Anna shook her head, stepping away from the examintation table and opened a cabinet above her. "No...I don't think it was anything classified. He was hunting down a fugitive...Apparently the guy got him really good. A whole chunk of his stomach had been-." Anna stopped herself suddenly, seeing the look on Dion's face. "Never mind." She said quietly.

"Alright, we can take care of the vaccinations. She pulled out two syringes full of a red potion. "I hope neither of you are bothered by needles. The last patient I had in here fainted when I pulled this out."

"You were underage until a few months ago." Anna reminded Dax, holding his arm out and tapping it to sterlize the area. "If that's really true, Hogwarts has lost it's touch. Boys were never a problem at NWA....there weren't any." She said with a grin, slowly injecting Dax with the needle.

"What, he got blasted in the stomach? Could you see his guts or something?" Unlike Dion, who was looking as dignified and serious as possible while turning white and trying not to be nauseous, Dax didn't seem to really connect such a tale to a human being or register that such a thing could happen to him one day. "Did it leave a scar? I've been wanting some good ones. The ladies love a guy with scars." Provided they weren't too extensive or ugly, of course...

He did hesitate when the needle came out, though, letting Anna take his arm. "What, an all-girl's school?" He asked; however, instead of disappointment his tone was full of curiosity and only a little hint of a leer. All girls schools meant boys were exotic and rare things. It occurred to him that if he ever traveled to America he needed to take up a job in the nearby town...

Of course, by the time he did that he'd be like...30. So maybe that'd be a bit creepy. Balls.

"Ow," he said as the needle penetrated the skin. He made the mistake of looking and quickly turned his head away, looking a tad ill.