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I'm no med student, but I am willing to bet good money that any doctor on their free time would love a good book or two. I certainly do when I'm not getting whipped by school work x-x
Yes, I'm well aware that the anatomy chart is upside down, sometimes the cleaners get lazy. Jokes aside I THINK this is actually the first pokemon pic I've done, so there's a big first! Glad the first was Lugia ngl, I kinda simp for her ngl.
But! Here we are, Lugia doctor. Also, a bit of a mini-rant for those who read this far down: FUCK DOORS I HATE DRAWING DOORS, ALL MY HOMIES HATE DOORS AND THERE STUPID ASS KNOBS
Also, the story that was written by my friend:
Mary’s footsteps echoed through the silent hospital corridor. The doctor eyed her follow up list as she toured the western wing. Our Lady’s Hope wasn’t a large hospital, not by any means, but it's dedicated staff worked tirelessly to give it a solid reputation in the little town it resided in. Mary had only been there for a couple of years. The other doctors looked to her as greenhorn. That suited her just fine, she would prove herself.
She passed a door and stopped. The weight in her pocket grew heavier as she peered inside the softly lit room. There stood an empty bed, or at least what appeared to be one. A closer look revealed that beneath the bundle of ruffled sheets lay a tiny figure, almost comically small compared to the mattress. Human patients were not uncommon, but treating the little dears often proved difficult because of their size. That John had lived at all from his accident, let alone that the surgeons saved his eyes, was a miracle.
Twelve hours. It had taken the surgeons almost twelve hours with miniaturized tools and a robotic arm to do it. Their resident surgeon thought it too risky to attempt, and a specialist needed to be flown in.
He was sleeping, Mary drummed her fingers on the doorway and debated if she should disturb him. The patient chose for her, stirring. “Hello? Is someone there?” John whispered, moving to sit up and to face the door. He couldn’t see her, most of his head wrapped in bandages and gauze.
“It’s just me John, sorry to wake you,” Mary replied, the lugia took care not to bump her broad tail as she squeezed through the frame.
He relaxed against the pillow they propped him up against, and Mary’s heart warmed as John's lips curled into a smile. “Oh, it's alright, “he chuckled, “I don’t mind the company. I was hoping to see you again.”
Mary felt bad for the poor man. He couldn’t leave the bed on his own lest someone bump into him, nevermind that lack of sight. Mary spied the doorway, assured that few would be up aside from the midnight staff, she felt around her pocket and pulled out a small book. She waited a minute before remembering with a blush that he couldn’t see it. She maneuvered to John’s side, it was not professional for her to be joining him in the bed, but it wasn’t like he took up much room, nor was it the first time she had done this. She’s spent what time she could between shifts with John, keeping him company.
It hurt to see him all alone like this, and a doctor’s job was to heal. How could she only heal part of him while neglecting his other needs? It wouldn’t do. “I was thinking we would do something a little different tonight,” she started.
“Oh?” the man cocked his head at her.
“I remember you mentioned liking the Royal Rubicon series... would you like for me to read the newest book to you?”
“The new one came out?” He gasped, “I— yes, I’d love that!” John beamed and grew more giddy than she’d seen him in the weeks he’d been there.
Mary shuffled closer, opening the book, and read as John listened intently.
--
Mary wasn’t sure how long she’d spent there reading, but a soft knock startled her, and it took tremendous will not to jump and rattle John.
“Doctor Michalska?” A voice whispered, Mary glanced up from her book and was with the muzzle of Nurse Amelia. The gruff hyena eyed the two of them from the partially open door.
Mortified, Mary looked to her side and saw John fast asleep, the human laying against her thigh, and his bed sheets cuddled up in a bunch in his arms. Mary blushed furiously, putting a finger to her lips to shush the curious nurse before she carefully supported John’s back with a palm and guided him back down to the bed. She left his side, wincing as the bed creaked, but thankfully their patient remained soundly unconscious.
Mary said nothing as she walked to the door, and it was only when she was fully out of the room and faced with matronly hyena’s steady gaze that the lugia crumbled. “I-I’m sorry you had to see that Amelia, I know it’s unprofessional of me but-”
“No, it’s okay, I get it.” Amelia stopped her, “They’re cute, far too cute for how stupidly they hurt themselves sometimes.”
Mary blinked, letting out the tension in her tail she didn’t even know she held with a sigh. “I don’t even know what it is about them.” She glanced back at John, the room's motion detectors having finally cut the lights, “ It's just...when you look into their eyes, and you see that certain spark; all the emotion--How something so small can have so much life to it. When you see 'em get better, the little smile they get when they look up at you..."
She didn’t say it, but Mary desperately hoped that she’d get to see the day John's eyes could look up at her again, when he was all better. It was hard not to feel some maternal warmth to them: small, frail-looking, yet they had such soul in them.
Amelia nodded sagely. The older woman placed a palm on Mary’s shoulder, “It makes it all seem worth it, doesn’t it?”
“It does… it’s hard not to spoil them a little. But...”
“But?” Amelia eyed her.
“But sometimes I feel like I can’t do it. It hurts when you lose a patient, but it seems almost worse when it's a human. I’m not supposed to pick favourites but when I think about John and how he might never see again I…” she choked.
The hyena slung an arm around Mary’s shoulder and walked them to the next room and handed the doctor a small clipboard, “I ever tell you about when I worked in the neonatal ward in Silver Peak?”
Mary unconsciously scanned the chart Amelia handed her, reading such things second nature by then: The fox would need his prescriptions in a few hours, but he was doing well.
“I don’t think you ever did,” in fact, ever since she met her, Mary couldn’t recall Amelia talking about herself much at all. Amelia was a little cold, abrasive even at the worst of times. It was par for the course. The nurse had worked at the hospital longer than Mary had been alive, even if she didn’t hold the title of a head nurse the other nurses definitely treated her like one. She was experienced, no nonsense. It made for a scary figure in a stressful place like a hospital.
“Well, I did. And one day a human couple came in, the woman was pregnant. Something went wrong, and she needed an emergency c-section. I don’t remember a lot of that day, but it was just hours of chaos; getting the right people to the right place to help them; consoling the poor father while he waited; making sure the baby nursed, then bringing in special equipment when that went awry; making sure that the mother was okay and healing well. It’s scary how vivid scars look on a body that small… All this work, all this effort, and you sit there sometimes wondering why you do it— why take the triple shifts, mop up the blood and everything else. I almost quit that week.”
Amelia got a faraway look in her eyes, and Mary didn’t believe that the nurse didn’t recall every minute of that day. But she wouldn’t push her, all too familiar with the feeling. The darkest days you wonder why you bother.
Amelia looked up, flicking an ear, “at the end, I was lucky enough to be in the room to help that woman with the last few bits of her stay. And you know what? She asked if I wanted to hold her baby. And right there, in front of me, and in my paw, were the reasons you do all this. For them. To see a new mother smiling, knowing that she trusts you so deeply that she hands you her baby—a child no bigger than your palm. Doctor Michalska, if I stop and focus, I can almost hear the happy gurgles that little boy made.” She straightened her scrubs, “So yeah... I get it… I won’t say anything to anyone about this.”
For a second time that night Amelia surprised Mary with a rare smile on her greyed, scarred muzzle. Mary didn’t know what to say, “t-thank you, Amelia”
“Don’t mention it.” The hyena walked down a separate hallway, and duty meant Mary had to stick to her side and check up on the rest of her patients. She watched her go, only for Amelia to turn one last time, “He talks about you, y’know. They all have. You’re a good doctor.” She left without another word.
Mary stood a moment and blinked away a tear.
Yes, I'm well aware that the anatomy chart is upside down, sometimes the cleaners get lazy. Jokes aside I THINK this is actually the first pokemon pic I've done, so there's a big first! Glad the first was Lugia ngl, I kinda simp for her ngl.
But! Here we are, Lugia doctor. Also, a bit of a mini-rant for those who read this far down: FUCK DOORS I HATE DRAWING DOORS, ALL MY HOMIES HATE DOORS AND THERE STUPID ASS KNOBS
Also, the story that was written by my friend:
Mary’s footsteps echoed through the silent hospital corridor. The doctor eyed her follow up list as she toured the western wing. Our Lady’s Hope wasn’t a large hospital, not by any means, but it's dedicated staff worked tirelessly to give it a solid reputation in the little town it resided in. Mary had only been there for a couple of years. The other doctors looked to her as greenhorn. That suited her just fine, she would prove herself.
She passed a door and stopped. The weight in her pocket grew heavier as she peered inside the softly lit room. There stood an empty bed, or at least what appeared to be one. A closer look revealed that beneath the bundle of ruffled sheets lay a tiny figure, almost comically small compared to the mattress. Human patients were not uncommon, but treating the little dears often proved difficult because of their size. That John had lived at all from his accident, let alone that the surgeons saved his eyes, was a miracle.
Twelve hours. It had taken the surgeons almost twelve hours with miniaturized tools and a robotic arm to do it. Their resident surgeon thought it too risky to attempt, and a specialist needed to be flown in.
He was sleeping, Mary drummed her fingers on the doorway and debated if she should disturb him. The patient chose for her, stirring. “Hello? Is someone there?” John whispered, moving to sit up and to face the door. He couldn’t see her, most of his head wrapped in bandages and gauze.
“It’s just me John, sorry to wake you,” Mary replied, the lugia took care not to bump her broad tail as she squeezed through the frame.
He relaxed against the pillow they propped him up against, and Mary’s heart warmed as John's lips curled into a smile. “Oh, it's alright, “he chuckled, “I don’t mind the company. I was hoping to see you again.”
Mary felt bad for the poor man. He couldn’t leave the bed on his own lest someone bump into him, nevermind that lack of sight. Mary spied the doorway, assured that few would be up aside from the midnight staff, she felt around her pocket and pulled out a small book. She waited a minute before remembering with a blush that he couldn’t see it. She maneuvered to John’s side, it was not professional for her to be joining him in the bed, but it wasn’t like he took up much room, nor was it the first time she had done this. She’s spent what time she could between shifts with John, keeping him company.
It hurt to see him all alone like this, and a doctor’s job was to heal. How could she only heal part of him while neglecting his other needs? It wouldn’t do. “I was thinking we would do something a little different tonight,” she started.
“Oh?” the man cocked his head at her.
“I remember you mentioned liking the Royal Rubicon series... would you like for me to read the newest book to you?”
“The new one came out?” He gasped, “I— yes, I’d love that!” John beamed and grew more giddy than she’d seen him in the weeks he’d been there.
Mary shuffled closer, opening the book, and read as John listened intently.
--
Mary wasn’t sure how long she’d spent there reading, but a soft knock startled her, and it took tremendous will not to jump and rattle John.
“Doctor Michalska?” A voice whispered, Mary glanced up from her book and was with the muzzle of Nurse Amelia. The gruff hyena eyed the two of them from the partially open door.
Mortified, Mary looked to her side and saw John fast asleep, the human laying against her thigh, and his bed sheets cuddled up in a bunch in his arms. Mary blushed furiously, putting a finger to her lips to shush the curious nurse before she carefully supported John’s back with a palm and guided him back down to the bed. She left his side, wincing as the bed creaked, but thankfully their patient remained soundly unconscious.
Mary said nothing as she walked to the door, and it was only when she was fully out of the room and faced with matronly hyena’s steady gaze that the lugia crumbled. “I-I’m sorry you had to see that Amelia, I know it’s unprofessional of me but-”
“No, it’s okay, I get it.” Amelia stopped her, “They’re cute, far too cute for how stupidly they hurt themselves sometimes.”
Mary blinked, letting out the tension in her tail she didn’t even know she held with a sigh. “I don’t even know what it is about them.” She glanced back at John, the room's motion detectors having finally cut the lights, “ It's just...when you look into their eyes, and you see that certain spark; all the emotion--How something so small can have so much life to it. When you see 'em get better, the little smile they get when they look up at you..."
She didn’t say it, but Mary desperately hoped that she’d get to see the day John's eyes could look up at her again, when he was all better. It was hard not to feel some maternal warmth to them: small, frail-looking, yet they had such soul in them.
Amelia nodded sagely. The older woman placed a palm on Mary’s shoulder, “It makes it all seem worth it, doesn’t it?”
“It does… it’s hard not to spoil them a little. But...”
“But?” Amelia eyed her.
“But sometimes I feel like I can’t do it. It hurts when you lose a patient, but it seems almost worse when it's a human. I’m not supposed to pick favourites but when I think about John and how he might never see again I…” she choked.
The hyena slung an arm around Mary’s shoulder and walked them to the next room and handed the doctor a small clipboard, “I ever tell you about when I worked in the neonatal ward in Silver Peak?”
Mary unconsciously scanned the chart Amelia handed her, reading such things second nature by then: The fox would need his prescriptions in a few hours, but he was doing well.
“I don’t think you ever did,” in fact, ever since she met her, Mary couldn’t recall Amelia talking about herself much at all. Amelia was a little cold, abrasive even at the worst of times. It was par for the course. The nurse had worked at the hospital longer than Mary had been alive, even if she didn’t hold the title of a head nurse the other nurses definitely treated her like one. She was experienced, no nonsense. It made for a scary figure in a stressful place like a hospital.
“Well, I did. And one day a human couple came in, the woman was pregnant. Something went wrong, and she needed an emergency c-section. I don’t remember a lot of that day, but it was just hours of chaos; getting the right people to the right place to help them; consoling the poor father while he waited; making sure the baby nursed, then bringing in special equipment when that went awry; making sure that the mother was okay and healing well. It’s scary how vivid scars look on a body that small… All this work, all this effort, and you sit there sometimes wondering why you do it— why take the triple shifts, mop up the blood and everything else. I almost quit that week.”
Amelia got a faraway look in her eyes, and Mary didn’t believe that the nurse didn’t recall every minute of that day. But she wouldn’t push her, all too familiar with the feeling. The darkest days you wonder why you bother.
Amelia looked up, flicking an ear, “at the end, I was lucky enough to be in the room to help that woman with the last few bits of her stay. And you know what? She asked if I wanted to hold her baby. And right there, in front of me, and in my paw, were the reasons you do all this. For them. To see a new mother smiling, knowing that she trusts you so deeply that she hands you her baby—a child no bigger than your palm. Doctor Michalska, if I stop and focus, I can almost hear the happy gurgles that little boy made.” She straightened her scrubs, “So yeah... I get it… I won’t say anything to anyone about this.”
For a second time that night Amelia surprised Mary with a rare smile on her greyed, scarred muzzle. Mary didn’t know what to say, “t-thank you, Amelia”
“Don’t mention it.” The hyena walked down a separate hallway, and duty meant Mary had to stick to her side and check up on the rest of her patients. She watched her go, only for Amelia to turn one last time, “He talks about you, y’know. They all have. You’re a good doctor.” She left without another word.
Mary stood a moment and blinked away a tear.
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