#amy 01

There were some parts of working at the Medicenter that still challenged Arden. She had spent the better part of her career as an emergency medicine physician, trained in stabilizing the sickest of the sick and the mostly badly injured, and then moving on to the next patient. Long-term management and rehabilitation wasn’t her speciality. But the island demanded what it demanded and Arden rose to the occasion as best she could.

Which is why she had spent the better part of the night studying physical therapy exercises for shoulders in preparation for Amy’s follow up appointment. Controlling bleeding and preventing infection had been the first priorities when Amy had arrived on the island, but she was pretty much in the clear from those now. Her focus needed to shift on maintaining as much mobility and strength in the injured shoulder as she could. So Arden would play at being a physical therapist. It was better than nothing, but Arden still stressed that her patients deserved more than she could give them here.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and Arden looked up with a smile. “You’re a few minutes early. Come on in.”

As much as this was her favourite avatar, as much as it was an interesting spin to be so concentrated, it really was just inconvenient not being omnipresent. She had to go places instead of just being there. A travesty, truly. Granted the city was only a city, so in the grand scheme of things it’s not like anything was really far away. 

Gravity however, was a concept who’s novelty had long worn off. 

Still, she wasn’t one to complain. In the relative scale she’d only been here for a fraction of a moment and it was infinity better than the eternity trapped between the trapezohedron. Honestly, trapped; the most embarrassing fate for any one of omnipresence. But maybe, just maybe this place had the answer. They’d brought a splinter of her here, had they not? So all she needed was to find out how.

She’d been walking down the street half managing these thoughts, half checking her phone when she had been entirely distracted. She stopped in her tracks, then took several steps backwards, radiant red eyes focused through the translucent glass door of this... She glanced upwards. This Dream Theatre. What an interesting light, she wondered how many here could even perceive it. Well, this was absolutely a higher priority than whatever else she was about to do. 

The Black Wind entered the room with a bright smile, a cursory glance around then an indirect path to the desk as she picked up one of the leaflets and flicked through. Oh ho, this place could be a fantastic opportunity indeed. But, not today. The object of her interest sat behind the desk, light pink eyes and deep purple hair. All in all, a rather contained appearance.  

“Hello, sugar.”