four; video

[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

[bloodspeaker]

[he shrugs.]

A body is a body. If what's inside is capable of moral reasoning and discernment, everything else is all the same to me.

[showmeyourwreath]

I do think that's what's most important. Still, it's nice to recognize something familiar, sometimes.

[bloodspeaker]

Speak for yourself. Most of my people are goddamn insufferable.

[showmeyourwreath]

...are they? [Not that she doubts him, but "insufferable elves", does not compute.]

[bloodspeaker]

Decadent, corrupt, rife with addictions of all kinds ... [He shakes his head.] It's a long story. We're a sick race, and some are much worse than others.

[showmeyourwreath]

You sound pretty pretty upstanding, at least.

[She knows he said it's a long story, but she can't help but be concerned at the sick bit. :c]

[bloodspeaker]

I wouldn't go that far. [he sighs.] But I make an effort, which is more than most of my people are interested in.

[it's bone-deep, sister! Adra knows that if he keeps on in this vein, he won't be able to stop, and there's work to do.]

Anyway. That's a tale for another day, if ever. I look forward to seeing you at the clinic, Flora.

[showmeyourwreath]

[SHE'D GO THAT FAR!!]

Effort is incredibly important. [But she nods, willing to let the subject drop.

For now. ominous chord]

I'll be there momentarily. Thank you, Adrasteius.