[The Prime Sanitarium] As they Lay Dying

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13th of Ashan, 716
Kelleen Mora had done quite a service for Trisselyn, who as she climbed upwards to settle into her room in the Prime Sanitarium, wondered if the woman was so pleasant with the rest of her wards. Though the matter was irrelevant, it found its way into the Necromancer's thoughts, the Orphaned finding herself reflecting upon her encounter with the Mistress of Housing, as she would be known henceforth by Trisselyn. In truth, while Kelleen had been pleasant enough in their encounter, she wanted nothing more than to never need to see the inside of that office again, for that meant that she had passed her examination and could begin her new life in Etzos, far and away from the retching filth that filled the poorer areas of the city that Trisselyn's limited funds would secure her.

The risk is worth the potential for a far greater yield. Of course failure is not an option. Gavin has taught me the repercussions of failure and I do not care for additional scars...

A hand moved to reach behind the Necromancer's neck, where she had firsthand learned the horrors of the very discipline she sought to wield now. Of course, Gavin had only let a moment's touch demonstrate his mastery of the Necromantic powers he held at his disposal, but that moment had been enough to deter Trisselyn for years. Even now, the scar flared a mean red hue across her skin, perpetually covered by her blonde hair. As Trisselyn advanced, it was quite a hardship for her to carry the entirety of her worldly possessions with her, and though she would have loved the opportunity to raise a thrall to assist her in the endeavor, it would certainly make a horrible first impression for Dr. Aderell to see her with an undead ally in tow, casually raised in order to mitigate the amount of effort she personally needed to make to move into his ward. The very thought of it brought a giggle from Trisselyn's throat, quickly halted as the Necromancer's ascent came to a conclusion. Before she sought to see Dr. Aderell in an effort to begin her examination process, she sought to make herself at home.

Fully expecting to pass the trial once having expunged the final traces of doubt from her mind, Trisselyn began the effort of unpacking her possessions in her small room, finishing the task in a number of bits, after which she brushed her hair, tying it up behind her head in a slightly mussed bun before leaving her room for the uncertainty of her examination. While Trisselyn retained her confidence, as she walked she deemed it fitting to next fill in the questions that might be asked of her by this Doctor Aderell.

"You are new to Etzos, correct? Why have you come?"

Good doctor, since I was a girl I had heard tales of the mighty Etzos, the city that would never fall. As a student of medicine, it has always been my ambition to earn protection from the horrors of the world while in this city. It is my fortune to have acquired tutelage in a practice that would be of use here.

"Which ward would you prefer to work in?"

This question, more than any other, was of prime importance to Trisselyn. After all, if she was able to secure what she truly desired, she could maintain her cover in Etzos and hone her other skills as Gavin requested she continue to do. After all, she was not substituting one master for another. In the end, Ellasin's command through Gavin was her law and her purpose.

"My teacher often told me that my bedside manner was immaculate. I abhor the looks of pain and discomfort so much, doctor, that I would dedicate myself to the life of a hospice worker. The terminally ill show so much strength and love that I wish to preserve those feelings and bring them to life long after the poor soul succumbs to their illness.

Was that the correct answer? Was there a correct answer? It didn't matter, really, for her journey had come to an end. A smile materialized upon Trisselyn's features as she looked to the Prime Sanitarium's greeter, a nurse who looked at Trisselyn with a rather stern gaze.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes. I am here to see Dr. Aderell. I have documentation that requests his attention in a matter of employment."

Passing the document to the greeter, Trisselyn's fingers smoothed the bun behind her head before clasping together with the fingers of her other hand as she waited for her request to be processed.
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As Trisselyn waited for the good doctor to arrive, she took note of the passage of time, feeling it slow, though she took solace in the apparent expansion of each bit, feeling that each moment that passed helped the woman, already calm by nature, come to accept and overcome the trepidation that she naturally felt in the face of a baptism by fire. When Trisselyn had awoken in the morning, she had not expected to be in the lobby of Etzos' 'esteemed' Prime Sanitarium awaiting judgment from a Lead Surgeon. She'd expected to be in front of the Citizen's Committee's liaison, having a lively chat with the man just as she'd had a chat with Kelleen Mora.

How the hands of fate work... So quickly, I might add, as well.

While Trisselyn was by no means an incredibly talented medic, she figured that her training, along with her naturally calm temperament and studious nature would qualify her for a job, and thus, with her confidence secured, she continued to wait. The Necromancer was pointed towards a row of chairs, a grunted utterance by the nurse telling her to wait preceding her retreat. Long, lithe legs propelled her forward, a soft 'clack' accompanying each step until she turned, gracefully setting herself upon a chair, legs crossed together as both hands set upon the folder she'd been given, which upon examination by the nurse, was returned to Trisselyn for the prospective medic to give to the good doctor herself.

No more than five bits had passed before Trisselyn's gaze was directed towards the nearest hallway, the visage of a being who commanded authority set towards her. When such a being turned to face the nurse, who pointed towards Trisselyn, the Necromancer could surmise that her query and now master of her fate in Etzos was before her. Dr. Aderell turned to face Trisselyn, looking the woman up and down before a smile cast upon his features. Astute by nature, Trisselyn could see that the doctor was studying her, likely in an attempt to search for weakness or doubt, two things that would provide a reason to immediately raise a red flag during her interview with the doctor. When neither presented themselves, Dr. Aderell spoke at last,

"Ah, an applicant! And you are...?" As he spoke, a hand extended to meet Trisselyn, the Necromancer taking it and giving a brief shake. When Dr. Aderell did not lower his hand, Trisselyn took the cue as her moment to hand the documentation that Mora had given her to the doctor. Free from it at last, Trisselyn's lips parted to form an answer,

"Trisselyn Ismaeda, Dr. Aderell. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Right. Unfortunately, Ms. Ismaeda, I've not the time to spend on a formal interview, so follow me. I'll ask a few questions as we walk and from there we'll see about your examination."

Trisselyn figured as much. It was still midday, and the Prime Sanitarium was clearly a busy place. With the good doctor holding such an important position, it was rather obvious that he'd, without prior notice, be too busy to sit down with her with a well thought-out interview.

Really, this only works to my advantage, the Necromancer thought to herself as she fell into step beside the surgeon.

"This is rather sudden. It's not often Mora and Mead work together to send me a prospect with such short notice. Do you have prior experience?"

An irrelevant observation, followed by asking about prior experience? I wonder what he's thinking...

"It was rather sudden, to tell the truth. Ms. Mora was incredibly forward in her assistance. And yes, I do. I acted as an assistant to a doctor for several years. My father,
" She so detested calling Gavin her father, though she very much doubted that 'master' would be inconspicuous enough for the situation. "Was a doctor before his unfortunate passing. In his memory, I follow in his footsteps."

Nodding twice, Dr. Aderell turned a corner, leading Trisselyn along a bend as he asked next, "What sort of assistance did you offer?"

"Often enough I would assist Father with his work in stitching superficial wounds, as well as checking a patient's vitals. Writing reports, tending to family members, cleaning wounds, as well as any sort of additional documentation needed to complete a patient's visit to the most thorough degree."

The best lies contain a great deal of truth with small, irrelevant details woven into the tale, stitching it together.

"So you were a nurse?"

"At times, yes. Though Father would at times have me treat his less seriously injured patients without his guiding hand. Stitching was something I found I have a particular skill in. Steady hands, I suppose."

For the first time in front of the doctor, Trisselyn's features formed a smile.
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"Well the role of support personnel does not get enough credit in my book. One that can fill in the multiple mundane tasks that our 'specialists'..." he said the word with some annoyance, "...don't have the 'time' for. But we have a number of such folk on a waiting list ready to take that job." he looked around with an exaggerated conspiratorial expression. "But I don't see any of them here right now. What say we see what you can handle?"

Dr. Aderell didn't wait for the prospect's response, instead motioning for her to follow into a section of the facility where the aged and infirm were kept comfortable for their last few arcs. Most had financial support from their younger relatives. A few had clout from members of the political community.

Dr. Aderell waved to encompass the whole room. "We're short handed in here today. There's seventeen tenants that need to be fed, washed, medicated and generally kept happy with their lot in life, spent though it largely is. I don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind, but it's all I've got to see how well you can solo a room full of patients. Just go say hello to our guests and I'll have Dena bring you their schedules." With that he left Triss alone in the large convalescent area and went to meet the nurse, Dena.

Dena had a sour look on her face as the doctor approached. His face went through a series of variations on annoyance, defensiveness and self-righteousness as he stopped before her. "Obviously you have guessed I want to go though our 'act', and obviously you don't approve. Well stow it, nurse!" the emphasis on the word was clearly intended to put her in her place.

Dena was having none of it. "You and your 'act'! Your 'Aderell Crisis Test'. You're going to get someone killed with that foolishness. Spiking their meds with that laxative, 'Mudslide', and seeing if the new hire can handle it? What if they get too dehydrated or something? A bleeding rash? Infection? What if the new girl doesn't catch it soon enough? You don't know if one of them may have a more severe reaction. If one of them dies during one of your stupid tests, don't think I'M gonna take the fall for it."

The doctor waited for her to finish, his arms folded in taxed calm. "In the first place, you may have noticed that those most of those people are either old, or older. If one of them dies, it will be assumed to have simply been 'their time'. No one is going to ask questions. And if someone actually does, we can always put the blame on the new girl. Oh don't look at me like that! I don't mean we'll try to get her convicted of some crime. We'll all feel very sorry for her and insist she was just the victim of circumstance."

"Oh how very magnanimous of you! So kind of you to ensure that your lie doesn't get her in the same kind of trouble you should end up in. And don't talk about what "we" are going to do or not do. I want nothing to do with this nonsense." She turned to storm off, but the doctor grabbed her shoulder.

"Look, Dena. I didn't mean it that way. But come on! You've been here during real crises. Rhakros epidemics and infestations, Aukari mass burnings. You know how bad it can be. We need to know nowif she's going to be able to handle it. And this is the best way we can find out. Low risk, but still high stress."

"Save your justifications for someone that hasn't heard you save your ass with them many times before. I don't deny the grim situations of a real crisis. But these are sweet old folks. Grandmas and Grandpas, living out their last days in comfort at their childrens' expense. They are not "test subjects". Fate decides who gets caught in disasters. Not you!"

The doctor gave his nurse one of those 'you'll never understand' looks and snatched up the schedule charts. "Fine, I'll bring her these charts myself. You go help out in triage. Stay out of her way, she's going to need room to move." He went to a cabinet and dripped a few drops of an amber liquid into each of the seventeen doses of various medicines. "Whew...'Mudslide'...it's gonna get really smelly in there in a little while." He strolled back to the convalescent area and handed the charts and medicine cups to Triss. He placed the cups on a rolling table, along with two additional shelves of covered plates.

"Well here you are...Triss? wasn't it?. Just show some interest, give them lunch and conversation, laugh at their jokes, maybe a song or two, a story, whatever. But be sure to give them their meds on time. I'm sure these old boys and girls will think they're having some kind of crisis from time to time. Just see if you can stay on top of it..." he winked, "...and don't lose anyone."
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