Continued with @finestpupil from here
It had been a few months since she had been stripped away from her practice and invited into the strange cornucopia of various patients and proffered professionals spoken of to be on her equal. There was so often that it felt like some sort of strangeness on the lower levels, but it was infrequent that she would even take so much as a second glance towards the stairway to lead downward into the depths of the hospital. Yet by simply the presence of the counsellor and several of the other of the employees, there was a clear difference between her and the others.
The fact when people were brought to her, there was no fear within their eyes. When they faced the others, their faces would twist in terror at the mere mention of a name of a provider from a floor they had been confined to.
It didn’t concern her; they were prisoners. People who had committed atrocious crimes. She merely healed them and let them go on their way. Her remorse for such people had long withered away with the part of her that had been a mother. She would simply be a doctor and no one questioned her methods. A give and take of this hospital that she rather enjoyed.
However, as she had been cleaning up after one of her patients—a rather nasty one involving a pen-turned-shank—some papers had been found by one of her nurses that belonged to Daniel Dickens. Handed to her, it had been her duty to return them to the man despite that all she wanted to do was relish in her break time. Down the stairs she went and accordingly found the man’s office, a tender appearance nearly youthful despite his age a dead giveaway of who he was even if he had not been sitting at the desk.
“It was no trouble.” Her dark eyes scanned the room some, more to be aware of her surroundings than actually being invasive. His tenor easily drew Azuna back to his visage, one would easily fall for him being nothing but sincere and gracious. Despite her experience, the healer was one of such people, feeling a mild comfort in that smile he displayed.
Seating herself down in the chair in front of him, a small flicker of her gaze towards the reports before looking back at him, she crossed her legs at the knee and rested her mug on the skirt that covered her flesh beneath. “I didn’t look within, one of my nurses did. Although as soon as she saw it, she knew immediately it was your patient.” There was a pause, as if she was being inquisitive, but instead a small curve of her lip tilted into a genial expression. “It is so nice to have such a well-established network. I do hope I can be as respected as you are as time goes by.”
“Eddie…” She continued, the name unfamiliar on her tongue. “I’m not familiar with that patient. Has he come up to my floor yet for any treatment?” Not that he would entirely, no. The ones she normally dealt with were those who would take her methods to the grave with them.
Azuna had been actively avoiding his question despite his prod to it. “I don’t wish to keep you from your next appointment. Truth be told, it was nothing but a polite drop off of documents from…one provider to another.” A small slant of her head as she lifted the mug to her lips and took a small sip of the creamed liquid.
“I was actually wondering if you had some free time, perhaps for a lunch.” She spoke once the ceramic had parted from her lips. “I have yet to meet many of my colleagues and I would like the change that, if I could.”
