Darius Delacreaux (painkilling) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-11 12:52:00 |
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The clinic director had kicked him out. Well, maybe kicked was a harsh word. She'd firmly encouraged him to take the rest of the day off after spending the last ten days pulling twelve to sixteen hour shifts. Sure, he knew that kind of work level probably wasn’t healthy, but after all the crisis’s lately, and the normal flow of new people who decided to get up to mischief because it was summer and the weather was nice enough to go on ‘exciting adventures’. Which really meant to make bad decisions that ended with people in the clinics with broken arms and legs, or other various injuries. Of course, all of the crazy that had been happening lately hadn’t helped. He’d heard there’d been plenty of people laid up for a bit after the most recent attack. Man, how did all this keep happening? With eyes absently scanning the fruit in front of him, Darius was vaguely trying to pick out some ripe pieces to gnaw on before maybe going for a walk over to the Fighter’s Guild. Certainly, they could use some healing if the clinic wouldn’t take his services for the day. Though, maybe the director had a point. She’d urged him to go out, find something to do for himself. That he should take the day to go out and relax, that he was looking a little worn out and that wasn’t good for anyone. A hand came up, rubbing over his short cropped hair for a moment before he sighed. Maybe going back to the Mages Tower and just sleeping the rest of the day away would be the best use of his time. That was, until he could go back to the clinic tomorrow. However, he didn’t really want to sleep, even if he was kind of tired. At least, that was part of the problem, but standing around the FG guild hall and waiting for the Fighters to mess each other up didn’t seem entirely appealing either. Another sigh slipped out as he plucked an apple, a peach, and a nectarine from the selection in front of him, paid for the fruit and headed out of the little shop beginning to rub the apple in the hem of his shirt to clean it off. Maybe just a walk around Emillion would be good for now. It’d been a while since he’d done that. |