Bearclaw Valley interim

merrick grunted. he had no rebuttal for something that was already decided. 
perhaps until the next time it was considered. 
he was meek as evien touched him, turning his head and blinking idly at the ground. the doctor had always been firm but fair, and it was this objective quality that merrick prized, chiefly because he had no such inclinations. it was all coldness or fury, or lust, though that had escaped the young man's palate as of late.
he breathed out, grinned teasingly to tug the edges of the cut with a sting. "what's the diagnosis?"