Solo A Painful Memory

[Sera]

84th Spring 513 Sera walked out into the Waiting room, the smile she usually carried with her lips was gone. They had kept her at the Healing Center longer than she would have liked and she really didn't care for that fact. They treated her like crap and she was soooo tired of it. There was only one patient left. When the Vantha picked up the paper that had her name on it, and read the complaint of her health. It said she was suffering from severe headaches. Sera looked up and towards the woman. She was old, very old. Sera's eyes widened. It wasn't very often that she had the chance to talk to someone of such an age. "Nemara Snowsong?" Sera spoke loudly. The elderly woman got to her feet and smiled kindly at her. "I am here my dear. Would you be willing to help me into the room, I fear I do not have the strength and I'd rather not have my son come with me." Sera smiled at the older man that sat next to the woman. She had seen him around a few times, but didn't know his name. But her guess was that he was a Snowsong, since that was his mother's hold. "Oh course, Ma'am." Sera moved to her quickly and held her hand out. The woman took her arm. "Thank you my dear, now what can I call you?" Sera touched the woman's hand as they began to walk together. "My name is Sera, I'm one of the Doctor's Assistants here." She opened the door for the elderly woman and helped her walk down the hallway. "Sera, that is a very pretty name." The woman coughed and then grasped ahold of her head tightly letting out a stifled cry. Sera immediately set the paper work down and held onto the woman's shoulders, trying to steady her. She rubbed the woman's shoulder's gently, knowing better than to make the woman ask any questions when she was riddled with pain. Once the Nermara's hold lessoned and she straightened her back, Sera helped her into one of the Exam rooms. "Thank you for being quiet, my dear. Usually when that happens people tend to start berating me with questions and making me speak, where when I have one of those pains, any sounds or movement just harm me even more." She looked at Sera with much kindness. "Your parents must have taught you well. Do they work here also?" Sera frowned and shook her head. She took ahold of the paperwork and began to read through what needed to be asked. "How often has this been happening?" Sera asked. "Off and on for many years. I believe it is just old age. My son insisted that I come in here again." She smiled, but then raised an eyebrow. "Well I'll be... You're not even a Whitevine, are you?"