Lin frowned as she watched as Tenzin peered his head out the window. He had been going on about how nice the day was—he was right, but she was annoyed, nonetheless.
"You don't need to be here," she said. Bolin had been entertaining himself with his little animal friend, that fire ferret thingy, when he lost his footing and fell over, taking Lin down with him. She was fine, except for her ankle. Tenzin was concerned she had broken it, even though she could walk perfectly fine on it. To shut him up, she promised to get it checked out. Tenzin had insisted he accompany her to the hospital.
"I just want to make sure you're alright," he said calmly.
The doctor entered the room with a spring in his step. "Afternoon, Chief," he greeted. His eyes found Tenzin. Startled at first, he offered him a respectful nod. "And... Tenzin," he added quickly.
"Dr. Yang," said Tenzin awkwardly. Yang looked from Tenzin to Lin, an amused smile forming on his face. "How... how is your wife doing? Jia, was it?"
"Divorced," Yang said simply. "Didn't think I'd see you here again... after that nasty breakup."
"I didn't realize you were still Lin's doctor," Tenzin said with a sigh.
"I am, indeed. Speaking of which," he said, his complete focus on Lin now, "what brings you here today?"
"Her foot," said Tenzin. Lin looked aggravated he said it; she can speak for herself, Tenzin knew.
"Let's have a look then." He examined the foot carefully. It didn't even look like it had been hurt. "It's not broken. There might be some bruising, but I wouldn't worry about it." He let out a slight chuckle as he turned his attention to her chart. "Funny, when I saw Tenzin here, I thought you might be pregnant again."
Lin released a fierce cough in the hopes to drown out that last part.
Tenzin looked stunned. "P-pregnant," he said. She had never been pregnant, he had thought. They were always very careful in that area, Lin made sure of that. He shook his head, attempting to understand. "Wait... again?"
Yang frowned, his eyes refusing to move from the papers before him. "This is why Jia divorced me. I can never shut up about these things," he managed to mumble.
"You were pregnant? With... with my baby, Lin?"
"So, the foot's not broken then, doc," said Lin, completely ignoring Tenzin. It was like he had left the room... or didn't even exist anymore, at this point.
Yang looked up. His eyes were focused on Tenzin, who looked about ready to faint. "Nope. Not broken."
When Lin stood, Tenzin took her place and sat down on the bed. "Did you... did you have a miscarriage?
"Thank you, Doctor," Lin said, shaking Yang's hand, making sure to squeeze it extra tight. "Really, I do appreciate it." Yang wasn't sure, but he thinks he detects a bit of sarcasm coming from the chief. She made her way to leave, not waiting for Tenzin to follow her. But, before she left the room, she added, "I'm going home, Tenzin. You want to talk? Let's talk."