#mptsukiko

[huahuaxmp]

A Step, A Crack

for the helpful healer @mptsukiko

Ever since the accident Huachang has found it hard to go outside lest someone see how absolutely useless he had become since than, unable to dance or make a living for himself among his long road to recovery. The stiff ache in his legs has started partway through his journey back to dancing and with a push and a shove, gently, towards the hospital it was where he sat now. Since locking himself away the demigod's hair had grew, his skin more fair and his grace further unmatched even with his limp. Now he really did look as if he was a fairy from another world, fallen into the place by accident. But he didn't feel like that. Huachang was actually very nervous, his fingers curling around his little notebook ready to write to whoever needed it. This place was not exactly the most welcome feeling, the atmosphere loud, the sound of the dead whispering in his ear, and Huachang was stuck to deal with it. It was part of who or what he was part of but it was still so loud. The only thing he did appreciate about the place was how clean it was. The demigod had a smile on his face despite his discomfort though, his body relaxed and straight. "Huachang, Zhang Huachang." Looking up he stood, beautiful robs falling around his body in an ethereal manner as he limped slowly to the room where he would meet the doctor.

[queenmothermp]

Merry Christmas !

For Xiwangmu, Tsukiko had chosen two boxes of festive macarons, full of Christmas flavors. With it came a gift card for The Lion’s Den and another for Böljande. It wasn’t much but he hoped that she would appreciate all the same.

‘Dear Doctor Xi, thank you for your guidance and your friendship. I hope you’ll spend lovely Holidays, full of peace and love. Merry Christmas ! Tsukiko’

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@mptsukiko

Upon receiving such a thoughtful gift from the delightful cardiac nurse, Xiwangmu could not help but smile so very brightly at such a festive treat!  Of course, he knew how much she had enjoyed the creative macarons he had brought for their tea together, and truly she would have been content with just that, but granting her gift cards to the Lion’s Den AND that exquisite jewelry store?  That was far more than she expected, though she certainly wouldn’t say no.  Of course, a thank you card was sent to Tsukiko written with beautifully elegant calligraphy expressing sincere gratitude for the gift and wishing him a very prosperous new year.

[vitasmp]

If I had a Heart

Closed starter for the one who heals the heart @mptsukiko

He hadn't felt well, but had gone to work anyway. He had barely eaten breakfast nor had much to drink outside of his morning coffee. It was late in the afternoon when he felt it, the familiar sudden pounding of his heart as the rate began to slow...and slow...and slow with the occasional irregular skip. Lightheadedness, tunnel vision, the walls of the room swirled in slow eddies--he knew the warning signs of neurocardiogenic syncope. So did his smart watch, which beeped an alarm as his heart rate dropped below 40 beats per minute. Immediately, he tucked the documents safely away in their cubby, grabbed his coat and messenger bag, folded them together and used them as a cushion for his head as he quickly lie upon the floor, his knees bent. Unfortunately, this did not stop the slip into unconsciousness, but at least he would not fall and hurt himself. A passerby noticed this peculiar activity along with the beeping watch, grew concerned by how ashen he appeared, and asked if he was all right--but he did not answer. He couldn't. Paramedics were called. His med alert bracelet gave them enough information and he was promptly transported to Asclepius General along with his things.

When he finally awoke, Vitas did not recognize the room, but he did recognize the smell. Clean, bleach, chemicals, Latex--typical hospital smells. Headache. Nausea. Dark eye(s) searched his surroundings, noting the slight blurriness of his vision. Now where were his glasses? But just as he lifted his hand to feel around for them, he noticed a slight tug on his left arm, prompting a turn of his head to look. Oh, an IV. Figured. He clicked his tongue once and shifted his attention to the telemetry monitor, squinting a bit to read the vitals. Hypothermic, sure, he knew that--that was not new, explained the warm saline he was receiving--blood pressure was...definitely more hypotensive than usual...and bradycardic to boot. Well, would you look at that? At least his heart was still beating.

[queenmothermp]

Nurturing the Heart

Closed starter for @mptsukiko

Upon her return to Asclepius General after a prolonged absence, her staff was always her first order of business, curious about any changes in the departments, concerns, new blood, those well-deserving of accolades. One nurse in particular had garnered quite a bit of praise from the Director of Cardiology. Upon reading the file of this individual, she smiled and made the decision.

An invitation was sent to Kanaphan Tsukiko, RN. When next the nurse checked his inbox, he would find an envelop of a soft pale yellow with his name written in black ink, the calligraphy elegant, the back sealed in golden wax stamped with the symbol of a phoenix. The paper itself held a trace and pleasant scent of peach blossoms. Inside, an official card decorated with hand-painted watercolor of peach blossoms on branches. Again, the exquisite handwriting inhabited the center of the card.

To demonstrate appreciation for your outstanding merit toward patients and colleagues, Director Xi invites you for tea at the Golden Palace.

At the bottom of the card, the date and time for such an event conveniently fell on the nurse's day off.