82nd Trial of Ymiden
718th Arc
718th Arc
Virikai had been working his shift at the Viden Infirmary for over nine breaks already, he was supposed to have been on his way some time ago now, but it seemed that everyone and their brother had become sick as of late. Outwardly, he told all of his colleagues that he did not mind. It was what they wanted - needed to hear. There were other qualified doctors present, of course, and Virikai was by no means the most knowledgeable or experienced… but with a Diploma under his belt, Virikai was now thought of as something of an expert in his own field, and that made him more and more valuable to the Infirmary. He found himself spending more and more time in the upper, public sections of Viden’s Infirmary, rather than down within the deep corridors of his first post: the Facility for Retrospective Analysis.
Of course, he enjoyed the work… not so much the helping of other people, but the challenge they presented: the puzzle, the mystery. No two days were the same, just like his patients weren’t the same. In some ways, working with the sick and infirm was more preferable to working with the test subjects below. However, some of the citizens of Viden had a sense of entitlement, a way of talking down to those trying to provide them care.
He also enjoyed knowing that the public was seeing him in this way, getting his hands dirty in a way his father never would. It endeared them to him. They also respected him all the more for it: here he was, Lord Virikai Talius, contributing to society in multiple productive ways. He was clearly educated too, and his ego swelled with each respectful “yes, Doctor” directed at him.
What he did not enjoy included the stern old matron in charge of this ward, a human woman well past her prime named Ethel, bustling around giving commands to the others. It especially grated on the lordling when she was telling Virikai that he was doing something wrong. Ethel was a great mentor, and everyone looked up to her, always ready and willing to learn whatever the woman threw their way. But she was not a a trained physician, she was a matron, and she did not know how to do Virikai’s job better than he did.
Virikai looked over at his previous patient, checking to see if he was done retching the contents in his belly yet. The poor man was a sailor on one of the merchant ships docked into port this season, and had been out drinking with his crew-mates into the small morning breaks, and seemed to have upset one of his fellow crew members and found himself bruised up and hung over. Unfortunately he was paying for all the consumption of that alcohol he consumed. There wasn’t much that could be done for the hangover, really, save hydrating him.
Of course, he enjoyed the work… not so much the helping of other people, but the challenge they presented: the puzzle, the mystery. No two days were the same, just like his patients weren’t the same. In some ways, working with the sick and infirm was more preferable to working with the test subjects below. However, some of the citizens of Viden had a sense of entitlement, a way of talking down to those trying to provide them care.
He also enjoyed knowing that the public was seeing him in this way, getting his hands dirty in a way his father never would. It endeared them to him. They also respected him all the more for it: here he was, Lord Virikai Talius, contributing to society in multiple productive ways. He was clearly educated too, and his ego swelled with each respectful “yes, Doctor” directed at him.
What he did not enjoy included the stern old matron in charge of this ward, a human woman well past her prime named Ethel, bustling around giving commands to the others. It especially grated on the lordling when she was telling Virikai that he was doing something wrong. Ethel was a great mentor, and everyone looked up to her, always ready and willing to learn whatever the woman threw their way. But she was not a a trained physician, she was a matron, and she did not know how to do Virikai’s job better than he did.
Virikai looked over at his previous patient, checking to see if he was done retching the contents in his belly yet. The poor man was a sailor on one of the merchant ships docked into port this season, and had been out drinking with his crew-mates into the small morning breaks, and seemed to have upset one of his fellow crew members and found himself bruised up and hung over. Unfortunately he was paying for all the consumption of that alcohol he consumed. There wasn’t much that could be done for the hangover, really, save hydrating him.
