Just What the Dr. Ordered (Open)
Aug 31, 2012 14:31:03 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Nik Kenjutsushi on Aug 31, 2012 14:31:03 GMT -5
((In order to accommodate for other threads, this takes place four days before starting date.))
Nakia Kenjutsushi was not a woman for flights of fancy.
There had been the usual childish dreams when she was young, of course, but growing up too fast tended to chase those dreams away. After leaving, it was all about school, then her degree, then her husband, her children, and her job. Rarely was any time left for fanciful imaginings, and those opportunities usually passed by without a second thought. However, there was one thing that always made her spirit flutter whenever she heard it coming on the news.
"...and our weather report continues tonight with partly cloudy skies and temperatures in the mid- to upper-seventies with highs in the mid-eighties later in the evening. Our reports also show a chance of thunderstorms tonight, so be sure to keep flashlights and candles about just in case of a blackout..."
The news broadcast drifted in through the radio-clock on the desk as the doctor finished filing another report for the day. A few minor bumps and bruises mostly, and only one injury from a chemistry class that needed her healing powers at all. The spot on her arm was still sore, but she hadn't taken the full brunt of the injury this time, so the sunburn-like tenderness would fade in a day or two. Nothing too serious today, and in fact everything seemed quiet.
Smiling to herself at the thought of a warm thunderstorm, the albino woman took out a medical text and began to study, researching more into pediatrics and the differences in treating children versus adults. She knew much of this already from clinic work, but it didn't hurt to be more familiar with childhood illnesses and the like.
As she read, the woman tapped a pen against her lower lip, blue eyes reading the text voraciously. Her hair was up again today, though the shoulder-length locks had partially escaped the hasty ponytail she'd wrapped it into, framing her pale features like cloud wisps. She seemed totally absorbed in her book, though she faced half-way towards the door, lest some poor soul came rushing in with an injury needing tending.
Nakia Kenjutsushi was not a woman for flights of fancy.
There had been the usual childish dreams when she was young, of course, but growing up too fast tended to chase those dreams away. After leaving, it was all about school, then her degree, then her husband, her children, and her job. Rarely was any time left for fanciful imaginings, and those opportunities usually passed by without a second thought. However, there was one thing that always made her spirit flutter whenever she heard it coming on the news.
"...and our weather report continues tonight with partly cloudy skies and temperatures in the mid- to upper-seventies with highs in the mid-eighties later in the evening. Our reports also show a chance of thunderstorms tonight, so be sure to keep flashlights and candles about just in case of a blackout..."
The news broadcast drifted in through the radio-clock on the desk as the doctor finished filing another report for the day. A few minor bumps and bruises mostly, and only one injury from a chemistry class that needed her healing powers at all. The spot on her arm was still sore, but she hadn't taken the full brunt of the injury this time, so the sunburn-like tenderness would fade in a day or two. Nothing too serious today, and in fact everything seemed quiet.
Smiling to herself at the thought of a warm thunderstorm, the albino woman took out a medical text and began to study, researching more into pediatrics and the differences in treating children versus adults. She knew much of this already from clinic work, but it didn't hurt to be more familiar with childhood illnesses and the like.
As she read, the woman tapped a pen against her lower lip, blue eyes reading the text voraciously. Her hair was up again today, though the shoulder-length locks had partially escaped the hasty ponytail she'd wrapped it into, framing her pale features like cloud wisps. She seemed totally absorbed in her book, though she faced half-way towards the door, lest some poor soul came rushing in with an injury needing tending.