Go see Mr Shin alone

You don't have that much time before your first class and so perhaps there's **** but to go see Mr Shin alone.

Your poor ankle hurts more than you thought it would as you limp down the school corridor. There's hardy any one around as most of the school is already in class.

Mr Shin's office door is like all the rest; a simple wooden frame with frosted glass. The name "Mr Shin" is printed on it in gold leaf lettering. You knock twice on the glass and then turn the handle to open the door.

"Come!" says a brisk voice. Mr Shin turns to face you, "Oh. Hello Yubaki," he says getting your name wrong. He is dressed in a cheap suit, charcoal grey and clearly in need of replacing. His thin hair fails to cover the large balding patch on the back of his head. It looks as if he's dressed today in miss matched socks.

"Um... it's Naomi," you say as you glance around the medical room. Shin has the place decked out with charts and privacy screens. Your ankle throbs painfully as you limp into the room.

"And what seems to be wrong with you today?" he asks, pushing his spectacles up his noise.

"Um... ", you say again, wondering how the so-called medic can't plainly see there's something wrong with your ankle," .. it's my ankle."

The thin man gives you a smile, "Of course it is, of course it is, dear. Now step behind this screen here and take off your clothes."