis >So you set up an appointment, and here you were >Dr. Nosenberg remained silent, the tuft of a mustache at the end of his obscenely large schnoz bristling in thought >He sighed once more >You both tensed, prepared for the worst >"I'm... sorry, Ms. Halford, but it would seem you're... fat." >It strikes like an arrow to the heart >"No..." >She takes you in both arms, shivering as she withholds a sob at her diagnosis >You do your best to comfort her, and lock the doctor with a hard stare "Is there anything we can do? Some medication or something? Anything at all?" >Dr. Nosenberg runs his hand over his bald scaly head, partially displacing his yamaka >"There's a number of prescriptions to deal with it, but I'm afraid it's a chronic condition. Ms. Halford will very likely be fat for the rest of her life." >Olivia sobs >"I-Inky..." "I'm here, Liv..." >Dr. Nosenberg leaves the room to give you both time to let it sink in