RP: Two steps forward
Date: November 30, 2004
Character: Parvati Patil
Location: Stoatshead Hill/Five Alarm
Status: Private
Summary: Parvati is ready to work again, among other things
Completion: Complete
I did it! I am a Healer again.
Parvati stood on the hillside, halfway between Padma's place and Epsilon Street, looking down at the town spread below her. The sun was low in the sky and glinted off the tops of buildings. The view filled her with an unfamiliar wave of hopefulness. She could see the roof of the hospital to her right, and the town hall to her far left. Below it was the Five Alarm, and she thought, 'Well, why not?'
She began to make her way through the grass to the narrow street that branched off Epsilon Street.
She thought back to an hour before, remembering the sinking feeling she got while standing at the hospital doors; not for the first time, of course, she'd already done it several times in the last few weeks, but had ended up turning away like a coward, repeatedly. She didn't know what had changed her mind this time.
No, actually, she did. This time she'd actually studied the patients going in and out of the doors: The couple cooing over their tiny infant; the father, holding his five-year-old daughter in his arms, carefully examining her bandaged arm, relief visible in his features. The old couple, clinging to each other, knowing that their time together was severely limited. The large man with the red nose and watery eyes, whose booming sneeze nearly shook the doors of their hinges. What finally did it was the little boy with tears in his eyes, whose worried mother tried vainly to prevent him from scratching at his blistered skin. She knew what it was (Dragon Pox) and she wanted more than anything to be the person who helped him to recover and who eased his mother's worry.
She walked through the door and headed directly for the reception desk, waiting patiently in the queue of patients. Lyda's eyes lit up when she saw her, and Parvati found herself enfolded in a smothering hug. Lyda directed her to Augustus Pye, who remembered Parvati and was juggling personnel issues along with trying to keep up a full schedule of appointments. He still specialized in animal bites, but also found himself handling flu patients, injuries, and delivering the occasional baby. Or at least, that is what he said to Parvati in between interruptions by mediwitches.
When she told him she was ready to work again, he told her that he would see her tomorrow.
And that, was apparently that.
So simple.
So stupid to be afraid.
There are no monsters here. These are people, good people, normal people, and you can help them. Not only can you help them, but you need them, because this hermit act you’ve got going will make you go mad in the end.
She stepped into the door of the Five Alarm, her cheeks pinkened by the cold, her hair windblown. She felt the warmth of the place embrace her and found herself filled with excitement.
I want to live.
Character: Parvati Patil
Location: Stoatshead Hill/Five Alarm
Status: Private
Summary: Parvati is ready to work again, among other things
Completion: Complete
I did it! I am a Healer again.
Parvati stood on the hillside, halfway between Padma's place and Epsilon Street, looking down at the town spread below her. The sun was low in the sky and glinted off the tops of buildings. The view filled her with an unfamiliar wave of hopefulness. She could see the roof of the hospital to her right, and the town hall to her far left. Below it was the Five Alarm, and she thought, 'Well, why not?'
She began to make her way through the grass to the narrow street that branched off Epsilon Street.
She thought back to an hour before, remembering the sinking feeling she got while standing at the hospital doors; not for the first time, of course, she'd already done it several times in the last few weeks, but had ended up turning away like a coward, repeatedly. She didn't know what had changed her mind this time.
No, actually, she did. This time she'd actually studied the patients going in and out of the doors: The couple cooing over their tiny infant; the father, holding his five-year-old daughter in his arms, carefully examining her bandaged arm, relief visible in his features. The old couple, clinging to each other, knowing that their time together was severely limited. The large man with the red nose and watery eyes, whose booming sneeze nearly shook the doors of their hinges. What finally did it was the little boy with tears in his eyes, whose worried mother tried vainly to prevent him from scratching at his blistered skin. She knew what it was (Dragon Pox) and she wanted more than anything to be the person who helped him to recover and who eased his mother's worry.
She walked through the door and headed directly for the reception desk, waiting patiently in the queue of patients. Lyda's eyes lit up when she saw her, and Parvati found herself enfolded in a smothering hug. Lyda directed her to Augustus Pye, who remembered Parvati and was juggling personnel issues along with trying to keep up a full schedule of appointments. He still specialized in animal bites, but also found himself handling flu patients, injuries, and delivering the occasional baby. Or at least, that is what he said to Parvati in between interruptions by mediwitches.
When she told him she was ready to work again, he told her that he would see her tomorrow.
And that, was apparently that.
So simple.
So stupid to be afraid.
There are no monsters here. These are people, good people, normal people, and you can help them. Not only can you help them, but you need them, because this hermit act you’ve got going will make you go mad in the end.
She stepped into the door of the Five Alarm, her cheeks pinkened by the cold, her hair windblown. She felt the warmth of the place embrace her and found herself filled with excitement.
I want to live.