Ellie Morgan ❇ Jaenelle Angelline (witchchild) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-10-04 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot week, !virus, ellie morgan, rana mistry |
Who: Ellie Morgan and Rana Mistry
What: Honestly, it's not as if they haven't (re)met this way before...
Where: The Reincarnate Clinic
When: Tuesday, October 4, 2016; afternoon
Warnings: Language, mostly. Brief references to violence and sex. They're Blood, it's part of the package.
Status: Complete
Ellie knew that you couldn't save everybody. Everyone had told her that, including Jaenelle, who had learned it the hard way. That didn't make it any easier to see people getting sicker and sicker and not being able to do anything about it. She'd been in Kaeleer, when the virus had come around the first time, two years before. She hadn't seen what it could do, then. This time it was worse, they said. People were getting sicker, faster, and there wasn't much you could do sometimes except just make them comfortable so that they could go in peace. Ellie was good at that. She'd sat at a few bedsides, held a few hands, crooned songs of gentle death in a language that nobody but her understood. After, she got up and she moved on to the next person that she could do something for. There wasn't any time to stop and mourn the ones you lost, not while so many were still sick.
She’d been able to take off school for it, at least. Her professors probably shouldn’t have let her do it, not really, but it was really very hard to argue with Ellie Morgan once she made up her mind about something. She hadn’t had to make the sun stand still for them, at least. She’d just managed to persuade them that, since she was pre-med, and this was a medical emergency, it really was almost like class. She’d just have to turn all her homework in, still. She hadn’t had time to do a single bit of it, since she’d started.
It hadn't taken long before she'd started wearing her Jewels openly. No one was going to ask why she had that strange necklace on. Nobody really knew what they were, just stones in a gold setting. She hadn't quite drained the Black yet, she'd been careful to use only dabs of power, when she knew that something was a lost case. It was a hard call to make, but Ellie was a Healer. Part of that was knowing how to make the hard calls.
She didn't know most of her patients. It was better that way, because that way she could stay objective. She could know when she had to admit defeat and let The Darkness claim them, knowing that they wouldn't even rise demon-dead. If it was someone that she loved... there was only so far that you could be objective.
The next one didn't sound familiar at all, and she would have definitely remembered the name if she'd heard it, or seen it, before. It was pretty. Not that she'd tell... him? She checked the chart, saw that it was a man, and was even more determined not to tell him that his name was one of the prettiest she'd ever heard. Males could be so touchy about things like that. Instead, she walked in with a smile on her face. "Rana? My name's Ellie, let's take a look at how you're..."
There was something familiar in that room. Something that made her stop, eyes wide and sapphire blue, before she even finished her sentence.