Thank you again for receiving me earlier. I'd like to schedule another appointment in a month's time. I'll reach out if I need your help before then. Do let me know if that timeframe works for you.
[Their tentative agreement to help one another as mutual healers wasn't exactly iron-forged, that much Shinobu will admit. Daan was by all means his own entity and was a unspoken puzzle piece in this city like she was— so when she had seen that he had offered his services to witness certain blonde-haired stranger's timely demise there was not much she could do.
Physically, that is! She's reaching out to him now the day after, her voice still sweetly saccharine save for the slight edge of irritation lacing it. It's upsetting, when someone chooses to die. It's even worse when you tried to stop the person to no avail.]
I'm not really into social networking, but was urged to look by an unconcerned stranger.
It's a belated offer, but I wanted to note that I'm also a physician, with a few extra specialties. Predominantly as a medical examiner, but I have a few other tricks for when traditional medicine isn't enough.
If you do end up organizing some kind of medical unit, I'd be happy to offer any help that I can. I'd at least be interested in getting to know fellow physicians, if only because I have a few strange patients I'm caring for, and being able to pick someone else's brain for ideas is always helpful. Only one is a likely murder victim--but that happened before he got here.
I can understand actually a bit about sometimes needing to explore outside of traditional medicine. I've had the occasion come up at least once so far myself.
I have a small office arranged, but I was considering a location that would be more useful, especially if one of us were to disappear. I haven't come up with a solution yet, but I'll keep you informed. In the meantime, I'll send you the location of the temporary office location.
Would you mind if I asked about your other non-traditional skills?
[ Sometime early august Daan will find a text waiting for him: ]
How about that dinner I promised? You can come over tonight, if you'd like. I think I might have permission from my doctor.
[ If Daniel was an emoji-using type, there might have been a smiling one at the end there, as if it isn't clear enough that it's a joke.. Yes, Daniel, we get it, you are texting a doctor who's been helping you out..
The text also includes the fact that he moved apartments very recently since his last checkup, so there'll be directions to his new one right there.
But if Daan does show up with a knock at the door, Daniel will open it up, a smile on his face. He is definitely looking better, though he's been gradually looking a little better over the course of all the checkups, with the bruises on his face and neck slowly fading until they're barely visible anymore at this point.
And, much more importantly, is something else that has been healing: ]
I'm so glad you could make it.
[ It was still difficult during the last checkup to really get out more than singular scratchy words, but that's definitely Daniel's voice working again now. Maybe still a touch raw at the very edges, but it sounds like a normal person voice again. ]
Wonderful. I'm sure your doctor would be amendable.
[There's a satisfaction in seeing the visible recovery of a patient. Sure, a bit of pride, but mostly Daan is relieved to see that someone has been helped, especially in their bizarre situation as it is.
He gives a polite nod, his lips close to a smile.]
I appreciate you inviting me. It's good to hear you speak finally, Daniel. Everything else feeling better, I hope?
[ He thought about it for days how to ask his question. He thought of the way that he would ask it. But somehow becoming aware that he could just send a message through his phone; it made him feel both like a coward and considerate. Because it is was a message that could be ignored or a message that could be answered much later.
That's better than putting him on the spot, right? ]
Daan dwells on how to answer. Just as he's dwelled on pretty much everything for the past several months; his return to the estate, Elise's body, everything in Prehevil, and the cruel reminder of what little he has to return to beyond whatever deal Pocketcat plans to propose.
He wants to think of an easy answer for Marcoh that didn't count as a lie, but that's a struggle. Frankly, he's the only one to even think of asking Daan about something like that.]
a snap decision i made in the moment.
well It's more complex than that But I chose it out of disdain, I guess. i was feeling angry and miserable.
Adding Netzach to my request for drink mixing lessons. (I did send you a message about the matter, didn't I? If I haven't, I am now.)
[ To be fair, Midnight did ask broadly about the possibility of lessons, but this might be the first time he's made it clear that he'd like to make real plans. :|b ]
I'm actually surprised how many people want to learn some stuff from either medical work or mixing drinks. Frankly, I'd rather do the latter. Way more fun.
Well, why don't we shoot for the start of next month when I've got more of my shit together?
[Days after the Pocketcat incident...well. Here comes a text. He debated on it, but decided he didn't want whatever their last interaction lingering in their heads to be. That.]
Um - apologies, Doctor, I'd read that you weren't taking consultations, and I'm not sure if that's still the case, but I thought I would ask at the very least. This is Kaveh. I'm in need of a consult. Not for myself, but for someone I know. The matter at hand has to do with vampires. I wanted to be upfront in case this wasn't your area of specialty, in which I won't bother you overly much.
Hello, Kaveh. Hm, I'd meant to mention I was taking on consultations this month again, but I got a little pre-occupied with some things. You're fine to reach out to me.
I really only know one vampire, and even then he's not exactly forthcoming on things. Can you tell me a bit more what's on your mind?
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[Yes, hello, Brook, lovely weather we're having, nice to hear from you, too.]
A guy named Onni made me eat and sleep, and I've been okay since then. He says I'm supposed to eat different kinds of food, but I definitely ate just candy one day, and that was fine. I only need a couple hours of sleep a day, too. Which is still more annoying than none, but whatever.
[ Maybe it's outside of his office or his actual apartment door. There's no knock or anything, but there will be a basket consisting of the following items.
- One of those sheet face masks! It's a happy purple narwhal from the looks of it. - A pair of adorable slippers! They'll either fit or be too big, probably. Sometimes one must guess these things. - Lavender-scented bubble bath - A Eucalyptus-scented shower steamer - Freshly-baked sugar cookies - A chilled bottle of water - The fluffiest damn blanket known to man - A note! ]
Thanks for all your help. I hope you're able to take a deep breath soon. I wasn't sure if you had a bathtub or a shower, so just in case, I added both! Take it easy, okay? I love you!
[As much as things have shifted, so he, too, must make movements. It's one thing to share confessions in a museum. It's another to put things into action afterwards. His restless heart won't ask for less.]
[With how he feels about the man, he needs to make sure he's close. Close enough. Something like it. He can't go running from one end of the city to here, after all, in case something happens.]
[...He can't let what happened on Christmas happen again, when he came too late.]
[...]
[So, he's here. Like a veritable nomad, he's moved down the hallway. It's fine. Daan doesn't need to know. He'll stay here, and watch him, and nothing needs to be amiss.]
[He makes his exit so that he can make his rounds - just a brief walk up and down the hallway, just to see if anything is amiss. Nothing is. But he has to be sure.]
[Nothing pressing is exactly on Daan's schedule, but he did have every intention of stopping by the pharmacy to restock on a couple of medications. Funny thing about almost everyone having sleeping issues in this damned city means he's actually needing to get more. Wild!
But he stops when he sees familiar figure and extra familiar glowing red eyes.]
...Vergilius?
[Most people would probably be properly shooketh seeing a very tall man with glowing red eyes, but Daan is honestly just a bit puzzled.]
To begin, please accept my apologies for addressing you so informally. A new acquaintance of mine gave me your first name and this method to reach you, but I'm afraid I neglected to ask for a surname. He told me that you are a doctor and have been providing some services for the people who have ended up trapped here.
If this is truly the case, I was hoping I could call on your knowledge to help with a minor problem that has been troubling me. Though multiple people have informed me that no one uses money here, I would be happy to repay you for your assistance in whatever reasonable way seems best to you.
If my information is incorrect, please accept my apologies for troubling you.
Cordially, Nikolai Lantsov
[ This man has never texted before in his life, forgive him. ]
I don't have a surname, so don't worry about that. Just "Daan" is fine by me.
You are correct. I'm currently one of the two doctors present, but I have not heard from the other in sometime.
Regardless, we can discuss possible payments if that's how you feel. Would you care to tell me what you need to discuss, or would you prefer to consult in person?
Apropos of absolutely nothing: I don't suppose you're magically free on Saturday, December the 2nd at 7PM in the evening. Also, how are you finding the recipes? Have you two been eating better than before?
[Thirty minutes come and go, and its time. He feels a little more antsy as the time goes, not only eager to put the party and all its awkwardness behind him, but eager to not have to keep Daan at more than an arm's length anymore.]
[Not to say he had a bad time at the party - but it reminds him even more that, like Daan expressed, this isn't a sphere he belongs to, or ever wants to belong to. He's happy where he is.]
[He's waiting at the entrance, glancing around the streets when he sees a familiar shock of blue hair - he turns, face as passive as ever, but a renewed glow in his eyes.]
[It's tempting to reach out as he approaches, although Daan restrains himself. Not that, evidently, they were being that subtle; apparently having one eye doesn't do anything to nerf the amount of longing he has for the other man. Surely that will not come back to bite them in the ass.
For now: he's focused on Vergilius, getting them to head back to their shared space. To have the rest of the night for themselves.]
[ at daan's door - a well-wrapped package carefully done in neutral, brown craft paper. within is a steel case that must've once been a toolbox, and enclosed within are 4 pairs of two-handed bonesaws, a folded circle stencil, a cloth arm-case with adjustable straps, and a carrying case for the entire lot. the carrying case is faux-leather; it seems to have started its life as two pairs of women's faux-leather shoes, desoled, and carefully stitched together with first thread and then thin, metal twine.
a note is enclosed, done in kaveh's precise, printing-press neat cursive: ]
Dear Daan,
Thank you for coming to the gala; I hope that you and Vergilius were able to enjoy yourselves there, even for a brief moment in time. It's difficult enough to catch your breath in a city that bares what little we hold sacred, but I consider it a moment of triumph for every moment of peace we are able to take back for ourselves.
Thank you, for also sharing about Pocketcat.
Enclosed within the toolbox are your bonesaws, the arm case, the circle-stencil and the carrying case. I adjusted all of them to be as light as possible for mobility, but if you find the weight to be too heavy, I believe the young'uns say 'hit the gym and make some gains'. I continue to hope you will never have to use it, but the thought of you walking about lilting to the side because of its weight like a lop-sided penguin will live on in my heart. Know that you brought it upon yourself for being the self-sacrificial man that you are.
Warm Regards,
Kaveh
P.S. Vergilius helped with the creation of the bonesaws. He has a knack for wires, and for stumbling upon me in the middle of my projects. Please pass on my regards, and make him eat a calorie. :)
Edited 2023-12-10 14:16 (UTC)
un: NAILS | backdated to early december bc i suck :')
hey doc betcha hear this a lot and if you dont then people suck but thanks i know it wasnt that bad but it sure seemed like it in the moment pretty sure you kept heine sane just by being there, too so thanks x2
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