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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:13 pm
Despite the fact that she had only been at work for six hours, Amyla felt it had been something akin to an eternity. The end of the summer meant more vacations for normal people, which meant more stupidity, which in turn led to more injuries. She wasn't quite sure what it was about the heat or the time of year that made people act abnormally idiotic, but who was she to complain? The idiocy kept her busy, after all.
Yearning to get home and be with her kids, despite the gray hair they gave her, Amyla was all set and ready to go home. Her files from earlier were done, records were stored, and her notes were completed. All she had to do was make one last round through the ER to see if there were any emergencies, and then she could head on home. She headed for the waiting room, glancing outside toward the ambulance bay and outside sitting area as she did. Gods, it looked nice out there. Sunshine would be a wonderful change from hospital lights...
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:20 pm
Mistalina had taken the boys in town for a day of clothes shopping which they both sorely needed with both of them growing like weeds. Nymue was sleeping lightly with his head resting against the dark haired tiefling's chest. He had done his best to walk around today and was finally somewhat tuckered out. Shidiomi walked beside them, with a few somewhat light bags on each arm.
Nymue's tail twitched and he whimpered, grabbing a hold of his mother's somewhat longer hair. The behavior startled Mistalina and she shifted the boy so he sat up some and she could get a look at his face.
"Bro..ther..." The little tiefling whined.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:27 pm
Amyla, wandering through the hospital's ER, felt something was amiss. She did a quick lookover of the people in the waiting room. A few sniffly noses, a mysterious rash, a twisted ankle... nothing that would cause her instincts to be so arised. She wasn't sure which powerful instinct it was--that of a healer or that of a mother--that was driving her to look, but whatever it was, she felt she'd better listen. Good always came of heeding her instincts.
After a thorough perusal of the waiting room and exam rooms yielded nothing, she clocked out, assuming that whatever it was was not present in 'her' ER. She shed her labcoat and tossed a light jacket on over her scrubs before heading out the employee door toward the main lobby of the hospital. She was passing by the pediatric ward when she was brought up short by that same feeling of wrongness that had plagued her earlier, and she immediately started looking around. Gods, if she had to deal with another abused child again, that abuser was going to get a good dose of old-fashioned medicine.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:50 pm
"Nymue, Brother is right there..." Mistalina stopped and turned the little boy so he could look at Shidiomi. The little tiefling coilied his tail around his mother's arm, sniffled and began to cry.
Shidiomi stopped beside his mother and looked over at Nymue. "You alright, Nymue?" He frowned when his little brother started crying. "I don't think he means me, Momma, maybe he doesn't feel well?"
"Maybe..." Mistalina sighed. He meant Alendan and she knew it, but there was nothing she could do. The little red head often cried and hoped for his twin when he wasn't feeling well. "...the hospital is just around the corner, we'll see if we can find someone to have a look at him, otherwise we'll have to go to the clinic..."
Which, was on the other side of town from where they were at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:59 pm
With instinct guiding her feet, Amyla moved into the pediatric ward, her ears picking up the faint sound of an argument amongst the usual playful squeals of children and the cries of frightened young ones, the normal background noise of this particular hospital wing. She moved toward the receptionist desk and flashed her badge at the nurse, who merely waved her past and through the door into the back offices. No sooner had she gotten back there when the argument reached her ears, loud and clear.
"How can there be no parent?! This is... this is... no. There must be a parent! How could you have just found this kid out in the waiting room?!" the pediatrician was arguing with the nurse, whom Amyla could see was clutching an infant carrier in both hands. The pediatrician seemed to be waving around a letter.
She also could hear the sounds of a distressed infant coming from the carrier, which made her step in the middle almost instantly. Gods, loud people irked her sometime. "All right, all right! I could hear you from out there! What happened?" she asked, glaring at the younger doctor when he dared to protest her intrusion. She glanced over into the carrier and was surprised to see that the little infant had tiny demonic headwings, as well as similarly demonic black wings on his back. She frowned, vaguely listening to the nurse's explanation of finding the child alone out in the waiting room. Well, that infant was faintly familiar, but from where, she didn't know.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:12 pm
So off to the hospital they went. By this time Nymue was crying louder, though the sound was a little muffled as he was cuddled up to his mother. The tiefling was already distressed by not knowing how to help Nymue. She rubbed the boy's back as they walked in.
Shidiomi walked along beside his mother, his feline tail flicking back and forth in agitation. His little brother never got this upset for seemingly no reason. Hopefully it wasn't something bad. He stuffed the shopping bags one inside the other so they could be carried in one arm.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:21 pm
While the pediatrician and nurse continued to fight over liability, responsibility, and just generally over pride, Amyla flipped open the paper that the other doctor had been waving. She was tired and thus only read scattered bits. Hectic life... not able to care.... give Alendan to his mother.... whuh? Amyla's thoughts came to a screeching halt, and she peered at the paper, reading over it more thoroughly. Alendan? That was a familiar name. She did a brief sweep of her overfilled memory and came up with a big fat zero, though her curiosity was now fully around. Taking the poor, unhappy infant from the nurse's grasp and lecturing both nurse and doctor to fill out the proper reports, she shifted the infant carrier to her stronger hand and immediately scooted through the back hallways of the hospital, on a beeline for the hospital files office.
Along the way, she puzzled, glancing down at the boy's odd (and faintly familiar) appearance, the stuffed tiger he clutched tightly against his chest, and the bright red blanket he clutched close. He seemed obviously distressed and unhappy, and by the time she reached the files office, she had already decided to take him home, could his mother not be found. She looked back at the note, frowning. No, no name was given, besides his. Alendan.... a good name. Not a common one, either. She gave the receptionist at the officer her hospital ID and briefly explained the situation. "Look up kids born here in the last year. First name, Alendan. Male." She carefully picked the boy up out of the carrier, looking him over for any identifying marks of any sort. On a whim, she added a final search criterion. "Add in 'tiefling' as possible race or species. Wings remind me of something..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:37 pm
They headed in the elevator after getting directions to pediatrics from the nurse at the reception desk. Thankfully she wasn't much interested in chatting. Mistalina rocked Nymue and sang softly to him to at least try to get his tears to stop.
Shidiomi hit the button on the elevator and leaned against the railing in the back. He mostly spent the time hoping the elevator didn't stop between where they were and the chosen floor.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:57 pm
While waiting for the receptionist to search through the records, Amyla cuddled the infant against her chest. He was cute, in a rather demonic sort of way. Of course, she was biased to prefer her own kids, but he was definitely a cute little thing. She smiled down at him, careful to not disturb him too much and ready to put him back in his carrier should he start to look upset. Now that the yelling was far behind him, he seemed considerably calmer, though still a bit unhappy. She couldn't blame him. If she were frightened and alone, she'd be antsy too.
After a seemingly interminable wait, the receptionist came back. "No kids by that name," she said, shaking her head.
Amyla frowned. That wasn't right. Everyone in town came to this hospital to have kids, and all kids born with midwives or at clinics were registered here as well. Unless... "Check multiples. Maybe he had siblings," she told the receptionist, shifting little Alendan's weight. Alendan... why was that name so damnably familiar?!
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 4:06 pm
Thankfully the elevator only stopped once, though it still irked the catboy. He stayed quiet thankfully and cuddled against his mother, with ears half flattened and tail nearly bristling.
Nymue had gotten a hold of Mistalina's hair again and she'd given up trying to dislodge the toddler from it even though he pulled more than she'd like. He still cried, but since it seemed he needed to catch his breath his sobs were quieter for the moment.
They walked out of the elevator once the doors open, heading straight for the nurses station to see what inevitable paperwork needed to be done to get Nymue seen.
"Brother..." The little tiefling whimpered again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 4:25 pm
While Amyla paced and comforted Alendan, waiting still for the records to be searched, the nurse who'd found Alendan in the pediatrics waiting room barely an hour before was back on duty, fussing with paperwork and getting the desk back in order now that her incident report was done. She was halfway through one stack of files when she spied the threesome on approach. Her brow furrowed as the headwings struck a chord in her memory, but she faintly brushed it off. "Hello. Here for an appointment?" she inquired politely, trying to push the abandoned infant further from her mind, despite the grumbling she could still faintly hear from the back office, where the doctor was still filling out his own report.
After another long wait, Amyla was relieved to see the receptionist returning with a smile and a file,. "You were right. Multiple. Twins, part tiefling. Alendan was one of them, and he has a brother, Nymue. Mothers are listed as Mistalina-"
Whatever else the receptionist recited was lost on Amyla as the doctor gave herself a mental headslap for idiocy. Mistalina... that was why the name sounded familiar, as well as did Alendan's appearance! After berating herself severely for having a memory that had more holes than a good swiss cheese, she came back to the present to realize that the nurse receptionist was still reciting a litany of things about the twins. Birth weight... yes, that was incredibly relevant. She sighed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 4:37 pm
"I'm not actually...my son, Nymue, doesn't seem to be feeling well. This was the closest place to go. Maybe it's just something that we ate today that's gotten his belly upset...." Mistalina was a little frazzled, but still manged to keep calm. She didn't even realise who she was talking to.
Nymue twisted in his mother's grip. "Bro-ther?" Red eyes scanned the room and he continued to sniffle and whimper periodically but he seemed to have calmed down some.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 4:49 pm
The nurse wasn't a genius, but she was smart enough to know an emotionally distressed child when she saw one. She was midway through reaching for a clipboard with paperwork when the phone behind her desk rang. "Errr... I'll get you a basic medical form to fill out, ma'am, so he can see the doctor. Excuse me a moment," she told Mistalina, passing the other female the clipboard before answering the phone.
Before the nurse could even get out the standard hospital greeting, Amyla, on the other end of the line, cut her off. "I got a name. I need you to look up a file for me on a Nymue Norovir. He probably has a record there in pediatrics," she said, hoping that the file would be able to cough up contact information for Mistalina. She glance down at Alendan, who was clutching his tiger and lying rather peacefully in the carrier on the seat next to her.
The nurse pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it for a moment, glancing in Mistalina's direction. Hadn't the woman just said 'Nymue'? Shrugging it off, she brought the phone back to her ear. "Nymue Norovir? I'll look in the files for you. Is that the baby I found?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:01 pm
Mistalina rubbed Nymue's back, noting the fact that he seemed somewhat soothed for the moment. "Nymue Norovir is this little one.." She kissed the little tiefling's head. "...normally he's into mischief...."
Nymue's tail curled around his mother's arm again and tried to squirm again a little.
Shidiomi had found a chair to plunk himself in for the time being while they waited.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:21 pm
The nurse, now turn between Mistalina's statement and Amyla's instructions on the other end of the phone line, looked rather frazzled. She blinked in shock and then said into the phone, "Just one moment, Dr. Raikes." She covered the mouthpiece with her free hand and looked up at Mistalina. "Nymue Norovir is your son?" She looked at the child in the other female's arms, trying to process.
Down at the other end of the hospital, Amyla finally handed the phone back over to the receptionist, not keen on waiting. "I'll just go up there," she muttered before picking up Alendan's carrier in one hand and the file folder in the other, starting the all-too-long trek back towards pediatrics. Gods, this was a long walk.
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