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[bloodspeaker]

[There's been a tremendous spike in patients recently, and the influx is only worsening as the days pass. The clinic doesn't have a robust staff as it is, so Adrasteius--and probably anyone else on the roster--is more than a little overworked. His expression over the feed is harried, haggard, and more than a little frustrated. Normally, diseases wither into nothing under the influence of the Light, but this illness has proved alarmingly resistant. He can treat the symptoms well enough, but the sickness itself keeps surviving. It would drive him to drink, if he even had time.]

This situation is getting out of hand. If you're still able, and you have the skill, the clinic needs you. I don't just mean healing skill, either--we need people to run supplies, prepare food, organize files, maintain records, all that sort of thing. Just tell me what you're able to do and I'll find you a place.

[Adrasteius runs a hand over his tired face, but his eyes are as bright and steady as ever. They might be bogged down, but he's damn sure not going to turn anyone away--not until taking in more people becomes unsafe.]

And if you think whatever this damn thing is has gotten hold of you, come see us. Not just because we aren't the Initiative--but because even their hospital is probably overflowing. We're busy, but we've still got clean beds and I'm still going to take care of you. I can't eliminate the disease, but I can mitigate whatever pain you're feeling, at least.

Comments

[sword_dancer_e]

Are these coughs really that serious...?

[Pretty sure this is an Elf. Looks like an Elf. Enno is going to refer to Adrasteius as if he were an Elf.]

Krischten, I will help. I am no healer but I can carry anything you have need of.

[bloodspeaker]

What the hell did you just call me?

[sword_dancer_e]

You are not of the Nai'Sar...

[But he's still an Elf? Perhaps.]

Elves, where I come from. Krischten is an initial greeting to an Elf as they aided my people long ago. ...It means 'cherished friend'. I apologize.

[bloodspeaker]

Cherished friend, huh? That's cute. A little forward, but cute. We say bal'a dash, which just means--hello.

[sword_dancer_e]

[Oh jeez. His Elvish is terrible.]

Bal'a dash. [Praying he didn't murder it too badly.]

May I help you? As I said, I can carry anything you have need of.

[bloodspeaker]

[It sounds fine to Adra's ears, but then, he is a little bit distracted.]

I think we're all set on that front. I might still have a use for you, though. With all of these sick people, the regular patients--the kinds who come in with broken legs and accidental burns and all that kind of thing--are going neglected. Are your hands steady enough to change bandages?

[sword_dancer_e]

Yes, I can do this well. [Everyone had to play on-the-spot medic and Enno's not any different.] If you will give me your location I will be there shortly.

[bloodspeaker]

We're not far from the Hold. [he issues more specific directions, including the cross-streets and a description of the building. When he's done, he adds--] What's your name, kid?

[sword_dancer_e]

[He listens intently, already moving to make sure he doesn't miss anything in the directions.]

Call me Enno, and you?

[bloodspeaker]

It's Adrasteius. See you soon.