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Tilla.
    “No doctor, he has been not acted in an illicit manner.” Tilla answered.
    “You were given instructions to have him strip. Why is only his shirt off?”
    “He is only wounded in the shoulder doctor. I did not wish to cause him more anxiety.”
    The doctor scowled at Tilla “When I give instructions I expect them to be followed. Remove his clothes.”
    Tarik made a move for his belt to start taking off  his pants. The doctor placed a hand over his stopping him. “I gave her an instruction, not you.” The doctor moved Tarik ’s hand from his belt and placed it back on the armrest.
    Tilla placed her hands on   Tarik ’s belt and began to undress him. Tarik, not wishing to anger the doctor further, allowed Tilla to remove his clothes. After removing his pants and boots , Tilla stopped and glanced at the doctor before reaching for his underwear. The doctor seemed to be enjoying this while Tilla seemed to be nervous. Tarik was uncomfortable, wanting to say something but unsure of his place here since he had only arrived a few hours ago. Tarik didn’t want to enable this pervert but he also didn’t know if that was what transpired here. Was this doctor some creep? Or was the doctor just trying to get his assistant to do as she was told. Because of the Flarr anatomy, with shorter arms and an elongated snout, Tilla’s nose brushed against his penis repeatedly as she removed his underwear. The warm wet feeling was different and not at all unpleasant. Under different circumstances Tarik  would have welcomed this type of attention from the Flarr. With the doctor so close it quickly turned Tarik  off. Tilla’s shoulders puffed up during the process, with her nose into Tarik ’s crotch she picked up on his sexual pheromones, an instinctual reflex but noticeable to everyone in the room.
    “Very good. I expect that next time I order this to be done it be completed before I enter the room.” The doctor said to Tilla. The doctor turned his face to Tarik  “Sit back while I finish the examination and mend your shoulder.”
    “May I be excused doctor?” Tilla asked.
    “No you will complete your duties as instructed, push your shoulders back you are making the patient nervous.” The doctor snapped at Tilla.
    A grid pattern of lights covered Tarik ’s body; Tarik felt the chair move away from him as anti-gravity kept him in place. His body levitating, a scanner disc  moved underneath of him and sent a probe into his anus. A quick pinch and it exited without even offering to buy him a drink. He felt the chair form beneath him again.
    “Everything looks in order with your biography. Your right leg was crushed once; does it give you any trouble?” The doctor asked.
    “No, I was told it healed properly.” Tarik answered.
    “Very good sit back while I mend the shoulder and do not move.” The doctor instructed.
    Restraining straps came across   Tarik ’s wrist, elbow and chest. A spray of local anesthesia  came down onto his shoulder. The doctor leaned in close over the wound, motors whining in his goggles as he adjusted the magnification. The doctor wiped the gash with sterilizing pads removing the sealant. Blood began to ooze from the open wound as the torn veins were exposed. The doctor then pulled an apparatus from the bottom of the pod; a circular object with multiple holes and sharp pointed thorns was placed over his shoulder. He didn't see but heard and felt the blood being suctioned away. Tarik began to feel light headed when he felt pin pricks. The flow of blood slowed as the injections began pumping him full of regenerative cells and chemicals. A few minutes passed and the doctor appeared pleased with the work. Lifting the apparatus away and placing it back in its hold, the doctor examined the new skin.
    “That should be healed in time for your military assessment. If it tears open during the testing we can close it up and try again.” The doctor ordered. “You are free to go. Unless of course