Post by Layla Jimenez on May 9, 2009 1:57:26 GMT -5
Staring blankly at the notes in front of her, Layla only pretended to be inspecting the details of the patient she had just visited. While she looked focused, her mind was trying to calm the frustration that had been building up since that morning. The only thing that could make her day worse was if she got sacked. Her first reaction was to welcome it, she was tired of some aspects of the training process, and she was tired of some of her fellow trainees. But she allowed her thoughts to run through her mind until she calmed down, finding that she probably just needed to let the day end and have some rest. She tried her best to smile at a Mediwitch she didn't know pass by, before closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath.
Opening her eyes, she applied a fresh dose of effort towards the pages before her, and reviewed all her notes before signing off on them before adding it to the pile of other patient files the Healer would have to look at. The Dragonpox incident was almost entirely gone, and there were only a few people here and there reporting symptons. Now that things were starting to get back to normal, Layla was now able to see a broader spectrum of illnesses from people who brought themselves to St. Mungos. Some faces were beginning to look familar, the ones that panicked at a recurring cough or a rash and flooed to the hospital once a week. The ones that Layla really looked forward to were the ones that were things she had only read about and had yet to see. Every time she picked up a fresh piece of parchment to see a new patient, she hoped he or she was one of those.
Walking to the very end of the hallway where self-admitting patients were attended, Layla walked into the room with the parchment levitating beside her and the quill already marking the date and time. While she was still in training, there wasn't too much she was allowed to do without supervision, the most she could do now was get as much information from the new patient before the Healer was allowed to see him. "Good morning," she greeted with a small smile. She saw that the patient was rather young, and wondered if he should still be in school. She would know soon enough as she got all the pertinent information from him. In the meantime, she had to push back the remainder of her bad mood, and try to help him.
Opening her eyes, she applied a fresh dose of effort towards the pages before her, and reviewed all her notes before signing off on them before adding it to the pile of other patient files the Healer would have to look at. The Dragonpox incident was almost entirely gone, and there were only a few people here and there reporting symptons. Now that things were starting to get back to normal, Layla was now able to see a broader spectrum of illnesses from people who brought themselves to St. Mungos. Some faces were beginning to look familar, the ones that panicked at a recurring cough or a rash and flooed to the hospital once a week. The ones that Layla really looked forward to were the ones that were things she had only read about and had yet to see. Every time she picked up a fresh piece of parchment to see a new patient, she hoped he or she was one of those.
Walking to the very end of the hallway where self-admitting patients were attended, Layla walked into the room with the parchment levitating beside her and the quill already marking the date and time. While she was still in training, there wasn't too much she was allowed to do without supervision, the most she could do now was get as much information from the new patient before the Healer was allowed to see him. "Good morning," she greeted with a small smile. She saw that the patient was rather young, and wondered if he should still be in school. She would know soon enough as she got all the pertinent information from him. In the meantime, she had to push back the remainder of her bad mood, and try to help him.