A visit to the good doctor (Tag Andrej)
Kerai stood at the reception desk, having asked for Dr. Kosciusko. No, another doctor wouldn't do, unless they had another psycho-pharmacology expert on staff? Alright then, please ask Dr. Kosciusko if he will see her
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He decided he would review an Earth text on infectious diseases and then perhaps review one of the Earth history books. The thought of an epidemic was never far from Andrej's mind and so he was always reading one or another of the epidemiology texts.
Andrej was setting back at his desk with a fresh flask of rhyti when the call came. Someone was asking for him by name. Interesting. Andrej rose and exited his office, walking between his pair of security troops as he did so. He rounded the corner to the left.
The weaver. His face fell. What could she possibly want from him? She was not his patient. He knew she was pregnant. He wondered if the child would also be a weaver. Time would tell.
Keeping his face as neutral as possible, Andrej bowed minimally toward Kerai. "You have asked to see me?"
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"Such a one has arrived in the village. He's a sufferer from something called Partial Death Syndrome." Kerai handed him the paper, which was the detailed drug information for something called neurotriptyline, including the molecular structure.
"He needs this, every day, and he only has a little over a week's supply."
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"Let us not discuss this here in the lobby, Weaver," Andrej said. "We may to my office go." He spun around and headed into his office without waiting. On the way past the security, he quietly said, "stop her if she starts to sing." He rounded his desk and sat. The flask of rhyti was sitting in front of him and he took it in hand and sipped as he studied the paper Kerai had given him.
"Partial Death Syndrome?" The drug was unusual. Very.
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"It was knowing you're as uneasy around me as I am around you that gave me the strength to come." Kerai shook her head at the absurd position they found themselves in. She pointed at the paper he held.
"If he has that, every day, he's...not entirely normal, but as a person who's had a very traumatic experience, anxiety, depression, reliving painful memories. If he doesn't have it...he becomes as those mindless creatures that had once been people, that sought to eat the flesh of the living." She sighed.
"He's younger than I."
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"Thank you, Your Excellency," he was agreeing to help a young man who sorely needed it; he deserved the honorific.
"I will tell him that you will see him, and bring him to you. He's...rather shy. You might imagine how people with this have been looked upon." She looked rueful, "And there is a further matter."
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"There will be very few people about this evening. We do not schedule appointments. I am here in case of emergency." He usually napped once it got late but he might as well get started.
The further matter. It sounded ... personal. Andrej looked toward Kerai, inviting her to continue.
I has a nap soon.
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"Some people where he's from, become tolerant to the medication, or rather the disease becomes tolerant. He said in that case, he would need to be killed. He asked for my promise that I would see it done, if needful." She lifted her head, and looked straight at him.
"I would prefer, not to have occasion to keep that promise." She leaned forward.
"If perhaps you could research what causes the tolerance and..." She became aware suddenly, of how much she was asking and let it trail off.
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She sent off the message, and as she waited for a reply, said.
"He spoke of his mother's love, and in that moment, I felt as though someone were giving me the care of him, in trust, sacred like." She looked down, almost embarrassed to be, as a Weaver, speaking of the sacred.
"It's probably only a pregnancy delusion. If there is, though, some power, some being, that despite all evidence, has a care for the alone and powerless, may your care for this young man be remembered of you."
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"Why say such a thing when you know it is insufficient? Or is that why you are blaming your state, because you know it to be so?"
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"I offered you also, a way to discount it, should you take offense at my suggesting anything sacred could come to anyone other than a Dolgorukij, or through anything but accepted Dolgorukij channels for such things." She looked at him with amusement, as if he were a little fighting fowl, bristling at a feather duster.
"He is coming. Could you please send one of your security to look for him? He is new here, and easily confused."
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"I will do no such thing," Andrej said. "I will clinic staff send, from Emergency, or you may yourself go. My security will remain where they are." With orders to silence her if necessary. "Would not the sight of a nurse be less alarming than a security troop? You had mentioned some concern for authorities." It was pleasant to have a less than personal reason to deny the weaver.
Not waiting for a reply, Andrej dialed the nurse's station that served for emergency staff and directed them to send someone out to search for the young man.
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"Kieren. His name is Kieren, the one that's coming."
[ooc: tag order Andrej, Kieren, Kerai?]
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Andrej lifted his rhyti and sipped. He held it aloft, sipping periodically, saying nothing further. He hoped the weaver would not take it upon herself to fill the silence.
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He didn't really feel temperatures, but he hid into the unneeded warmth of his coat nonetheless.
"Hi." he said.
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