Emergency? || Open
During any major storm, there had to be someone at the clinic. It was primarily for an emergency’s sake. If someone got badly hurt or sick and all of the doctors and nurses were trapped in their respective homes, it would be bad. So, at least someone would stay as a precautionary measure.
Usually, it happened to be Violet staying at the clinic during these times. She volunteered, actually.
Violet had most of her things settled out in one of the patient rooms, taking full advantage of the clinic bed for the entirety of the blizzard. She had plenty of books checked out from the library to last her the stay, most of them fantasies and romances to help her ignore the blistering cold outside. She sat down the first book beside the bed, sighing a little, her hand lightly touching the bruise on her cheek.
Ever since Violet’s fight with Undine, she had been more reserved than usual. It took a lot more effort to smile. Everything that happened during that fight was hard for her to remember. Just the thought of that spirit looking down on her and calling her weak just made her want to crawl into the deepest hole she could find. Not even books could keep her head from wandering to the memories again.
However, as she reached for another book, she heard something at the front door. Banging, like someone had slumped up on the front door. Violet stiffened up, immediately getting up from the bed and rushing towards the lobby, grabbing a lab coat to throw over her dress. One look out the window made her worries grow. It was still white-out conditions outside! Did someone have an emergency?
Violet had left the clinic door unlocked just incase this happened, so before she could even make it to the door, it swung open, a blast of cold air sweeping through the clinic and making her shiver. She didn’t mind. She only looked at the person who entered, concern etched into her features.
“H-Hello?” Violet asked, expecting the unexpected visitor to explain just what they were doing in the clinic.
Kross had made several mistakes over the last couple of days. First, in a careless moment, he had cut his hand pretty deeply while working at the carpentry shop. Second, he had decided not to seek any treatment for it at the time. Finally, he had decided to go to the clinic on the day of the blizzard.
So here he was struggling to get the door open with his half-numb hands. He would have looked a fool if anyone could see him through the white-out conditions.
Eventually, he did get the door open probably blasting any poor nurse or doctor inside with a huge gust of cold air. When the young nurse greeted him, it took a moment for him to reply, as apparently he had opened the door with his bad hand and had reopened the wound. He hissed in pain before responding with a, “I may have just made the reason I came out here in this weather worse,” before showing her the now bleeding cut on his palm.
