08-08-2018, 06:26 PM
Coming up to what was his last patient for the time being, he came into someones room. Or at least knocked first, however no answer was give, instead just as he tapped again he noticed that they were resting. “Ms. Caroline?”
He was greeted by a snow white haired woman, well woman was to be placed lightly, she was an orc. Her skin long since losing its green coloration. Even now as he gazed on her form he could see wrinkles and marks of age that dotted her skin as he walked in slowly, careful not to disrupt her.
Walking in however her eyes would awaken to the area around her, she would gaze down at Ricter and smile, even though the woman was older she was still quite larger in comparison to the weasel. The heart monitor would pick up, not from surprise but her slow stead rate was now becoming a waking rate now that she was not asleep.
“Oh good evening doctor, come to check on me?” She would say, her tone a little broken but more so something you would hear from a grand mother. Walking to her side Ricter would first inspect the machine, then check fi all the hook ups were in place as he nodded, greeting her.
“Yes Ms. Caroline, I was switched to be your doctor while your recovering, though I have no clue why honestly. What was the problem with you today?” He asked, he had never met her before, and more so only knew her name thanks to the sheet he was shown online and that she was a prominent person in the community that baked kids donuts.
“Oh nothing dire, just age has caught up to me is all. You just missed my grand sons, they were here to visit, even my niece was here too. It was such a wonderful visit, I had missed seeing them till they moved out further into the Tangled Greens.”
She would say, reminiscing as he would sit next to her bed side, the chair was normally not positioned this way but he didn't seem to mind listening to the elderly woman. “Sorry, I had to take a call, it would have been nice to meet them.”
The woman would smirk, adding, “Oh that would have been a treat, but I think talking to you personally is nicer. So, how have you been? I hear you’ve grown to be quite popular in this verse, almost everyone talks about the doctor that can cure it all.” Which was a very nice complement but even Ricter found that to be a bit extreme.
“I’ve uh been well, gotten pretty adjusted here, and sorry I doubt that I can cure everything. But one day I would be more than happy to earn such a title.” He would say in a somber tone, looking over her body as she would sigh, the woman gave a knowing gaze in his direction as he looked back.
“Your worried about something too, aren't you?”
“Huh? What makes you say that.”
She lazily pointed, “Its in your eyes, you have that look of ambition that most primes have, but a mix of fear.”
The orc woman seemed to easily read him, which was surprising as he gave little hints, but he would perk up as she mentioned this. She was right he was worried about something, about losing the family and friends he had built here now, and if he had to go back to his own home he would have to say good bye.
At first all he wanted to do was leave, now he wished to stay. “I...yeah, your right, I’m worried about a lot of things, wither or not my friends will be okay, if I ever have to say good bye, and well. Seeing you, I realized something.”
“What is it?”
He paused, looking back to everyone he’s met and whom hes gained as a friend, 90% of them were secondaries, beings made from primes or in other manners. “My friends, they are all secondaries, given I cant die they will all end up turning old one day and leaving me.” Ricter was trying to hold back getting emotional, holding on to the cuff's of his doctors jacket, clenching tightly.
The woman would smile, reaching out and patting his head, almost in a manner that seemed like she was petting him. “There there, you have nothing to fear about death, its both a blessing and a curse. Just like I have long since asked myself the same question, what will I leave behind when I eventually die.”
She would continue, “Will I leave behind enough for my children, my grand children? Will I be know, loved, cherished by those in my passing, or will I be forgotten. Its a lot to take in, but I guess for you its the opposite, you will never die, you will never get to grow old with those you love and be forced to watch as they all die around you.”
The hasrh realities began to settle in, he was crying, he knew she was right and even he knew this. That Mayflower, Elysia, Vee and her brother Vel, even Dr. Sorrel would all pass away one day, and all he would have to bring about their memory is just that, memories.
“But, I can create secondaries, I can make them again, I just need their souls and-” He was cut off, interjected by the woman.
“Do you think that would serve them justice? Maybe in some cases it would have been a good idea to recreate them, just as you remembered. But would it feel real? Feel genuine? How many times would you repeat this after they die again and again?”
The question shot daggers into his heart, again she seemed right about this, how long before his own mind would snap from losing his loved ones repeatedly. Maybe the first couple of times he could get by, but eventually he would drive himself insane, trying to find a cure to the one thing he couldn’t fix. Death.
Sure, necromancy was a thing, and maybe it could be harnessed, but that form of dark magic was the exact allure that some fell into. Only to be cursed into litchdom or worse, be forced to see the resurrected corpses of their loved ones terrorize and mutilate the land.
No, this was a dangerous game to play, and one that he knew he shouldn’t dive down into, “So what should I do? I set myself up to want to cure everything, part of me knew that even death would be a factor in that goal too.”
The orc woman would keep petting him, calming down the little doctor who was sniffling, wiping tears on his fuzzy cheeks, he didn’t think on entering into this room he would be given a run down on his priorities. Maybe this was what Dr. Sorrel was planning.
“Enjoy the time you have with them, I wont tell you what to do, but would you feel someone was genuine if you crafted them to be the perfect version of what you wanted? Only to keep doing it over and over again, forever.”
The answer was simple, “No...”
“Then don’t, and try to enjoy every aspect of what comes next. Use your power to keep them alive if someone wishes to hurt them. Yet don't push the limits of your own morality, as a shaman, I had many chances to talk with the spirits of my ancestors, but I know now that aiming to bring them back was a mistake that I luckily didn't fall into.”
Silence would follow as the flow of tears had stopped, even Caroline had shed her own tear, remembering her own life as water flowed along the cracks that were left on her body. But after a good ten or so minutes of this Ricter spoke, smiling a little, “Thank you, so much for talking to me Ms. Caroline.”
“The orc woman would smirk, looking over at him, “Oh its no problem honey, I think you needed someone to talk too for a while now. Just be true to what you want to believe in and you’ll be okay, now, if you don’t mind I have to get some rest. My family kept this old bat up far too long.” She laughed which followed a snicker from Ricter.
Getting up he would hop out of the chair and walk over to the light, the woman’s eyes closing as he jumped and switched off the light in the room. “Sleep well Ms. Caroline.”
She would just lay there, smiling. “Enjoy the rest of your time here, Dr. Casenger.” An odd thing to say, which even confused him but he would just not, not wishing to inquire about it as he began to close the door, leaving the room.
He was greeted by a snow white haired woman, well woman was to be placed lightly, she was an orc. Her skin long since losing its green coloration. Even now as he gazed on her form he could see wrinkles and marks of age that dotted her skin as he walked in slowly, careful not to disrupt her.
Walking in however her eyes would awaken to the area around her, she would gaze down at Ricter and smile, even though the woman was older she was still quite larger in comparison to the weasel. The heart monitor would pick up, not from surprise but her slow stead rate was now becoming a waking rate now that she was not asleep.
“Oh good evening doctor, come to check on me?” She would say, her tone a little broken but more so something you would hear from a grand mother. Walking to her side Ricter would first inspect the machine, then check fi all the hook ups were in place as he nodded, greeting her.
“Yes Ms. Caroline, I was switched to be your doctor while your recovering, though I have no clue why honestly. What was the problem with you today?” He asked, he had never met her before, and more so only knew her name thanks to the sheet he was shown online and that she was a prominent person in the community that baked kids donuts.
“Oh nothing dire, just age has caught up to me is all. You just missed my grand sons, they were here to visit, even my niece was here too. It was such a wonderful visit, I had missed seeing them till they moved out further into the Tangled Greens.”
She would say, reminiscing as he would sit next to her bed side, the chair was normally not positioned this way but he didn't seem to mind listening to the elderly woman. “Sorry, I had to take a call, it would have been nice to meet them.”
The woman would smirk, adding, “Oh that would have been a treat, but I think talking to you personally is nicer. So, how have you been? I hear you’ve grown to be quite popular in this verse, almost everyone talks about the doctor that can cure it all.” Which was a very nice complement but even Ricter found that to be a bit extreme.
“I’ve uh been well, gotten pretty adjusted here, and sorry I doubt that I can cure everything. But one day I would be more than happy to earn such a title.” He would say in a somber tone, looking over her body as she would sigh, the woman gave a knowing gaze in his direction as he looked back.
“Your worried about something too, aren't you?”
“Huh? What makes you say that.”
She lazily pointed, “Its in your eyes, you have that look of ambition that most primes have, but a mix of fear.”
The orc woman seemed to easily read him, which was surprising as he gave little hints, but he would perk up as she mentioned this. She was right he was worried about something, about losing the family and friends he had built here now, and if he had to go back to his own home he would have to say good bye.
At first all he wanted to do was leave, now he wished to stay. “I...yeah, your right, I’m worried about a lot of things, wither or not my friends will be okay, if I ever have to say good bye, and well. Seeing you, I realized something.”
“What is it?”
He paused, looking back to everyone he’s met and whom hes gained as a friend, 90% of them were secondaries, beings made from primes or in other manners. “My friends, they are all secondaries, given I cant die they will all end up turning old one day and leaving me.” Ricter was trying to hold back getting emotional, holding on to the cuff's of his doctors jacket, clenching tightly.
The woman would smile, reaching out and patting his head, almost in a manner that seemed like she was petting him. “There there, you have nothing to fear about death, its both a blessing and a curse. Just like I have long since asked myself the same question, what will I leave behind when I eventually die.”
She would continue, “Will I leave behind enough for my children, my grand children? Will I be know, loved, cherished by those in my passing, or will I be forgotten. Its a lot to take in, but I guess for you its the opposite, you will never die, you will never get to grow old with those you love and be forced to watch as they all die around you.”
The hasrh realities began to settle in, he was crying, he knew she was right and even he knew this. That Mayflower, Elysia, Vee and her brother Vel, even Dr. Sorrel would all pass away one day, and all he would have to bring about their memory is just that, memories.
“But, I can create secondaries, I can make them again, I just need their souls and-” He was cut off, interjected by the woman.
“Do you think that would serve them justice? Maybe in some cases it would have been a good idea to recreate them, just as you remembered. But would it feel real? Feel genuine? How many times would you repeat this after they die again and again?”
The question shot daggers into his heart, again she seemed right about this, how long before his own mind would snap from losing his loved ones repeatedly. Maybe the first couple of times he could get by, but eventually he would drive himself insane, trying to find a cure to the one thing he couldn’t fix. Death.
Sure, necromancy was a thing, and maybe it could be harnessed, but that form of dark magic was the exact allure that some fell into. Only to be cursed into litchdom or worse, be forced to see the resurrected corpses of their loved ones terrorize and mutilate the land.
No, this was a dangerous game to play, and one that he knew he shouldn’t dive down into, “So what should I do? I set myself up to want to cure everything, part of me knew that even death would be a factor in that goal too.”
The orc woman would keep petting him, calming down the little doctor who was sniffling, wiping tears on his fuzzy cheeks, he didn’t think on entering into this room he would be given a run down on his priorities. Maybe this was what Dr. Sorrel was planning.
“Enjoy the time you have with them, I wont tell you what to do, but would you feel someone was genuine if you crafted them to be the perfect version of what you wanted? Only to keep doing it over and over again, forever.”
The answer was simple, “No...”
“Then don’t, and try to enjoy every aspect of what comes next. Use your power to keep them alive if someone wishes to hurt them. Yet don't push the limits of your own morality, as a shaman, I had many chances to talk with the spirits of my ancestors, but I know now that aiming to bring them back was a mistake that I luckily didn't fall into.”
Silence would follow as the flow of tears had stopped, even Caroline had shed her own tear, remembering her own life as water flowed along the cracks that were left on her body. But after a good ten or so minutes of this Ricter spoke, smiling a little, “Thank you, so much for talking to me Ms. Caroline.”
“The orc woman would smirk, looking over at him, “Oh its no problem honey, I think you needed someone to talk too for a while now. Just be true to what you want to believe in and you’ll be okay, now, if you don’t mind I have to get some rest. My family kept this old bat up far too long.” She laughed which followed a snicker from Ricter.
Getting up he would hop out of the chair and walk over to the light, the woman’s eyes closing as he jumped and switched off the light in the room. “Sleep well Ms. Caroline.”
She would just lay there, smiling. “Enjoy the rest of your time here, Dr. Casenger.” An odd thing to say, which even confused him but he would just not, not wishing to inquire about it as he began to close the door, leaving the room.