Celia Brindley (sordidreward) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-09-26 09:52:00 |
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Celia wiped sweat off her brow, wincing when her fingers caught on the bandage covering gash on her forehead. A few stitches were there, pulling the skin back together where it had been separated by a falling cannister. Such was her payment for trying to help the brainless brutes construct a barricade to save half their precious sanctuary. The stitches themselves were messy; she was surprised they hadn’t torn by now. She adjusted her glasses, pushing them up the bridge of her nose, and continued plucking hibiscus plants out of the ground. Botany was of little interest to her, but the medical team was utilizing the natural antibiotic effects of certain plants. That, as well as her endeavor to blend in and get to know the regular survivors, were the only reasons she was out here today. With so many people living in one place, it was easy to pretend she’d been here all along. “I don’t know one doctor back home who knows this sort of skill set,” she said, flipping her hair out of her face to look over at the blonde. Vaguely she cursed having lost her hair tie somewhere in the foliage. She had more back in her room, but they were too far out to make the trip back just for that. “Did you take botany or anything like that while you were in medical school?” Dr. Stone was the only female medical professional working in the infirmary. Influential women, women of power, held a lot of intrigue for Celia. |