Sexual Healing

Isla this won't hurt a bit Two knocks at the door before she'd had the chance to so much as take her hands out of her last patient? It must be an emergency. Isla hurried on light feet out to the door, not having had the chance to unlock everything yet (she'd worked most of the night). When she did open it a bear of a man filled the doorway, Isla glancing him over in a quick and clinical examination about any visible wounds he might have. "Fix... you?" she asked, about to ask him to clarify a little when he unceremoniously grabbed his own bollocks and wiggled in her direction. Torn between laughter and a noise best described as an incoherent wail, Isla stepped back and tilted her head, jaw slack. "Oh I think there's always time to expla--" Her eyes widened just before she averted them - barely in time before Devrum dropped trou right in front of her. She didn't see it right away, no, but the flap was almost worse. Clearing her throat, Isla straightened up at last and closed her eyes for a second to actually listen instead of obviously staring. "Fix you... inside? I think I understand what you mean, given the body part involved. Shall we take this to a private room?" If he would allow, with pants up or down, Isla would lead them to an examination room, the medic gesturing for him to lie down on the bed. "You know I've never done this, right?"