Lilah Emerson (littlemessy) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-04-30 17:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [04] april, lilah emerson, olivia jensen |
Who: Lilah Emerson & Olivia Jensen
Where: At the LBJ Library
When: 4/10, morning
What: A scout mission ends and Lilah has check ups to do.
Lilah loved what she did. Being a nurse was something that she always wanted to do and she thought she was very good at what she did too. It brought her a sense of fulfillment. It just made her feel good overall. Lilah was still young, but she had a strong medical knowledge and the experience to back her up. She got too emotionally involved with the patients and their cases though and she knew that was something she had to work on yet, but Lilah felt like she was slowly finding a good balance as she grew older. She still made a habit of taking too many personal chances when it came to helping others but it was in her nature and that was hard to fight off.
It was also in her nature to want to do more; to go out and experience new situations which made her wish she could go on scout missions sometimes. Lilah knew it was dangerous and that wasn't her job at all, but she felt that she should volunteer and just find out what the rest of Austin had to offer. Lilah was still too new and figured she needed to give the people in charge time to get to know her better before she could ask them to give her assignments that weren't, technically, part of her job description.
Lilah guessed she could just go out and explore on her own - and maybe she would do that one of these days - but she was still learning the LBJ's rules and boundaries as well as the dynamics between shelters. In the meantime, Lilah was back at the health department for another shift. She had taken the morning shift today and it had been an uneventful morning so far. Lilah liked the varied schedule; it gave her the chance of seeing different cases and even meeting different people and, in slow days she could go over old cases and learn more about the infection and how it affected people differently. Lilah was no scientist but someone had to be wondering - and maybe working on identifying - what genetic marker made some people immune and others not.
Maybe one day there would be a cure and the world wold be put back together. It wasn't a bad dream.
But it was just a dream for now and reality told her that she had a patient if the noise on the waiting lounge was a clue. Lilah put down the folder she had been reading and walked over to the door. "Yes?" she asked peering out the exam room. 💗