She wasn't the senior medic here. Technically, she was still a patient. Sort of.
A senior medic wouldn't have been sleeping in the infirmary, on a hard little bench, getting up every two hours to check on all the mixtures and tinctures and salves that were bubbling away or stewing or whatever it was they did when she wasn't looking...it got to oh-dark-hundred hours, and she'd been up no less than seven times.
Damn seniors. She knew they loved it, sending some other poor sod to do night shift...grumble grumble grumble bitch bitch moan bitch. She was entitled to a little bitch every now and again. Quietly, where no real patients could wander in and hear.
Speaking of - this one sounded mightily panicked for so early in the morning. Definitely male, and not one of the children either, but his voice was hanging out somewhere near the rafters, and rising fast!
She sighed and tightened the straps on her leg. She'd only just taken it off again five minutes ago.
"Dying? You're not dying. You're making too much noise to be dying, and not enough gurgling. Gurgle some more."
If she sounded brisk enough, it would reassure him. She hadn't figured out why yet, but so far it seemed to hold true.
Ah yes. This one. She knew him by sight well enough - he was a tall one, and not many people ambled through life with purple streaks in their hair unless they wanted to be memorable! If her memory was any good at half past fuck-you in the morning, she'd stitched him up a couple of times for minor mishaps in weapons training. What was his name again?
"Sit down, and we'll have a look at you to see what's...whoa. I've never seen anything like that before."
His eye was purple. Solid purple. No iris, no pupil, just a strange silvery purple sheen. She'd have thought it was a glass one, except...yeah. Surely she'd remember if anyone had needed a glass eye fitted lately.
"Did you know your eye's gone purple?"
