1 Nurses and Doctors never Sleep. [Daremo][B-Rank Mission] Sun May 27, 2018 4:28 pm
Niala
D-rank
- Mission Taken - In Case of Emergency (B-Rank):
Mission name: In Case of Emergency [Repeatable]
Mission rank: B
Objective: Handle the ER for the day
Location: Kiri Hospital
Reward: 500
Mission description: You have been assigned to the Emergency Room. Help out any patients that come in.
Mission details: May only be taken by a shinobi with Medical Ninjutsu as a speciality. Now that you are farther along in your medical training, you have been entrusted with the ER. Anything and everything or nothing at all [you decide!] could come through those doors, and you are expected to deal with it as best as you can. NPCs may be invented as needed, or this mission may be taken as a group [all members must have Medical Ninjutsu as a speciality].
I hope things get better from here on out.
Niala sat behind the nurses station wearing the same dusty pink colored scrubs she had started her shift in - out of everything that had happened so far nothing had got on her that would have forced her to have to change. She was in one of many rolling chairs, hunched over a section of the long desk with two files open in front of her: a set of completed ones already stacked off to her left that was about ten folders - and now eleven as she added another to the pile - tall. Since the abuse case had come in the evening had been fairly smooth sailing, minus questions here and there from other members of staff to see if she was alright and if she wanted to continue her shift. Many of them had got an eyeful of just how large the young girl’s abusive father was when he was practically carried out by three members of law enforcement and the sheer size difference between the pair had garnered Niala some sympathy - as well as some looks from the male staff who seemed a mixture of amused and weary that she had taken on such a brute and made it out of the room without a scratch on her pretty little head. One of these male members of staff had even worked up the courage to ask her out, ending with Naila rejecting him as nicely as possible before making a hasty exit made possible by a crying baby in need of a shot of medicine to lower an already low-grade fever.
Her next patient after the abuse case had been a boy who had very clearly broken his wrist in a fall while playing a game - the kids he had been playing with had piled into his ER room and were all high-fiving each other over the fact that even though their friend had broken his wrist he had made a miraculous save and won them the game. She had patched the kid up and sent him on his way along with his friends - each one demanding a high five from her for her ‘excellent doctor work’ in helping their buddy as they had put it. Following that case had been someone clearly drug seeking - there wasn’t an injury on their body, and after a quick chakra scan it had been revealed there was nothing wrong internally either: no reason at all for the patient to be claiming that they were in excruciating pain. Niala had simply called security discreetly and had the person removed, marking the drug seeking behavior in the file so that it would always be part of that person’s information for future reference. Following that had been a first-time set of parents who were freaking out because their baby had a mild non-threatening cold and a very low grade fever. She had administered appropriate medication along with intravenous fluids to prevent the baby from becoming dehydrated, and then had sent them on the way with discharge instructions to come back should the fever spike higher than one-hundred degrees or if a rash should occur. Following that Niala had been about to take a quick break to grab a cup of herbal tea when a man had been directed through the doors with a bandage wrapped around his hand, escorted by his clearly upset wife. She had taken the case immediately and found that the man had been attempting a home do it yourself project and had been trying to carve a design into a chair when his knife had stuck hard in the wood and then broken free and right into the man’s hand. The man had taken the whole ordeal much better than his wife who had assured Niala she was certain he was bleeding to death despite the blood not even having seeped through the bandage. Niala, while keeping a very good poker face to keep from chuckling at the woman’s hysterics, had simply healed the man up good as new and sent him on his way with a suggestion about getting some professional help with his carving project.
No sooner had that pair been discharged had Niala received news from another nurse that her drug-seeker was back, only this time she had broken her wrist - and from the looks of things it had been done on purpose. Much to the woman’s dismay - as she had immediately upon seeing Niala demanded something for pain - Niala had simply used a minor numbing jutsu on the woman’s wrist to take the pain away and then had set it and healed it good as new before discharging her and sending her on her way. The woman had left, but not before a few nasty choice words to Niala and an insult about her mother: all of which Niala had simply brushed off of her shoulders instead of letting it get under her skin. From that point Niala had ended up with a child who had shoved a tiny toy cat up her nose followed by a tiny toy firetruck and a tiny toy policeman. While Niala had clearly complimented the little girl on her attempt to rescue the kitten with fireman and the police, she simply removed the objects from the child’s nose and advised her that next time she shouldn’t stick anything up there at all. The frazzled mother had said her thanks before the pair had likewise left, discharge papers in hand along with the requested baggie of removed objects as well.
Every situation changes us for better or worse. Or, perhaps it just opens our eyes to the cold and horrible truth.
As Niala sat there, jotting down notes in the last of the files from the other non-mentioned situations that had occurred so far she couldn’t help but to think back to the first. Doctor Kobayashi had done what most doctors wouldn’t have dared, giving the woman more than enough money to restart her life with her daughter, as well as a place to live away from the bad memories their home had. It was more than Niala could have ever done had she attempted to handle that situation, and it had given her a goal to strive towards. This had only become more cemented within her mind when the young girl whom she had protected and healed had graced her with a hug and words of thanks: she had returned the hug and simply whispered that there was no reason to thank her, she was happy to help. It was a situation that she felt had made a mark on her very soul - especially due to the darkness that had crept into her if even for one of the briefest of moments. She had wanted so badly to hurt the girl’s abusive father. It hadn’t mattered that he was laying on the floor, unable to move as he convulsed and seized. It hadn’t mattered to her one bit that he was already in a hell of a lot of pain due to the technique that Niala had used on him. All she had known in that moment was that she had wanted to torture him, to hurt him, to go against the oath of “first do no harm” that she had taken upon become a medical professional. Thoughts like that weren’t like Niala: she was a sweet and kind girl who simply wanted to help people, and to see no one suffer. Yet, in that moment she had. In that moment darkness had wrapped around her very soul and demanded she lash out. She hadn’t, but she had come close: closer than she ever wanted to admit to anyone.
With the thoughts of the darkness she had almost embraced still fresh in her mind she closed the last folder after signing her name and added it to the stack of cases she had already dealt with that evening. The cases were added into a drawer which she locked moments later, where they would remain until the filing clerk came and picked them up during his or her next rounds. Seeing no one around and feeling as if she needed some breathing room, Niala stood up and after a moment of stretching made a bee-line down the hall and towards the nurse’s lounge, slipping in before she could be noticed and called off to do something by one of the other nurses.
The room was comfortable and cool, furnished with plush chairs and lots of tables. The place smelled like coffee, and there was a machine and a teapot in the corner to supply the constant caffeine needs of the medical staff. It was to this teapot that Niala made her way, snagging a clean mug off of the counter and wiping it out with a paper towel to ensure it was clean - tossing the used paper towel in the nearby trash can. She took a moment to pick through the flavors of tea, using it as a means to distract her from where her mind currently was. Eventually she decided on a cinnamon flavored tea bag, popping it into her cup and leaving the string to hang out as she poured hot water into the cup. Grabbing a few packs of sugar she headed to one of the tables nearby where she sat and sighed, glad that the room was empty. With her mind clouded she found herself staring into her tea once more, watching as the clear water slowly began to tint to a brownish red, unaware of the way her hands shook as she thought back to how strongly the dark urges had been for her when it came to that brute of a man. “I’m turning into a monster…”, she muttered beneath her breath. She had another eight hours of her shift: she knew she had to get it together.
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