[About an hour passed as Zack laid back on the cot and waited. There came a whine...] Okay, this doctor is taking foreveeeeeeeeerrrr...

[Zack sat up, one knee bent to his chest and the other leg sprawled out, his arm was over his knee as he looked at Sephiroth then at the door.] I'm willing them in. Like now. Right this instant. Let's go, let's fly. Vamoose!

[And just like that, the doctor came in with her clipboard, white coat and bright cheerful smile underneath a pair of wire rimmed glasses.] Okay, what seems to be the problem, Mr. Fair?

[Mr. Fair? Argh, he hated being referred to that way.] I was fighting monsters with my friend here, and I ended up getting sick.

Hmmm... let me see your symptoms then [the woman said as she looked over the chart.] Yes, this is troublesome but fixable. Lean over and take a deep breath. [She used her stethoscope to check his lungs, heart, bowels and stomach.] Don't like the sound of that stomach, but I have the proper fix for it.

Okay. So what do I have? [Zack crossed his arms, feeling sleepy and tired. He just wanted some soup and juice.]

You have Marilpoppin sickness. You must have fought a giant monster that looked like a mastadon right?

[Zack frowned, then nodded.] I think? It had tusks.

Then yes, that's what you fought. Run me through every monster you fought and I'll write out your prescriptions. [She looked at Sephiroth, looking him over and at his wings.] What a fine specimen... do you need looked at as well?

[Zack chuckled as he ran through every monster they came across, and made sure she knew Sephiroth wasn't sick, he was perfectly fine. Strangely.]

Seems the case.