Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
The moon was moving towards full each day now. It waxed towards the brighter sphere, and with every night closer he felt stronger, healthier. 'Last one for the night.' Felix Lyleson was finishing his rounds on the ground floor of St. Raphael's hospital. He tended to deal with the walk-ins at the emergency area - well, those that coukd walk. He checked their vitals. That was his job, checking vitals, running things to the proper area, providing IVs and medicines, dispensing vaccines - especially in flu season, and doing a few things like bandaging wounds and helping people understand what was happening to them.
Understanding and decoding doctor lingo was an important skill. Too many forgot how to tone it down.
The man in the blue scrubs picked up the clipboard outside of the room for a woman so named Nova Starkweather, 20. 'You won the interesting name lottery.' He considered as his hazel eyes ran over the rest of the details on the form as he walked into the room. Felix knew who she was. This wasn't the first time she had been in and it likely wouldn't be the last. The details on the clipboard explained the situation.
Nova returned to them because of severe breathing issues and hastened heart palpitations. She had been here a week now, and his eyes skimmed it to see if the doctors had figured anything out yet.
'Yep.' Finally. He skimmed the language on the page. Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. He gave a nod to himself before he looked up.
He lifted his eyes and smiled at the blonde woman there, quickly taking in her poise and appearance to discern her situation and try to steel himself for any reaction. Sick and wounded people were rarely the nicest. "Hello again, Ms. Starkweather," he greeted her calmly. "Has anyone been in yet to tell you about the doctor's findings?"
~***~
Ada Lovelock was free at last from her home as night fell on the world, and she was out as soon as she could be, stretching up once her feet touched the concrete. 'On to the Esquire.' Felix liked to meet there some evenings, play pool, pretend to be normal. He tended to want to go out more the closer they got to the full moon. The chemicals in his body raged with a need to release, too enjoy competition, or otherwise be a bit of a douche.
Ada just enjoyed getting out. Getting new material.
The fact it was in the territory of ornery vampires was a mild annoyance, but the black haired woman ignored that as much as possible. She had no interest in joining their society or separating herself from humanity. She found ways to live in it without murdering pets.
That wasn't really her style.
Though her style of attire still brought interesting looks her way. Ever since she discovered the mix of Victorian styles used in Lolita fashion, she added it to her repertoire; it felt almost like something off her time. It just wasn't mainstream in the States, so people gawked at the black and white Lolita dress the author wore. She just smiled, hardly phased by such things now.
At least the Esquire folk were used to her now, and soon enough she saw the golden sign. That was when she took out her phone and sent a quick text on towards Felix.
'Here. See you soon.'
Understanding and decoding doctor lingo was an important skill. Too many forgot how to tone it down.
The man in the blue scrubs picked up the clipboard outside of the room for a woman so named Nova Starkweather, 20. 'You won the interesting name lottery.' He considered as his hazel eyes ran over the rest of the details on the form as he walked into the room. Felix knew who she was. This wasn't the first time she had been in and it likely wouldn't be the last. The details on the clipboard explained the situation.
Nova returned to them because of severe breathing issues and hastened heart palpitations. She had been here a week now, and his eyes skimmed it to see if the doctors had figured anything out yet.
'Yep.' Finally. He skimmed the language on the page. Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. He gave a nod to himself before he looked up.
He lifted his eyes and smiled at the blonde woman there, quickly taking in her poise and appearance to discern her situation and try to steel himself for any reaction. Sick and wounded people were rarely the nicest. "Hello again, Ms. Starkweather," he greeted her calmly. "Has anyone been in yet to tell you about the doctor's findings?"
~***~
Ada Lovelock was free at last from her home as night fell on the world, and she was out as soon as she could be, stretching up once her feet touched the concrete. 'On to the Esquire.' Felix liked to meet there some evenings, play pool, pretend to be normal. He tended to want to go out more the closer they got to the full moon. The chemicals in his body raged with a need to release, too enjoy competition, or otherwise be a bit of a douche.
Ada just enjoyed getting out. Getting new material.
The fact it was in the territory of ornery vampires was a mild annoyance, but the black haired woman ignored that as much as possible. She had no interest in joining their society or separating herself from humanity. She found ways to live in it without murdering pets.
That wasn't really her style.
Though her style of attire still brought interesting looks her way. Ever since she discovered the mix of Victorian styles used in Lolita fashion, she added it to her repertoire; it felt almost like something off her time. It just wasn't mainstream in the States, so people gawked at the black and white Lolita dress the author wore. She just smiled, hardly phased by such things now.
At least the Esquire folk were used to her now, and soon enough she saw the golden sign. That was when she took out her phone and sent a quick text on towards Felix.
'Here. See you soon.'
