|| 5th Summer, 514AV || Place of Purging, Kalinor ||
"Snaeha, we have another patient for you." That droll, cool voice only belonged to one person, and Ayatah rolled her eyes as soon as she heard her superior say her name. Svorador Hellebore was not known to be talkative (quite the opposite), and so whenever he did address Snahea, it was usually for a demand of sorts.
"I've seen to all my cases," she frowned, mentally checking off the names of all three women and two children who had been in her care today. Yes, all five patients had received their equal share of her attention; there was nobody else on her agenda that she knew of.
Svorador was already halfway out of the staff quaters when he heard Snaeha's reply, and to her surprise he actually paused momentarily to give her his response: "Room 12, Surrogate wing. Bring a guard." Then he strode out, discussion over.
His cold attitude frustrated Snaeha endlessly, but ultimately Svorador was her employer, and if she was ever going to progress in her medical career, it was him she would need to impress. And she was certainly not going to impress him by standing there pouting (which was really quite the inconvenience, as men usually were very impressed when Snaeha pouted her lips and fluttered her eyelashes). "Let's get going then," she muttered to the empty room.
The Surrogate wing welcomed Snaeha with its usual eerie silence, broken by the odd frantic scream or wail that set her teeth on edge. Such screams were usually the sign of an unstable Surrogate; Snaeha's least favourite type of patient. It was only when she and the guard accompanying her - a young man called Havien - stood just outside her patient's room that they realised those blood-curdling scream were from Snaeha's newly acquired patient.
"Better brace yourself," she murmured. Havien smiled appreciatively, misreading her concern for his safety and not her own. After a moment of preparing herself for whatever lay beyond, Snaeha lead the way into the Surrogate's room.
She was greeted by a frantic, small woman who threw herself into Snaeha's arms with such force she was almost knocked backwards into Havien. "Thank goodness!" The Symenestra woman cried, her hands clinging onto the front of Snaeha's uniform in an act of desperation, "please, please help her." The woman finally released Snaeha from her grip, and pointed towards the bed, where assumedly the surrogate was lying.
And indeed, the woman lying there had that hopeless, terrified expression of a surrogate nearing the end of her duty. But there were hardier expressions in the Surrogate's face as well, ones of hatred and fury. Snaeha was remarkably unfazed. In her experience, Surrogates tended to react to their given situation in one of two ways; either by quietly accepting their fate, or by throwing themselves into a pointless fit of rage. Clearly, this woman had decided on the latter.
"I assume you are the mother?" She said brisky, glancing back to the woman who had greeted her at the door.
"Snaeha, we have another patient for you." That droll, cool voice only belonged to one person, and Ayatah rolled her eyes as soon as she heard her superior say her name. Svorador Hellebore was not known to be talkative (quite the opposite), and so whenever he did address Snahea, it was usually for a demand of sorts.
"I've seen to all my cases," she frowned, mentally checking off the names of all three women and two children who had been in her care today. Yes, all five patients had received their equal share of her attention; there was nobody else on her agenda that she knew of.
Svorador was already halfway out of the staff quaters when he heard Snaeha's reply, and to her surprise he actually paused momentarily to give her his response: "Room 12, Surrogate wing. Bring a guard." Then he strode out, discussion over.
His cold attitude frustrated Snaeha endlessly, but ultimately Svorador was her employer, and if she was ever going to progress in her medical career, it was him she would need to impress. And she was certainly not going to impress him by standing there pouting (which was really quite the inconvenience, as men usually were very impressed when Snaeha pouted her lips and fluttered her eyelashes). "Let's get going then," she muttered to the empty room.
The Surrogate wing welcomed Snaeha with its usual eerie silence, broken by the odd frantic scream or wail that set her teeth on edge. Such screams were usually the sign of an unstable Surrogate; Snaeha's least favourite type of patient. It was only when she and the guard accompanying her - a young man called Havien - stood just outside her patient's room that they realised those blood-curdling scream were from Snaeha's newly acquired patient.
"Better brace yourself," she murmured. Havien smiled appreciatively, misreading her concern for his safety and not her own. After a moment of preparing herself for whatever lay beyond, Snaeha lead the way into the Surrogate's room.
She was greeted by a frantic, small woman who threw herself into Snaeha's arms with such force she was almost knocked backwards into Havien. "Thank goodness!" The Symenestra woman cried, her hands clinging onto the front of Snaeha's uniform in an act of desperation, "please, please help her." The woman finally released Snaeha from her grip, and pointed towards the bed, where assumedly the surrogate was lying.
And indeed, the woman lying there had that hopeless, terrified expression of a surrogate nearing the end of her duty. But there were hardier expressions in the Surrogate's face as well, ones of hatred and fury. Snaeha was remarkably unfazed. In her experience, Surrogates tended to react to their given situation in one of two ways; either by quietly accepting their fate, or by throwing themselves into a pointless fit of rage. Clearly, this woman had decided on the latter.
"I assume you are the mother?" She said brisky, glancing back to the woman who had greeted her at the door.
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