[With that, he shuts the journal and makes his way out to the clinic. It doesn't take long for him to get there, hanging up his coat and hat and stepping into the dispensary to retrieve two bottles of pills--one of generic oxycodone, the other something called Sudafed (which doesn't exist for him back home, but apparently works very well, from what he's seen.) He sets them down on the counter as he walks into the room Litchi's in, white-coated as always, reaching out to shake her hand.]
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[With that, he shuts the journal and makes his way out to the clinic. It doesn't take long for him to get there, hanging up his coat and hat and stepping into the dispensary to retrieve two bottles of pills--one of generic oxycodone, the other something called Sudafed (which doesn't exist for him back home, but apparently works very well, from what he's seen.) He sets them down on the counter as he walks into the room Litchi's in, white-coated as always, reaching out to shake her hand.]
Dr. Willock. Nice to meet you, Ms..?