Who: Jonathan Hollom and those who might be at the hospital When: Day 56 Where: Bell Pointe Hospital What: A full stomach and a rested mind allow for a different perspective. Rating: PG?
Helen had been at the hospital since her arrival two days previous. Her recovery was progressing faster than she'd anticipated, with gracious thanks to Hanataro's efforts also, though Helen could feel the effects of her illness returning already - that part she hadn't disclosed.
She'd been familiarising herself with the hospital, having yet to explore the town or even visit her home. Those would come with time, and more days of rest - something that she was having to learn to do.
It was on her walk through the hospital on that day that she found a new person, someone that she had yet to see there before - and looking perhaps as lost as she also did.
"Good day." And she gave the young man a small smile.
The young man looked over, startled by the sudden address, but he righted himself after only a moment and ducked his head politely, touching the brim on his hat.
"Ma'am," he replied.
He watched her while trying not to stare. Was she a doctor? A nurse? A patient? Someone like him, who had been brought here for no medical purpose but for shelter? Still, he supposed it wasn't his place to question her. He realized he'd stood there, silent and staring, without offering any kind of introduction.
"J-Jonathan Hollom, m-ma'am. Your servant." He bowed a slight bit at the waist again and touched the brim of his hat once more.
She'd been familiarising herself with the hospital, having yet to explore the town or even visit her home. Those would come with time, and more days of rest - something that she was having to learn to do.
It was on her walk through the hospital on that day that she found a new person, someone that she had yet to see there before - and looking perhaps as lost as she also did.
"Good day." And she gave the young man a small smile.
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"Ma'am," he replied.
He watched her while trying not to stare. Was she a doctor? A nurse? A patient? Someone like him, who had been brought here for no medical purpose but for shelter? Still, he supposed it wasn't his place to question her. He realized he'd stood there, silent and staring, without offering any kind of introduction.
"J-Jonathan Hollom, m-ma'am. Your servant." He bowed a slight bit at the waist again and touched the brim of his hat once more.
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