Lion of the Lord
Philip would find his presence largely ignored; in fact following his words the staff almost seemed to move slower than before. The boy had apparently not realized how expendable he was, more so if he was talking like that. If he kept up that kind of attitude he might well find himself in a tough spot. Hadn't someone told him? Don't piss off the Healer.
When eventually someone DID come to deal with the impetuous child, it wouldn't be the sort of Nurse he was expecting. A large pink udder would slap the boy in the head as a large bovine form leaped over the counter. She seemed excited; and why shouldn't she? For some reason the other nurses told her to handle this student personally! They never had her do that! Not that she ever understood why.
Turning sharply toward the counter, the Miltank would smack the boy in the back with her udder. She'd moo apologetically ">Oh sorry hon, still not used to this think sticking out!<" Taking the boy's Pokemon from him, she'd leave to the back. When she returned it would be with the boy's Stunky in hoof, smelling strongly of fresh milk....was he a little damp?...
Placing the Dark-type on the counter, the Miltank nurse would adjust her cap and lean on her elbow ">Anything else hon?<"