Chapter Three: The Hippocratic Oath
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As Katherine the nurse sat down on a nearby chair, every bone in her body screaming out in exhaustion, she couldn't help but wonder if she made the right decision to make residence here. Oh at first it wasn't that bad; most of her time was spent making sure Wyatt didn't kill himself and patching up all of his wounds, and that was it. But that was when it was only her, Wyatt and that Guide. Now though? Things were definitely not the same.
The nurse barely had time to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea, without having someone being on the verge of death and in desperate need of medical attention. Either one of Norkas' explosives blowing up in the Demolitionist's face, or one of Maurice's guns going off and hitting someone, or one of Stazen's or Kayla's inventions going terribly wrong and injuring everyone in the nearby vicinity. Katherine was honestly surprised she hadn't started to go grey, given how much stress she felt heaped onto her shoulders.
And all the near-death experiences, good God…Katherine couldn't believe it yet, that someone hadn't died from all the accidents and violence that happened around here. Like with all the blood that had been spilt and limbs that needed to be reattached, the Nurse had to admit she had done some impressive work keeping everyone alive so far. But what about the day when her luck ran out? Katherine hated to admit it, but it was statistical fact; a medical expert couldn't keep every one of their patients alive forever. One day, a patient would have to die and the medical expert could do nothing but watch that happen. And if that wasn't a particularly sobering thought, the Nurse didn't know what was.
As Katherine took off her shoes and started rubbing at her feet, trying to rub all the tension and knots out, she couldn't help but think. Is it worth it? Doing all of this work and having all of this stress? She tried to lecture everyone, teach them about safety and not putting themselves into danger, and yet they kept doing this over and over again. Maybe…maybe it was time for a move? Find a new place to settle down in, maybe find a town or something where people weren't trying to kill themselves on a daily basis? Katherine didn't know what was worse; that she thought about leaving everyone behind, or that she actually was considering the idea.
A knock on her door quickly shook Katherine from her thoughts, causing the Nurse to look up. She couldn't help but be surprised as Wyatt entered the room, a nervous look evident on his face. As Wyatt slowly edged his way into Katherine's room and sat down at a nearby chair, the Nurse couldn't help but admit she was somewhat curious.
"Another injury, Wyatt?" Katherine inquired, struggling to hold back a sigh.
"Oh, no no. I'm alright, don't worry." Wyatt answered. "I actually…well, I found something during one of my trips underground, and I thought you might like it."
The Nurse sat there, an intrigued look on her face, as Wyatt reached into his pockets and produced something. It was a small bell, nestled in Wyatt's calloused palm; the bell was made from gold and was covered in scratches and small dents. Katherine reached over and inspected the bell, before ringing it. A gentle ringing sound filled the air; it was weird, but it felt….soothing. All the tension slowly melted away from Katherine and left the nurse feeling more calm than she ever had in ages. Katherine lifted her head up and stared at Wyatt, eyebrow raised.
"I found it in some underground cavern, it apparently belonged to some guru hermit. Wrote a ton of books on how to make medicine and all that." Wyatt explained. "The bell helps wash away all the anger and tension you're feeling and helps you enter into some kind of zen mode, or at least that's what the book said."
"Wyat…I don't know what to say." Katherine admitted. "This is so thoughtful."
"Hey, I needed to get you something. I mean we'd all probably be dead, if it wasn't for you." Wyatt retorted. "You're incredibly important to me and all your friends, and I couldn't imagine what we'd do without you around."
A wide grin appeared on Katherine's face, as she gently held the bell. "Wyatt, you are an absolute sweetheart." She stated. "And I'll treasure this bell forever."
And Chapter 3 of Friendship is done and dusted! Sorry for the long wait, been kinda unmotivated with this story. But I promise to definitely finish it! Anyway, I hope to see you folks at the next Chapter!
Love,
The Desert Dancer
