Every time I say something they find hard to hear Who: Viola and Bellamy What: House call Where: Bellamy's apartment When: Friday evening, after Bellamy returns to Glynn
Viola suspected that a more forgiving and compassionate person would have done her best to release her skepticism over whatever conversation Marshal Bellamy wanted to have with her. Unfortunately, the past week's events had done little to put her in a particularly compassionate mood. Between her narrowly avoided animal attack, and having her efforts to volunteer roundly dismissed by some of the Aurellian populous even in the event of an actual emergency, and her impending choice about whether or not to marry Linden, her capacity to listen to her repeatedly noncompliant patient was diminished, to say the least.
But she went, because she was a doctor, and this was what a doctor did. Besides, it was at least curious that the Marshal had reached out for her opinion and not Linden's. It didn't make her trust that he would follow her advice, given his track record. Perhaps he just didn't want to bother the famous surgeon with a menial task.
Yes. That was probably it.
Nevertheless, Viola held her head high as she rapped on the Marshal's door, managing a polite smile when he answered it, though her eyes were clearly already assessing his walk, the posture of his body, and his general demeanor, alert for signs of pain. "Marshal," she said, gliding into his small apartment. "How are you feeling? I do hope travel hasn't exacerbated your wound too much."