Lady Sybil (ladysybil) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-07-29 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~~!35 points, ~~cesare borgia (for_family), ~~lady sybil crawley (ladysybil) |
Who: Sybil, Cesare
What: The 'plague'
Where: Cesare's apartment
When: Now
Warnings: Serious illness? Will update if anything else comes up.
Sybil still wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't dreaming, or perhaps drawn into something even deeper, a comatose state. She had often wondered about her patients who seemed beyond reach, if they could hear the outside world, and if not, what their minds might conjure up for them. She didn't recall having been in an accident, but then she didn't suppose she would have.
Whatever had happened to her, it seemed that she was being thrown straight into a crisis. An infectious illness: possibly a serious disease, and no way yet to tell. The man she had communicated with via the object that called itself a telephone had been in no fit mental state to give her the details about symptoms that she really needed. He was calling it a plague, and there was no reasoning with men once they had latched onto that sort of melodrama.
Fortunately Sybil had already seen her fair share of horrors, she could rely upon herself to keep a level head, no matter what. Isolate the patients, she told herself mentally, assess the symptoms, determine the vector. There were more that died of infection and illness than of the wounds themselves, in her hospital. She knew what to do.
Maybe if she prevented this, she could go home. She reached the door bearing the number she had been given, and straightened her clean white apron before rapping the knocker sharply. Only after she had done so did she wonder if her patient would be well enough to reach the door and let her in. She'd wait a moment, she decided, give him some time.