The male had a way about him that Calista was all too familiar with, they way he spoke, it was as if she was back in court, talking with her brethren, though Calista had a way about her too that many had often forgot with their time away from court, only a fare few refused the pick of the way of talking as time passed. It often made her feel like the odd one out, that was until now, as she stared, a bit doe eyed at the doctor before her. Achingly sitting up, she could already sense he wasn’t human, and there was a way about him that made her think immortal, old even, very old, though he did not show it, she could only assume vampire. Chewing her lip she looked to him, tilting her head as he moved about her room.
Her hazel eyes met his blue, it was almost like a trance, till his gaze fell on the stones next to her. Her gaze following as she smiled weakly. Some were from the hospital, most though came from friends and she cherished a lot of them.
Peering back to him, her body grew weak with movement, moving rest against her pillows once more. “If only time was not so cut and dry, that is magic I can not bend,” she whispered, smiling weakly to him now. “I do not know, at least what modern hospital’s hold that would ease any sort of pain I have,” she murmured. “I would really wish to find ease sleeping.”
“If only,” Rab echoed, that professional smile still tacked up as Miss NcEssus continued. Yes, the fae had their peculiarities, as patients. But this hospital was much more than modern. Much, much more. It wasn’t merely convenience that had drawn Raban to Devil’s Watch. No, he simply hadn’t been able to pass up such a cornucopia of educational opportunity as Guardian Hospital. What a sight! A medical institution explicitly at the service of a community so unusual, so diverse, embracing all manner of methods. That had sounded most thoroughly worth a visit, and, so far, he had not been disappointed. Such interesting work. Never a dull moment.
To return to this particular case; his work here was over, really. Still, he would ensure one of the staff’s fae specialists looked into some analgesic alternatives, and this sleeping trouble. If Miss NcEssus was telling him of this, it was, he must assume, because she had yet to draw anyone else’s attention to the issue. Which he could believe - she seemed a softspoken little thing, and the hospital had been hectic. Rab was not about to allow any of his patients to be overlooked. That would be inexcusable.
“I will see what can be done.” Raban paused to consider that crystal arrangement again. Stones; he had been taught a little about such things. Did any of that apply, here? Only one way to know. But, that would take some night work, out in the world. For now, he looked to his patient.
“Well, you should be back and comfortable in your own bed, soon enough. At present - rest, as well as you can.” Dr. Scheer had withdrawn to the doorway, lingering to offer a slight but courteous bow. The fae, in his experience, shared his appreciation for old-fashioned politenesses.
“It has been my pleasure to treat you, Miss NcEssus. Take care.”
With that, he departed; there was a laparoscopic cholecystectomy with his name on it. And an intraoperative cholangiogram! All on a werewolf. Fascinating.
He’d see about that rock, too. A most intriguing prospect.
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