It was late, and the infirmary still needed a lot of work. Isla had just emerged from the study where she had started trying to keep rudimentary notes on those who had visited her so far in the Sanctuary. The treatment rooms and the ward, at least, were clean now and functional, but it was all woefully under-equipped.
Rubbing at her forehead, the medic sighed and walked on quiet feet through to the little anteroom that served as a reception, preparing to leave for the night. The temperature, while pleasant through the day, dropped alarmingly after sunset, and as such she was bundled up in a ragged scarf she had found and a coat too large for her willowy frame. She'd started a fire in the study, but even a few steps out of it and she was seriously considering sleeping in the infirmary.
In fact, Isla paused to gaze back through the ward wistfully. What would the harm be, really? She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand, shaking off the thought and turning up her collar. Soon, she thought, there would be more medics, ones with magic, and nurses and others to help out. Best not to start thinking of the place as hers.
Rubbing at her forehead, the medic sighed and walked on quiet feet through to the little anteroom that served as a reception, preparing to leave for the night. The temperature, while pleasant through the day, dropped alarmingly after sunset, and as such she was bundled up in a ragged scarf she had found and a coat too large for her willowy frame. She'd started a fire in the study, but even a few steps out of it and she was seriously considering sleeping in the infirmary.
In fact, Isla paused to gaze back through the ward wistfully. What would the harm be, really? She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand, shaking off the thought and turning up her collar. Soon, she thought, there would be more medics, ones with magic, and nurses and others to help out. Best not to start thinking of the place as hers.
