Clara grit her teeth and started to sweat bullets as Dr. Rules just remained down in front of her, her vulnerable face dangerously close to her own long, hazardous foot. Why is she just remaining there?, Clara thought. Her mouth isn't even open... there's no way she isn't smelling this! And urgh... it's really bad right now, too! Despite her thoughts, Clara remained perfectly silent. She could have asked the doctor if she was alright, but right now, every possible answer she could think of would only mean more embarrasment and discomfort for herself.
Meanwhile, the smell in the air of that room became more and more tainted by the foul fumes of Clara's moist, unwashed foot... She herself was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore it herself, despite most of the stench being directed away from her face, and into the doctor's! Finally, Clara couldn't take it anymore "Uhm... Dr. Rules?" she meekly said, which caused the doctor to twitch slightly, as if woken suddenly from a deep sleep.
Despite her little shock, Dr. Rules then proceeded as if nothing had happened.
"Well... *ahem* right. This should be the affected area, correct?" The doctor said, poking one spot in Clara's sole softly with her index finger, which sent a sharp tickling sensation through Clara's nerves, if only briefly. "Hmm... everything appears ok from this perspective, but I need to take a closer look, still. I'll be right back." With that, the doctor rose and swiftly walked away to a medical cabinet on the wall of the other side of the room. Clara could see and hear her rummaging around, but she couldn't quite tell exactly what she was doing there from over here...
Still, Clara used the opportunity to stealthily whipe the sole of her exposed foot with the back of her right hand. It had cooled down a little in the meantime, but... "Argh, god... the amount of sweat is ridiculous!" Clara hissed as she looked at the skin on her hand, which was now running with the gathered sweat from her foot. Clara shook it away from herself with a shriek as some of it began to drip on her clothes. Just as she thought of whiping her foot on something else maybe to at least get rid of all that wetness before the Doctor could come back, she saw something moving from the corners of her eyes!
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