She had suspected she was being watched when she first sneaked out that morning for a smoke; then again each time she passed outside for classes, at lunch, every time she stepped outside. It was nothing more than the feeling of a stare here or an odd shadow out in the woods, but around Shokushu, you couldn't afford to ignore these things. When the gym coach told them they'd be running a cross country path to start off, El could swear she saw a perverted twisted to the bitch's lips. There was no way she was going to be sent out into the woods as fuck-prey for that thing out there, so she did the only thing she could do. A few yards from the gym and she twisted her ankle. Pretty bad too, had to make it look good enough that she could get out of class. The beasts of the forests stay to the forest, beasts of the water to the sea, so she'd just slip back into school, stay indoors, stick to crowds, and lay low till her new predator had lost interest.

Ideally she would have skipped out on the clinic altogether, but they'd sent her out with a hall monitor. That bitch of a coach shot her a smug look as she was pulled off, like she knew there'd be another monster waiting for the girl at the nurse's office. The hall monitor held her wrist in an iron grip, dragging limping Elise along brusquely. All these hall monitors were dangerous little Stepfords with bodies like porn stars and the hungry leer of jackals. The way this girl stared at her body made El feel like she was stark naked. She's pushed roughly into the clinic, the hungry smile and taunting purr of "Have fuuun..." her farewell.

Elise stumbled into the room, taking a couple steps to wind down onto her twisted ankle. Eyes scan the room, not the timid look of a scared rabbit but instead the sharp cunning of a small hunter. She's a small thing, her body not bulging with curves but tight, trim and only enhanced by the standard gym uniform - blue shorts small enough to expose the better part of her milky calves and the ripe curve of her ass, the standard issue t-shirt short enough to expose the glint of jeweled piercing in her belly button if she shifts a certain way. Dark hair and wild bright blue eyes are a contrast to fair skin. There's a messenger bag over her shoulder and a sullen fire in her eyes, combing the room, taking a moment before she even registers the Good Doctor. Oh. Fuck. The Good Doctor. She doesn't know this guy. Hands are tucked self-consciously into the waistband of her shorts at her hips, arms a-bow at her sides. Where's the... "Where's the nurse?" Her throat is dry, and she tries to not let it show, but there's a hoarse squeak to her throat anyway. Eyes are narrowed.

This is a threat.

Her arms are crossed under her chest, one brow raised, cool, face blank of anything but irritation. "You're the substitute nurse?" Oh the jokes she could make, that is, if she believed a word of it. She shifts, bottom lip tucked under her top for a moment. "I don't need an examination. I've twisted an ankle before. I'll just put some ice on it and be on my..." She stops, sniffing delicately at the air, her head tilted. "Why does it smell like an amateur porn set in here?"

He was almost annoyed at the girl not listening to her. But considering he had a great deal of patience. He again patted the examination table. "I need to check your ankle, miss. That's all, I don't believe in doing what isn't needed. And as I said, I was called in because some creature did something horrid to the nurse. She was flown out for advanced medical attention. I was brought in for the time being."

She was so supsicious and he found that adorable. His shade covered eyes took in her form, thankful she couldn't see the hidden crimson gaze that was directed at her. She'd have seen his intent especially with the door closed and the examination courtain up.

She's not convinced, but there's not much she can do here. She glances back to the door only to see the greedy eyes of the monitor peeking through. She sighs, circling a wide berth around Deveraux before lithely springing to the edge of the table, perched like a bird, legs faintly parted, one foot shoed, the other open to reveal her foot, a smooth gentle arc giving way to little toes, it's faintly purpled and bruised around the ankle., locked under the face of the table. "Make it quick." Oh, the irony. She crosses her arms, just staring the nurse down. She doesn't need to see his eyes. She can feel his eyes.