Ψ 9
[In the house of Dr. Foreman, Foreman is, well, making rounds. He only has one patient, but he still has to check on her anyway in her magically induced coma. He's come to the conclusion that that has to be it, considering the woman fell off the roof, for crying out loud.
He checks Faith heart and other vitals as best as he can without the usual machinery, before mumbling to himself, but loud enough for the journal to catch some of it]
Still no change. Not getting better, but not getting worse either. I suppose that's a good, at least.
[bit of a sigh, before he gets up and goes about fixing himself something to eat for lunch. Welcome to be bothered by journal or in person]
He checks Faith heart and other vitals as best as he can without the usual machinery, before mumbling to himself, but loud enough for the journal to catch some of it]
Still no change. Not getting better, but not getting worse either. I suppose that's a good, at least.
[bit of a sigh, before he gets up and goes about fixing himself something to eat for lunch. Welcome to be bothered by journal or in person]