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Madara turns the prescription in his hands around, squinting at it from every angle.
No matter how he looks at it, it still doesn't make any sense.
He's pretty sure that's 'D/C', but is that AZT or AST? And if it is AZT does that mean this patient is currently taking zidovudine? Or azathioprine?
"I could scan this thing in upside down and nobody would be able to tell the difference," he waves the paper at the doctor on the other side of his pharmacy counter. "Why can you never write straight?!"
"I can't write straight because I'm not," Hashirama grins at him, showing the same mischief that Madara's seen every day since he accepted this job. "It seems to be a terminal condition."
"Fuck off," Madara yanks his keyboard over. "Your himbo gay ass will never seduce me. Now spell!"
"Z-I-D-O-V-U-D-I-N-E," Hashirama reels off the letters without hesitation and Madara types the order in, making sure to get the dosage right. "And she's being discharged."
"See, you can be competent when you want to be." Madara points out as he turns away to find the medication he needs. "Why you persist in pretending to be an idiot, I don't know."
"It's an excuse to come down here and pester you!" Hashirama yells after his retreating back. "Can't blame a man for trying!"
Madara groans at the way everyone in the pharmacy - many of them patients - turn to stare at them, and he can feel his ears flushing.
Still, he can't deny that Hashirama's persistence is... nice.
Flattering.
Ah fuck, he's in such trouble.
"Here," he yanks the label out of the printer and slaps it on the box before shoving the whole lot into Hashirama's waiting hands. "Now go away and leave me alone to work."
"Okay, but that means I can still bother you after you finish your shift right?" The doctor bounds away with all the energy of a golden retriever puppy, not waiting for an answer before he slides between the glass doors, and Madara sighs with exasperation.
He'll have to figure out what to do about that at some point, but Hashirama is a problem for another day.
"Next!" He turns towards the waiting queue instead.
Right now, there are sick people who need him more.