A visit to the good doctor (Tag Andrej)

[needsthumpin]

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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[andrejkoscuisko]

Andrej was sitting in his office. It was his rotation. He had no particular patients at the present and it was quiet. That was good. He had no pressing paperwork, and that was even better.

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?"

[needsthumpin]

"Yes, please doctor. Thank you for seeing me. I'm not a slave of the Saint whose followers started the Ribbon, but I consider myself called to his work, in a fashion, and strive to serve people as he would wish, especially those with nowhere else to go." She gained strength as she spoke, as if Goldie herself were at her back, encouraging her.

"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."

[andrejkoscuisko]

Andrej took the paper handed him. He did not like having the weaver nearer than she had to be which was foolish. It was her voice that held the danger. He glanced at it as he listened.

"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.

[needsthumpin]

Kerai breathed out a shaky little chuckle and followed him, taking a chair opposite his desk.

"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."