The illegal establishment reeked of harsh chemicals and blood, yet Ms. Maggie sits at the front desk like it's another Tuesday. She always hated front desk duty, especially whenever she was normally working in the morgue. But the receptionist called out..again. It honestly felt like an insult. She was way too overqualified to be put up in the front. Oh well, it's not like an illegal establishment truly cares about qualifications...and it's not like Ms. Maggie isn't an actual qualified nurse or anything.
Suddenly, her htoughts are interrupted whenever someone approaches the desk. He appears to be an albino, and he's dressed in an obnoxious, semi-feminine style that was attempting to make him look "soft". Although, the body bag he's dragging behind him ruins this already crumbling facade. "Welcome to the Mori Clinic, do you have an appointment?", her voice was monotone and drawled out, obviously bored.
The man carefully sets the body bag down, as if it's something precious, and leans on the counter with a charming smile, "Gael. Gael Vazio, but you can call me Null. I've scheduled this appointment months in advance"
Ms. Maggie sighs and opens the filing cabinet. She digs around for a "Gael Vazio" until she finds a thick folder.
She raises an eyebrow, "You're a regular here, huh?"
Null softly laughs, "You're a smart cookie, but I would expect nothing more from a sweetie like you"
Ms. Maggie visibly cringes, "Don't call me that.", she says as she shoves the paperwork towards him.
The man's cocky demeanor falters for a second, but he quickly smiles and starts to quickly fill everything out with a certain precision. Once he hands the papers back to her, Ms. Maggie couldn't help but get curious and skims through it.
"Hm...you seem awfully happy for someone that's undergoing an organ transplant.", she eyes him suspiciously, but he just gives her a dreamy smile, "Because I'm getting saved."
Uhm, what the fuck? Ms. Maggie just shakes her head, "I don't want to know more. We'll call you once we're ready, just leave the 'donor' here and we'll take care of it."
The man frowns and his eyes narrow, but he shakes his head and gets back to that fake smile. How many times is this weirdo going to do that?
"Alright, but please be careful with her. My beloved is quite fragile.", he caresses the body bag in a way that makes Ms. Maggie want to puke.
Once he leaves for the waiting room, she presses a call button for clinic staff to get the donor ready.
God, she better get a raise for this.