give it to me straight, doc

The sand was rough and grainy beneath the pale of her paws as Hanako trudged along the length of the beach, head held low and energy levels plummeting with each step. She was just so TIRED all the time, deep and embedded, nothing a quick midday nap could shake off. And believe me, she'd tried. Eating was a mixed bag too, sometimes she got all uppity and insistent she wanted to eat this very particular kind of bird- a chicken if you must know- only to be completely turned off by the sight and smell of it. Nope. Take it away, right now!

Ugh and the nausea, do not get her started on that! The less said, the better and Hanako was desperate for history not to repeat itself. She would NEVER throw up on herself again, never ever ever, even if some days she felt as though she was teetering real close to it.

Long story short, she felt terrible. What else was there to say? A lot, actually. Preferably to someone who knew medical stuff and could bring this nightmare to an end. Tipping her head back, she let out a none too patient call. Healer-she didn't care who- get over here. With no please attached.

"speech."