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| Jill Hart | Joel Marsetti | Elijah McMurran | Danielle Crowley | Peter Crowley |
Jill: If I may ask you some questions, Dr. Marsetti?
Joel: Why, certainly, Jill. Fire away.
Jill: Exactly who and what does the staff currently consist of?
Joel: Well, there is Trajedie Remourna, she is a medical student and my apprentice who also acts as a nurse, Fay Le'Voures over there also acts as a nurse and doctor's aide, Nicholas Romolo is currently indisposed due to surgery, but he is an active doctor here otherwise, and he's bringing another nurse with him.
Jill: Nods. You don't have a Healer? Raises an eyebrow at him.
Joel: I'm an adequate healer myself, Jill, though Doctor Romolo most likely falls best under that category, of course tempered with a thorough medicinal education as well.
Jill: You have no one adept at healing magic?
Joel: Frowns a little bit, though not much. Once more, Doctor Romolo is our resident healer. He is quite skilled in that particular area, though that is not his only strong suit.
Jill: …But you said Dr. Romolo was indisposed.
Joel: Currently. I have been able to suffice in his absence for the time being.
Jill: I see. Well, that is all I was questioning. Thank you.
Joel: Excellent, I hope those were the answers you were looking for.
Jill: Just stares at him.
Joel: Smiles back to her, and takes a sip of tea. Nothing else you wished to ask?
Jill: No, Dr. Marsetti. That was all.
Joel: Very well then. Would you like some tea?
Jill: …Why not?
Joel: Off to the kettle he goes, made only moments ago, too. Fresh tea is poured into a cup, and soon brought back to her. Take a seat anywhere you'd like as well. Even on one of the patient's beds, if you fancy. If they complain, there's plenty of morphine to keep them quiet.
Jill: … Stares at him and takes a seat in a chair.
Joel: Sips his tea, then clears his throat, also sitting. …I'm kidding, of course. The patient is our first priority in this infirmary.
Jill: Nods and sips the tea. …What facilities does it have?
Joel: I'm afraid to say that we only have the more… basic of equipment. This is after all, an infirmary, not a medical wing. Sips his tea once more.
Jill: I see. I assume you're the same Dr. Marsetti who wrote that… book.
Joel: Smiles. Why, yes. Yes I am.
Jill: Hm.
Joel: That's not a good sign. Any reason why you bring it up?
Jill: I was just curious. Sips tea.
Joel: Nods. I see. Sips his tea as well. She's a real live wire.
Jill: It would explain your lack of healers.
Joel: Blinks. I beg your pardon?
Jill: I believe your thesis stated that you did not think healers quite up to snuff in comparison to doctors.
Joel: Well… That was not quite the point I was trying to convey. I was merely trying to emphasize a need for medicinal knowledge.
Jill: I see. How long will this Dr. Romolo be away?
Joel: Recovery is individual. He has undergone brain surgery and is undergoing chemotherapy now.
Jill: I see. You can't give an estimate?
Joel: I can give an educated guess and say perhaps three months.
Jill: Goodness.
Joel: I know, I hope his recovery is swifter and leaves him a healthier man than when he was committed.
Jill: Stares a bit, sipping tea.
Joel: It's not polite to stare. Sips his tea. You're hired.
Jill: Smiles. Thank you.
Joel: You're most welcome. It'll be good to have another pair of capable hands in the infirmary.
Jill: I'm sure it will be.
Fay: Right on over. Doctor Marsetti, everything has been taken care of post-surgery. Iz that all?
Joel: Hm? Yes, thank you! If I can't make it, please make a room call to Mr. Crowley tomorrow.
Jill: Are you going somewhere?
Joel: No, I'm remaining in the infirmary for the night.
Jill: Oh, I was wondering why you couldn't make a room call.
Joel: That? It's just-in-case, really. I don't think I should make the call if the Elements decide to drop in, or if Adam takes another turn for the worse.
Jill: … Stares at him. What a weirdo.
Joel: It's true about the Elements, you know! Quint/Essence and Ice all had come here. Fate was here too, if my apprentice is correct. Sips his tea.
Jill: Stares at him, sipping her tea.
Joel: Sips his tea again. They weren't very friendly, but we did make them tea, Nicholas and I.
Jill: I see. Stares at him.
Joel: Laughs. I suppose it does sound unrealistic, doesn't it?
Jill: Rather fanciful for a grown man
Joel: Eyes twinkle a little bit. It would be, if it weren't true. You can ask the regent himself.
Jill: Shrugs a bit, sipping tea.
Joel: I wouldn't guess you got visitors like THAT in the prior hospitals.
Jill: Certainly not.
Joel: Stick with us, Jill. Things can get quite interesting here. Winks.
Jill: Stares at him and sips her tea. What an idiot.
Joel: … Clears his throat a bit and drains the rest of his tea. What a stick in the mud.
Jill: Continues to drink her tea slowly, eyes still wandering around the infirmary.
Infirmary: Pretty clean at least! Fay and Traj Traj saw to that!
Jill: Well that's something.
Joel: Up he stands, and sets his cup in an appropriate spot.
Elijah: …Yes, Danielle?
Dani: Grandpa is asleep in the courtyard and I can't push his wheelchair, so I can't get him out and he won't wake up.
Elijah: Oh shieeee…. Eyes widen and runs/sprints to the courtyard!
Dani: Can't keep up. Doesn't even know why he's running.
Elijah: And is indeed running SUPAHNATURALLY, which may be weird to see.
Dani: It iiis. My bro's a monstar.
Elijah: Got to the courtyard!
Peter: Indeed there.
Elijah: Grandpa? Goes over to him and LOOKS AT HIM.
Peter: Just looks like he normally does. Though he does have a knee brace of sorts on as well!
Elijah: Goes over and shakes him unceremoniously. Grandpa?!!!
Peter: It takes some shaking, but his eyes do open. …un?
Elijah: Grandpa? Are you okay?
Peter: Mhm… Nods dully.
Elijah: Phew… I thought you'd died.
Peter: Stares at him. …Jus' nee surgery… Yawns.
Elijah: You had knee surgery?
Peter: Nods. …yesterday. Yawns again.
Elijah: Are you okay?
Peter: Straightens himself on his chair, putting his hands on the wheels. Finally fully conscious. I am.
Elijah: What's the matter with your knee?
Peter: …Knees. Messed them up a long time ago, a lot of wear and tear, and never did anything about it. Tore my… manyscus? …It was a long time go. They didn't heal very well, and it came back and bit me.
Elijah: Oh, I'm sorry… Are they gonna get better?
Peter: Doctor Marsetti said I may be in this wheelchair for the rest of my life. I'm getting used to it. Pats the wheels.
Elijah: Frowns. I'm sorry, Grandpa.
Peter: It's alright, Elijah. That's how it goes.
Elijah: Well, uh… you shouldn't sleep in the courtyard.
Peter: I just nodded off. I'm sorry to worry you.
Elijah: Can I take you to your room?
Peter: If you want. I'd appreciate it.
Elijah: Goes behind Peter to wheel him to his room.
Peter: Puts his hands in his lap as he does so. How is Aidae?
Elijah: A brat. Grins.
Peter: Chuckles. She'll grow out of it…
Elijah: Hope so.
Peter: My door is always open if you ever want to talk.
Elijah: Oh, sure… Though I doubt Dad was a brat when he was little.
Peter: What do you think he was like?
Elijah: Um… Uhm… Uh… Can't imagine John as anything but a grown up.
Peter: Chuckles. He was… cold. That's the best word I can think of to describe him.
Elijah: Could'a turned the AC down a bit in your house, huh?
Peter: Yes… Well. He really only became that way when he was eleven.
Elijah: Oh… Dad told me about that.
Peter: I don't think he's told many people that. If he has told you, there's no doubt that you're close to him.
Elijah: Well, he is my dad.
Peter: More chuckling. He's certainly changed… for the better, too.
Elijah: Yup!
Peter: A little more like his old self. Before the incident. …Still could be a brat though.
Elijah: Well… Thanks for having him!
Peter: You're welcome, Elijah. Thank you for helping him.
Elijah: Oh, I didn't do anything
Peter: I wouldn't think that from how he talks.
Elijah: What's he say?
Peter: He said that he owes this entire life to you, Jessica, Adam and Daniel.
Elijah: Well, uh… I'm sure he could've worked things out on his own. I mean, all I ever did was bother him and ask him stupid questions and stuff.
Peter: Looks like that's what he needed.
Elijah: I was a really stupid kid.
Peter: You weren't all that bad at all.
Elijah: That's nice of you, Grandpa. Opens the door to his room.
Peter: Thank you for taking me to my room, Elijah.
Elijah: Smiles. Do you need anything else?
Peter: No, thank you.
Elijah: Alright, sleep well, Grandpa!
