The Smurf Impersonators/Part 1

It has been a month or so since Polaris Psyche has been cured of the degenerative disease that had inflicted him since he left Psychelia, which the Smurfs had cured by giving him an injection of Smurf essence and using Empath's communal mindlink with his fellow Smurfs to heal his friend's body from within. Although the side effect of the cure was that it had turned Polaris' skin blue and made him lose his hair, this only lasted for a short while before his natural skin tone returned and Polaris started growing his hair again. One morning Polaris had paid a visit with Dabbler Smurf in the village infirmary for a check-up to see how he was doing since he had been cured.

Polaris sat in the chair and patiently endured the physical examination his fellow Smurf gave him to see if everything about him was normal, or at least as normal as could be expected of a Psyche since Polaris was the only Psyche in the village that Dabbler had ever physically examined as a doctor.

"Have you been smurfing any changes as far as your usual diet, Polaris?" Dabbler asked when the physical examinations were done.

"Only that this one is now able to digest all sorts of foods since this one's metabolism has somehow been changed because of the cure, fellow Dabbler," Polaris answered. "Sometimes this one has what you call cravings for certain foods at inopportune times of the day."

"That sounds normal for a Smurf, though for you I wouldn't know for sure," Dabbler said as he wrote something on his medical record. "Have you been sleeping okay since the cure?"

"This one's resting periods have remained for the most part undisturbed," Polaris answered.

"Sounds like you've been sleeping okay to me," Dabbler said as he continued to write in his medical record. "Any other things smurfing on with you physically that you wouldn't consider normal?"

"For the most part, this one has been functioning normally, though this one is starting to grow facial hair, which this one wouldn't consider a common thing among Psyches," Polaris answered.

"So you're smurfing yourself a beard," Dabbler said as he continued to write. "Not something that's normal around Smurfs my age, but I don't need to remind you what you are. I guess that means you're smurfectly healthy to continue your everyday activities in the village."

"How often would this one need a constant check-up to make sure that this one is continuing to function normally, Dabbler?" Polaris asked.

"I'd say at least once a month for now, but if your condition continues to stabilize for a year or so, we could make these visits less frequent," Dabbler answered.

"This one appreciates your efforts nonetheless, regardless of how invasive your examinations may seem, Dabbler," Polaris said with some honest feeling, though his voice showed no hint of emotion in doing so.

"Come smurf me if there's anything wrong with you physically," Dabbler said as he watched Polaris get up and leave.

Empath met with Polaris as he was leaving the infirmary. "So how did your physical examination go today, Polaris?" Empath asked.

"As far as your fellow Smurf can tell through his limited abilities of perception, Dabbler has recorded this one as being medically fit for all everyday activities," Polaris reported.

"This smurf knows that you don't like being physically examined, even by a Smurf, but you have to know that Dabbler cares about you and just wants to do a good job as a doctor," Empath said.

To be expanded on.