(Flashback) Get Out!

[Orion Michaels]

Orion, Day of Summer 30 (Afternoon), 507 AV Just over two weeks had passed since he and Lyla had become close. It seemed like time was standing still and moving in fast forward all at the same time. Every evening he could, Orion spent it with her. Walking, talking, being stupid. Young love, as it were. Being happy. Orion was entranced with the blue haired girl; she was on his mind nearly all the time, and as a result there was an ongoing struggle to focus at work. His mind would drift to thoughts of Lyla, and his father was beginning to take note. Orion laid out the various tools from his doctor's bag. It had been used to diagnose, treat, and heal many people already, and today figured to be much the same. Side by side, one by one, the young doctor placed them in a row. He went through this same process every day. All there. Not bent, no damage. Still sharp. He closed his eyes for a moment a sighed. I wonder what Lyla is up to. I hope I get to see her tonight. The sound of his father coughing brought Orion back to reality as he quickly finished inventorying the bag. Satisfied with the results, the young doctor turned to his father. "I'm prepared for the day, Dr. Michaels." He hated that his father made him say that. Dr. Michaels. It was at his insistence. They weren't father and son at work. Or ever, really. "Are you really?" his father inquired, coolly. It was the tone his voice took when Orion didn't do something correctly or to his preference. Almost cruel, almost mocking. It irritated him down to his very core and his father could get under his skin in a single word by using it. "Fascinating. If that is so, Dr. Michaels, why don't you tell me the of the importance of sterilizing your instruments?" The elder doctor crossed his arms as Orion loudly gulped. He'd forgotten a vital step. One of the most. "Uh, well, you see..." His father walked over and picked up his son's scalpel. "What's that? You just can't seem to remember? Allow me to refresh that memory of yours. Having clean tools are a must. Maintaining a clean, sterile environment when dealing with the injured and the ill can't be stated enough. Imagine, having to worry about filth on tools or operating tables? With various cuts, scrapes, lacerations, and wounds, how dangerous would it be if one's forceps weren't clean?" Orion watched his father walk around the table as his heart began its climb into his throat. The old man calmly twirled the instrument in his hands. "So let me ask you this, Orion? Why have you presented everything as ready, when very clearly it is not?" Orion looked at the ground, his cheeks turning pink. "I...I forgot. I'm sorry, Dr. Michaels." Orion jumped as his father slammed the scalpel on the table."You forgot? What do you know? You forgot. I bet your future patients will be so accepting of your apologies. So forgiving of your errors. Imagine, the brave Sylirian Knight returning from a patrol with an arrow wound, depending on the young Dr. Orion Michaels to provide him aid. When you 'help' him with your filthy surgical tools and cause an infection which costs him his leg? Or worse? I'm sure he'll forgive you. Or is family will have to, since you caused his death." He looked up at his father, whose cold, unforgiving eyes were boring a hole through him. Nothing happened...lighten up.. "What is wrong with you? You have so much potential, and yet you can't focus. What is your distraction?" And as though the gods and goddesses themselves were playing a joke on him, Lyla entered the room.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion, Day of Summer 30, 507 AV Lyla! Why are you here now? The smile she wore vanished as the beauty entered. There stood Dr. Michaels and Orion, anger in one's eyes, worry in the other. His father's jaw tightened when he saw her, as a rare flash of anger appeared in his eyes. "Orion?" she questioned, "What's going on? I just wanted to stop by and say hi before I went to the tavern." Dr. Michaels scoffed as he turned his cold eyes on Lyla, staring into her light blue ones. She looked away slightly as he spoke. "So you continue to keep the company of this whore, who plainly can't look into the eyes of a decent man? This is unforgivable. Why do you ceaselessly abandon my warnings? Why must you ignore my instructions? Orion, you could be a greater physician than I, and yet," he paused, motioning to Lyla,"You settle for this." Orion's jaw dropped in shock as he looked over to her. The maiden's eyes began to shimmer as they filled with tears. "Lyla!" was all he could cry as she turned an ran from the room. His father always did things like this. Whenever anyone else would get close, he would grind them into the ground. Nothing could distract his son. Nothing could get in the way of his ascension. Orion began to grind his teeth as an anger began to well up like he'd never felt before. She was innocent. Her only tie to this horrible man was him. She held no attachment to his father, and she held none to him. It wasn't acceptable. He'd gone too far."Finally. With her gone we can discuss your actions. Hello? Orion, are you li-" "SHUT UP!" "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Orion screamed at the top of his lungs releasing a lifetime of rage. With clenched fists, the young man took a step towards his father. "She isn't a whore. She isn't a harlot. She isn'ta 'lady of the night', and she isn't a petching prostitute. She's Lyla, old man, and it would do you well to get that bit of info through your petching thick skull you piece of shyte!" Orion took a deep breath, his entire body trembling in fury. "Hold your words, Orion. Do not speak to me in that manner." Orion let out an incredulous gasp, his expression one of shock. "Don't you talk to the woman I love like that!" The elder Michaels was momentarily taken aback. "...The woman you love, huh?"His father paused a moment before pointing to the door. "Get. Out. Get your ungrateful self out of my office," he said, while beginning to throw Orion's tools back into his bag. "After everything I've done to set you up for success, this is my repayment? A betrayal? Get out of here, now, and don't come back until you've figured things out. When you've realized your folly, return to me and beg forgiveness of your father. I will grant it, and we'll begin anew when you decide to act like my son." He finished packing and threw the bag at Orion. Catching the bag in his arms, Orion furrowed his brows in anger. "Your son? How about when you act like a father for once, we can start for the first time period!" Orion shook his head, fighting tears he had saved from this man for his entire life. "You don't know anything. I'm done. I'm done with you. This office. This job. All of it. I can get a new profession. I'm smart. I can live a life with Lyla. Without you. Consider this our goodbye. I'm off. Stay out of the way of my happiness, old man." Orion turned to leave pausing to glance back and meet his father's eyes for the last time. It was strange. Was he sad, or just resigned to the facts? It didn't matter, the venom was flowing too thick. "You've ruined everyone who could have loved you." He shook his head. "Enjoy dying alone"

[Orion Michaels]

Orion, Day of Summer 30, 507 AV Orion slammed the door shut behind him, leaning his back against it. That was the most exhausting, exhilarating, fear invoking, relieving thing the young man had done in his entire life. So long it had been since an attempt was made for a relationship. So long had it been since he wanted to try. Now, after a lifetime of budding hate, it was over. Orion knew his father wouldn’t contact him. He knew he would cut him off, too. He would have to take what he had saved up to this point and do something, but what? Unfortunately, all his upbringing was medical. He sighed and looked around, hoping Lyla was still around. It still drove him insane the things he’d said to her. Relief poured over Orion as Lyla was seated beside him. Her eyes puffy and red from crying, he glanced up at him, her bottom lip quivering.”Ri-Ri.” Her pet name for the young man. He thought it silly, but she loved it, so he felt it better to concede that point.”Why does…why does he hate me? He’s been rude every time.” She buried her hands in her face, letting a loud sigh. Orion’s heart sank as he watched his love be pained. “Lyla, please, try and forget about it. Forget about him. Forget about all of it. I….I don’t think we’ll be dealing with him ever again.” She looked back up at him, her eyes gazing into his. “But…” She trailed off, her face uncertain. Sitting down beside her, he took one hand in his. “Please, Lyla. I need this. I need you to move on. I can’t until you do, and I…I want us to go forward together. I know it’s cheesy, but…I feel like it’s our chance at being happy.” She nodded and leaned up, brushing her lips against his. Orion’s eyes widened, his face turning flush. “Lyla…” ”Do your best, Orion. I’ll be with you.” He smiled, touching his lips gently with his fingers. He could still feel her there. “I promise I will. I just have to find a place to stay. I suppose a new job is in order, too.” He figured he’d end up at the traveller’s row for a while. It was cheap, and he couldn’t afford to spend all his savings on a full apartment of his own. Not without a glimpse of what the future held. When Lyla suggested he get a job at the tavern where they met, he was reluctant at first, but eventually he caved. With some stability in his life, he could begin to find out who he was. They could expand their relationship and truly begin their own lives. Orion, knew it would be tough, but he was sure a bright future was a head of him and Lyla.

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Congratulations! You Get Glorious Experience! Orion Skills Medicine- 1 XP Lores Importance of Clean Instruments Father's Harshness Leaving it Behind Lore 2 Other Shenanigans: Nope Comments : Another fine thread from you Orion, it was a good read. There wasn't too much in the way of skills in this one, but I granted what lores I could and hopefully they make sense. If not, just send me a PM!