New Year, New Start? (open)

Joshua Colquhoun:

I'm about to go an grab something to eat from a local cafe (most of them are open late for the doctors), when a rather worried-looking young woman approaches me. Her face is practically white from anxiety. My nature compels me to ask her what's up.

"Are you alright, friend? Call it a hunch, but I'd say something's troubling you..."

OOC: Oops. I should've checked. Zenith sounded like a masculine name to me, so I assumed... Bad SoS, bad! Hehe. I modified my post.

Joshua Colquhoun

Her brother has a fever, eh? And the sickness mutates regularly... Sounds interesting. My curiosity is piqued. And, me being me, I cannot resist a young lady.

"Why haven't you brought him to the hospital? Oh, irrelevant. Take me to him. I might be able to help. My father is training me to be a doctor for the Capitol, so I know a few things about fevers."

Joshua Colquhoun

I shake my head, and tut.

"Did I mention a fee? Friend, for a lady such as yourself, I could not take a penny. Besides, I need all the practice I can get." Suddenly realising that that may not exactly fill her with hope, accidentally implying that I'm not very good with medicine.

"Uh, I mean, because the field is so competitive, the Capitol want doctors who stand out. Experience is definitely helpful. Anyway, my name's Joshua. Joshua Colquhoun. Who are you?

(ooc mind if i join?)

I lead Joshua to my house, straight to Robbie. His small frame is so defensless I feel a swelling of the intense want to protect him in my chest. I want to fling myself over him and banish the demon that has upset his health.

But I can't. That's why I brought Joshua. Even though he's younger than I, he seems to know more about medicine. I never really understood the medical terms and such, my brain just couldn't wrap around it.

Now I wish that I could better understand it. I needed a private tutor, but I couldn't afford one because basically the only job in district two has to do with exactly what I need help with.

I gesture to Robbie, and stand back against the wall. Unmoving. Because if I dare to move closer, my instinct of protection might push me to get in the way, and maybe even kill Robbie, and I can't do that.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and pray that he'll get better.

Joshua asks for a cold wet cloth. I always have one ready, I'm not so incompetant as not to know about a cloth. and I'm glad. I'm glad for something to do, so I hurry out of the room and grab the cloth that I'd left in the snow, and hurry back. I hold out the sodden cloth to him silently, unable to tear my eyes from Robbie.

His flushed features fill my stomach with ulcers, because I know this is no ordinary fever.