Asuka grumbled to himself as he sat in the waiting room of the hospital, red eyes looking over the other people who were there as well. Coughing, sneezing, diseased, it sent a chill up his spine as he lifted his slender legs, placing his heels on the edge of his chair and resting his chin on his knees. The feminine male would be clad in a yellow long sleeved shirt, blue stockings and slippers, his hair hanging free about his form save for twin, blue hued braids. "Tch...you know, I don't need to be here." He would say as he looked to the side towards his companion Yukiko, pouting softly. "I've been feeling fine lately...and they look like they're busy anyways. There's no need to waste their time." He would say as he hugged his legs and looked away. He hated medical checkups, always had. He was a strong fighter, a proud product of his father's dojo, yet cursed with a weak immune system. It always hurt his pride to hear the doctor telling him to 'take it easy' and not to 'overexert' himself, as if he was a child who didn't know their limits. Consequently he also disliked hospitals, but even more so because of the presence of such sickly people, already he could feel their germs sticking to his skin, causing him to shiver once more.