Logs:It Isn't Fair
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| RL Date: 15 September, 2009 |
| Who: Delifa, Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Madilla feels too much. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 10, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Delvana/Mentions |
She checked in on L'van, too, who'd finally sacked out on the couch in Delifa's office; he looked wan, and there were tear stains down his face, and Madilla ached to be able to comfort him somehow. She'd promised to help him with the other baby, when he woke up: to bathe her, and dress her, all ready for him to take her *between*. That was a duty she didn't envy him. She had no idea if the babies had names. It was something she and Delifa had spoken of, over the months, but if a decision had been made, she'd not been told. Besides, no doubt they'd not been prepared to need two names: it had never been picked up, never even hinted at, that she might have been carrying two. Eventually, she found herself wandering the infirmary aimlessly. It was late, now, and there weren't many other patients staying overnight; those that were, were fast asleep, and the healer on duty was keeping herself busy in her office. She straightened the blanket on one of the empty cots, and refolded clean linens in the cupboard. She tidied the medicine shelves, alphaetizing in the dim glow light until she felt a hand on her shoulder. The other healer looked down at her, shaking her head. "Go and sleep, Madilla. There's no need for you to stay here." "I don't know if I can," admitted the apprentice, feeling her eyes fill with tears for the first time. "It isn't fair." The other healer crouched, reaching out to take her hand. "Since when is life ever fair? You know that, Madilla. Delifa's going to be all right, and so's her little girl; we'll do everything we can to make sure of that. They'll have the best of care - we'll all make sure of that. That's all we can do." "She never even got the chance to live." Madilla knew she was being silly. She'd seen babies die before. Sometimes at birth, sometimes later. It was simply part of life; sometimes, they never even knew why. "No. But we can make sure her sister, does. And her mother. We have to look after the living; that's our job." Madilla swallowed, and finally, she nodded. "Come on, Madilla. We'll have some tea, and then you should go and sleep." She led the apprentice away, the shelf still half-tidied. Madilla wiped her eyes, and followed. |
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