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[Tara Kenja]

Time Stamp: Fall 29th, 514 A.V

It was relatively early in the day. There were no signs of the usual bags beneath her eyes. As she was bless with not having to lift a finger yesterday. Other than to do basic functions of course. Cuddling with the oncoming mass of thick fur on her body was everything she could hope for in a day of relaxation. Now her lazy day was over, back to work. Sure she loved what she did but it can wear on someone's nerves. As well as the starvation consuming the citizens of the city. She wore her usual attire but now her brown cloak hindered the cold breezes.

Her leather backpack was heavy weighing down her shoulders. Containing her bag would be her healer's kit and a half full bottle of liquor she found laying on the streets. Well, while a man was in the corner relieving himself she thought what better than to take it to be put to use in better purposes. He wouldn't miss it. She was actually on her way to visit another patient for a check up. A small hand grabbed her cloak and tugged on it a few times to get her attention.

Looking down Tara sneered at him but only for a tick, than her face softened up. His arms and legs were bare, lacking proper clothing, even his pants had tiny rips and tares in the fabric. Everything about his exposed skin screamed out hunger and hypothermia. He was obviously experiencing the first stage of severity in the sickness. Which kicked off with hunger, nausea, and the all over reaction to your body's core temperature changing. "What is it child?" Her voice was just above a whisper as she squatted down to the boy who was no a little bit above eye level.

"There is a m-m-an who needs your h-help." The pitiful stutter in his voice broke the tiny pieces left in Tara's heart. Luckily her over all rations of food had not gone down and she always carried a sliver of staling bread in her pocket. All she could feel for the boy was absolute empathy. Tara went with her emotions rather than reason. For all she knew he could be playing on her strings only to have her end up at the wrong side of a knife.

He walked slow, his feet could only take him so far while he played games between the lines on the brink of death. Than he made a sharp turn and into the doors of Sunset Quaters'. Tara's eyes narrowed as the boy knocked on the door, waiting for whomever to unlock the wooden door. Than she knelled down, proceeded to remove her jacket and backpack. The boy's initial reaction was confusion and surprise. Tara said nothing to the boy before he could question her actions. Taking the cloth she wrapped it around his body, it was much larger than his full body.

Reaching inside one of the pockets there was the bread. Removing she flashed it in his face and then returned it to the pocket. "Don't let anyone take this from you. Drink a lot of fluids and keep warm."

[Dmitri Saratov]

'Got...Got to make..it!' Struggling to stay on his feet, Dmitri was making his way from the scene of the horrible acts he committed yesterday. If it weren't for the bloodloss and emotional trainwreck daze he was in, he'd probably wouldn't even be able to cope with the pain from the damage had taken in the survival struggle that he was to blame for. After he had arrived at the Cheap Side, and threw up near the entrance when seeing the lad's lifeless face before him, something he couldn't handle right now, he made his way slowly up the stairs. Step by step he lifted his body up by the railing, breathing heavily and starting to lose focus in his eyes a bit too much, everything was a blur right now. And the black specks of darkness covering his vision were also not the best sign. Still he had made no attempt to see a doctor or even think about how to survive the night, nowadays Dmitri figured that he wanted to die at that moment. After all he been through, after all she caused, he still couldn't deal with the truth. He still couldn't handle being the indirect cause of his mother's untimely death at the hands of a Ravokian executioner, even though she tried to murder him in a crazed state of mind, he never really blamed his mother, only himself. Something he spent his life trying to hide from himself, by pretending to be others, by manipulating others and act as if it didn't get to him, by using and abusing others. He needed to feel like that again, cold and merciless, as this was too much to bear for the weak Dmitri. Almost falling from taking one step too much on the staircase and losing balance, he let his shoulder fall against the wall, gliding his way towards the locked door of his place. Unlocking his door and removing the lock was an agonizing task because of his lacking eyesight and unsteady hands. With a last, bonegrating, flare of effort he forced the lock to open by twisting his body along with the key, before kicking it open. He hadn't even remembered or cared to lock the door behind him, it had fallen into place but anyone was able to enter at their leisure. Dmitri didn't care anymore, not tonight. Now, he needed rest, he needed to escape reality and dream of a 'cold' tomorrow! Stumbling the last remaining distance to his bed, he finally had made it and collapsed facefirst on it. Then, before he even had time to lose consciousness, probably never to wake up again, a knock on the door... 'Un-be-petching-lie-va-ble!' "COME IN!" He shouted, but all that came out was a loud,sore groan, his throat and jaw were sore and bruised from the lad's strongchokehold. He could still taste the blood that had seeped out of his mouth because of it.

[Tara Kenja]

The young child was speechless. He acted as though no one had ever give in anything. Large eyes stared blankly at Tara's face. Than he reached forward and wrapped his small arms around her. Naturally for her when someone comes at you like that expect a fight. Maybe she was just growing to uncivilized from her time being outside of Sunberth. He thanked her several times and then shuffled away. It was an odd occurrence that she did not know how to take but there was a feeling bubbling with in her stomach.

It was warm, like a blanket. While the emotions inside of her were warm, she was not. With exposed arms little bumps rose on her skin. Than came a small shiver but, it did not last long. The voice from inside the room granted her access to the room. Never had Tara been sure about entering a room blindly. Pushing the wooden door open her nostrils flared only for a tick to gather what aromas there was. The scent of blood was very, very familiar to her. Thick, metallic, earthly-like scented liquid that flows from injuries. How was she not to be accustomed to it? Rotating her shoulders she prepared herself for what this patient had to offer her. The severity varied each case, she could only hope it was something she could repair. Luckily for her the room was well lit from the sun's glow sticking through a window.

There he was, face down in his bed. Tara narrowed her eyes and gave a scrutinizing glare around the room. Another smell the area reeked of was mildew. She was surprised that the whole Cheapside had not fallen completely apart by now. "Good..afternoon. I believe you required my medical assistance?" Even now it was some-what clear to her that the man was injured she would remain suspicious until she could examine him for herself. Pulling back the stray curls from her face Tara grabbed the leather straps to her backpack and took them off, the weight lifting from her body. With the bag in hand, gradually she moved towards him.

Her eyes constantly surveying the room as though someone would slip from the shadowed corners. Even though he did not introduce himself right away, she gave him the benefit of the doubt. Tara could not imagine living in a place like this. To be encased by thin walls and only a few windows to provide sunlight. All of it reminded her to much of her experience in Kenash. With her bag in one hand and the other toying with the necklace around her throat she waited for the man.

[Dmitri Saratov]

Dmitri couldn't help but grin at the woman, who he hoped wasn't the sister -or whatever- of the lad that he had slain after being attacked by him, rightfully so. Doing his best to take in the woman's features, which was no easy task considering the dark room they were in, he moved to turn his body and lay on his back. Something that caused him to growl in pain, this wasn't good. He could barely move anymore, the adrenaline had faded completely and all that remained was a broken, defenseless, body. Either way, the reason why he grinned, was that the woman seemed to be accustomed to life in Sunberth, or perhaps there was more to it? Not believing one's eyes and go all-in just by a first impression, is a valuable skill learned in Sunberth. Usually the hard way. The woman was too busy unpacking to notice Dmitri eye'ing her, from what he could gather she was tall and had long curly hair, and a nice ass, but that was all he could tell from where he was lying and none of that information was noteworthy at this very moment. They say there's always a time for flirting, but those people sure as hell haven't been with one foot in the grave when they said that. "I'm Dmitri...Thank you for coming to help." He hoped that statement held truth and that she wasn't there to blow out his decreasing candle of life, with blurry sight and dim light, his natural affinity to reading people by their facial expressions and body language came far too short to even read anything. Not surprising really, since all he could see were her luscious locks, hanging loosely over her back in curls as she crouched to take whatever it was she needed from her backpack. "So...Am I going to die?" His tone of voice was cold and devoid of sentiments, it was as if he asked the receipt after buying groceries, just out of curiousity, not worry. At this point in time, he wasn't sure what kind of answer he'd prefer to hear. Letting out a soft groan, not because of the pain but because he was cursing himself for being so weak in so many ways. Most of all he detested feeling so weak of spirit, he needed to get that fixed as much as his body needed healing. He grinned, but only momentarily before a coughing fit caused his body to hurt even more and his bruised throat, or ruptured even, revealed some blood on the palm of his hand. 'Shyke.'

[Tara Kenja]

The room was not well lit, at all. She expected at least a candle or two. But, when you live in the Cheapside what do you expect? Plenty of her patients took residence within the Sunberth Quaters', it was not a place she preferred. The cold stone den was the perfect home for the Kelvic. That's when the few slivers of light caught her eye. A window, it had holey fabric that looked like moths had chewed through the thin fabric that covered the sun's rays.

Tara generally remained silent with whomever she was treating when they questioned their life. Of course she couldn't say for sure because she hadn't examined Dmitri. Only for a tick or two did she say nothing. "Well," pulling back the decaying curtain she continued. "I'll let you know when I find out." Looking back, she smiled. Her pure white teeth provided a reassuring grin.

Even when her lips were together she tried to keep a smile playing gently on her face. He did not sound well. The way he was coughing she would most likely need to throw some Mandrake Tonic in a drink or some sweet liquid to conquer the bitterness of the herb. Only within a few steps was Tara by the bed. It completely reeked of both fresh and dry blood. Not only that is that he was laying in was the starting of a stain of the crimson liquid.

Sighing, she did not want to know by any means why he was in this condition. Overall it was none of her business. She was just the doctor. Tara sat down on the edge of the bed. Shuffling through her medicine kit she pulled out a thin vile. There was no label, she did not the patience to read or write.

She went off from what everything looked like. Mandrake Tonic was a clear, almost opaque white. All she had was water. No sweet syrups or drinkable alcohol, just the water that was in her waterskin. Than she began to explain what this oil would do for him. "Now, this is not the best tasting but it is very helpful. By the way you're voice couching you are going want to take this."

Uncapping the glass vile Tara than poured the oil in half the cap. Overdosing on the herb would undoubtedly lead to death. In her whole career, never had she once had a patient overdose.