[ miles has had a lifetime of dealing with military doctors -- literally since birth -- and most of them were stiff-necked, stony-faced old barrayaran imperial servicemen, although his surgeon among the dendarii fleet could give them all a run for their money. miles has never come to expect much in the way of bedside manner from his doctors, but meh yewll is in a different category entirely. they're not usually so...confrontational. actually, once he gets over the initial surprise of being battered immediately with such impatience, he's going to appreciate how direct she is.

as it stands now, though, miles stands there with his mouth open, ready to speak, but at meh's command he drops immediately into the nearest exam chair before he gets a word out. ]

Ah -- no, don't worry. I have no such intention. I came here to be checked, wouldn't do me much good if I didn't stick around. [ he clears his throat and gestures briefly to his deformed body, which speaks enough for itself. ] I'm prone to osteo-inflammatory attacks from time to time. Brittle bones, y'see. A result of an unfortunate attack on my mother when she was pregnant with me. She came out of it all right, but it didn't do my fetal development any favors. Anyway, I think I've been having some sort of flareup since my, er, cryorevival. It's been a little hard to move around lately.

[ indeed, his movements are definitely on the stiff side, and it isn't just from the last few weeks of cold. and why the hell do his legs hurt? miles frowns. ]

I was hoping I could get some painkillers, and maybe a bioscan. I haven't had one done in a while, not since before I came here anyway, and I don't know how bad the inflammation is. It certainly doesn't feel good.