Linden, Viola, and Court | Clinic Foyer
He finally felt fully awake and ready to do something, anything, worthwhile. Coffee and an energetic ride with Achal had wiped away the exhaustion of the previous night and replaced it with a feeling of restlessness. Court needed something to occupy his hands and mind. It was that more than any lingering guilt over Allen’s injuries that brought him to the clinic when the surgeon was expected to arrive.
Knowing what he intended to ask to be able to do, Court wore an outfit that he didn’t rightly care if it became soiled and that he knew from experience was easy to clean if it was. The fact that said outfit was his khaki tropical service uniform only brought an ironic smile to his face. For all he was trying to never wear the uniform again, it had a utility he couldn’t escape.
The man who could only be the surgeon and Viola’s former fiancé walked through the door. Court rose and walked over to greet him, not extending a hand but giving a little bow of his head. “Doctor Cress, I presume. I’m Major Courtenay Auster. Marshal Bellamy is in the next room, Doctor Rosier was beginning his preparations when I first arrived.”