awoken • [dars!]
Aug 3, 2015 17:31:30 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Aug 3, 2015 17:31:30 GMT -5
c a y d e n. r a s k e.
Colours exploded throughout the sky, lighting the late evening darkness with brilliant flashes of exploding energy. Storms had grown more and more common in the past few weeks, keeping the streets of Six empty as the bustling brainiacs bundled themselves into labs, offices and study rooms. Carnations sat upon the window sill - Dianthus caryophyllus if Cayden could correctly recall - juxtaposing with the violence that sat on the other side of the glass. Water poured slowly from the cup and into the flower pot, grasped tightly in the young boy's rough fingers whilst his eyes trained on the lightning that arched its way around the various buildings. His team's lab was on a higher floor, giving quite the view to the dazed scientist as rain tore through the skies. The interior skin of his cheek rested between two solid teeth, biting down ever so slightly. Yet another day passed and Cayden Raske was nowhere near a breakthrough on his current project.
The idea was to find an ointment that dealt better with dry skin, or something along those lines. He toned the team leader out when he said ointment, knowing full well they would find nothing that worked any better than what already existed. Structures flew through his mind as he debated different ways to construct a medication, and yet not a single one stood out to him. Perhaps I need to dust off my medicine books and see if there's something in there that can help. Which is why he found himself absentmindedly packing his things into the messenger bag that he then hung over his shoulder. His fingers brushed along the light on his desk, flicking it off and removing much of the light from the room. At this hour of the evening, he was the last one there and so he locked up the door with a key he had hanging from his neck, giving it a push to check that it was indeed locked.
He stepped out into the rain, holding his bag above his head to keep as much water as possible from getting on him. It didn't do very much in the way of helping, his white lab coat soon having drops of water dot across it. Shoes splashed across the puddles that had already formed as he made his way across the grassy exterior in the direction of the hospital. It was nearby, only a two minute walk from door to door, and so he soon found himself arriving through the doors of the medical clinic. Six were well known for science and medicine, often mixing the two as much as they could; that was Cayden's particular interest, at the very least. He found himself working in both the locations with content, not being bothered by the deadlines often imposed as they were encouraged to make their quotas.
There wasn't a whole lot of action occurring in the main lobby of the room and so he continued down the hall to the back office he could leave his things in. He opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. Placing his bag upon a chair, he removed the lab coat and took another from the wall with a different insignia along the breast. It confirmed that they were, in fact, working for the Hospital of District Six rather than being in the Eastern Lab of District Six. As if that wasn't clear enough already, what with all the medical contraptions and sick patients. While some Districts were kept to healers using herbs and weird concoctions, Six was a little better supplied with ways to provide medical help. After all, they made most of the medications not even a stone's throw away from the hospital. It tended to help.
Escaping back out into the hall, he continued quietly towards his next destination. His job in the hospital was to help transfer files and medications to the proper rooms, administering them and simple tests when requested. He wasn't a doctor, yet, but he had been given enough responsibility to do the minor tasks if needed. Most of the time he was sent into the coma wing. Less to screw up, I suppose. Less to deal with. He quite enjoyed the silence, and it was fun to imagine what every single person was like outside of their eternal sleep. Some would surely be geniuses, others not so much. A few of them stood out in the mind of Cayden, igniting an interest that would never be quelled. The dead sleep while the living walk free.
And yet his eyes were pulled away from a point ahead of him as he passed by a windowed waiting room for a specialist who sat in an adjoining office, instead becoming fixated on one person who sat within. Flicking through the files he had within his hands, he came across one intended for this very doctor and so he turned towards the entrance with a smirk. Do the dead awake from their slumber to walk free amongst the living? He stepped closer to the door of the office, seeing that the particular doctor was accompanied by another patient at the moment. His eyes turned once more to the woman that sat within, the dead girl he had seen many times before as he walked through the sleeping ward. "Uh, how long ago did she go in to see him?" Can the dead speak after they'd lost life?
The idea was to find an ointment that dealt better with dry skin, or something along those lines. He toned the team leader out when he said ointment, knowing full well they would find nothing that worked any better than what already existed. Structures flew through his mind as he debated different ways to construct a medication, and yet not a single one stood out to him. Perhaps I need to dust off my medicine books and see if there's something in there that can help. Which is why he found himself absentmindedly packing his things into the messenger bag that he then hung over his shoulder. His fingers brushed along the light on his desk, flicking it off and removing much of the light from the room. At this hour of the evening, he was the last one there and so he locked up the door with a key he had hanging from his neck, giving it a push to check that it was indeed locked.
He stepped out into the rain, holding his bag above his head to keep as much water as possible from getting on him. It didn't do very much in the way of helping, his white lab coat soon having drops of water dot across it. Shoes splashed across the puddles that had already formed as he made his way across the grassy exterior in the direction of the hospital. It was nearby, only a two minute walk from door to door, and so he soon found himself arriving through the doors of the medical clinic. Six were well known for science and medicine, often mixing the two as much as they could; that was Cayden's particular interest, at the very least. He found himself working in both the locations with content, not being bothered by the deadlines often imposed as they were encouraged to make their quotas.
There wasn't a whole lot of action occurring in the main lobby of the room and so he continued down the hall to the back office he could leave his things in. He opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. Placing his bag upon a chair, he removed the lab coat and took another from the wall with a different insignia along the breast. It confirmed that they were, in fact, working for the Hospital of District Six rather than being in the Eastern Lab of District Six. As if that wasn't clear enough already, what with all the medical contraptions and sick patients. While some Districts were kept to healers using herbs and weird concoctions, Six was a little better supplied with ways to provide medical help. After all, they made most of the medications not even a stone's throw away from the hospital. It tended to help.
Escaping back out into the hall, he continued quietly towards his next destination. His job in the hospital was to help transfer files and medications to the proper rooms, administering them and simple tests when requested. He wasn't a doctor, yet, but he had been given enough responsibility to do the minor tasks if needed. Most of the time he was sent into the coma wing. Less to screw up, I suppose. Less to deal with. He quite enjoyed the silence, and it was fun to imagine what every single person was like outside of their eternal sleep. Some would surely be geniuses, others not so much. A few of them stood out in the mind of Cayden, igniting an interest that would never be quelled. The dead sleep while the living walk free.
And yet his eyes were pulled away from a point ahead of him as he passed by a windowed waiting room for a specialist who sat in an adjoining office, instead becoming fixated on one person who sat within. Flicking through the files he had within his hands, he came across one intended for this very doctor and so he turned towards the entrance with a smirk. Do the dead awake from their slumber to walk free amongst the living? He stepped closer to the door of the office, seeing that the particular doctor was accompanied by another patient at the moment. His eyes turned once more to the woman that sat within, the dead girl he had seen many times before as he walked through the sleeping ward. "Uh, how long ago did she go in to see him?" Can the dead speak after they'd lost life?
