Post by KLINTON SEBASTIAN DANVERS on Feb 3, 2017 18:07:34 GMT -6
we barely make it.
Klint had never wanted to be anything other than a healer. His sister had sought out a life of fighting, of secrets, of action. He’d always been just as happy to be there, even if it was on the sidelines. He liked to help people, it made him feel like he had a purpose in the world. He’d chosen to work in the long-term ward specifically so he could foster long-lasting relationships and, so far, it had been a great fit for him.
When he’d been choosing his career path, the only real dilemma had been choosing a ward. He’d narrowed it down to two: Pediatrics or Long-term care. In the end, he’d obviously chosen the latter. Still, sometimes, when it was slow or he was on a break, he’d sometimes go visit the Pediatrics ward, seeing what he was missing, or just saying hello to the kids.
It was his afternoon break now and, instead of heading out to grab a bite to eat as many of the other healers did, he decided to head up to the Pediatrics ward. He had just landed on the appropriate level and exited the elevator when he saw a kid who looked like she was about to burst into tears. Hurrying over, he knelt beside her. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m Klint. What do you need help with?” He asked kindly, before scanning the hallway for another healer who may actually know what to do with the kid.
Initially, Félicité had been so sure that her career path would lead her to the Ministry as it had the rest of her family. Honestly, for a couple of years it had. She had joined on with the government, but she'd never made it out of training for her position before her sister had died. That was when her path changed completely and she chose to dedicate her time to taking care of children instead. If she could stop anymore pregnant mothers from passing away...
It hadn't been a path she'd ever considered until life threw a reason for it her way. But now that she was actively a part of the healing community, it felt like the right place for her. Now she had a chance to try and prevent anyone else from having to feel like she had when her sister had passed away, taking her unborn niece along with her. She had a chance to change the lives of the people around her.
She was making her rounds through the pediatrics ward, checking on the various children that had to stay longer than a short visit. Rounding a corner, she saw a man that she knew worked in the hospital though not in her section and a child. Making her way to the pair, she knelt down as well, not wanting to tower over the small girl. "What's going on here?" she asked keeping her tone gentle enough to not upset the girl but sharp enough to show that she was all business.
Post by KLINTON SEBASTIAN DANVERS on Mar 15, 2017 12:50:50 GMT -6
we barely make it.
He was good with kids. So much so, it was kind of a shame he didn't have any of his own by now. A few times, he toyed with the idea of adoption, seeing as he had a stable job now and had the financial capabilities to provide for a little one. However, more than anything, Klint longed to meet a girl, fall in love, get married and have a child with her. So, he held out for romance. Perhaps it was a fool's notion to even wonder if love truly seemed to exist anymore - Ali seemed to think it a waste of time - but still, even after all he'd been through, he held onto hope.
He'd knelt beside the child now, intending to try and help. That seemed to be the only thing he was good at, helping others. The child, however, seemed resistant to him, and would not reply. Suddenly, he heard a rather forceful, but gentle, voice ring out behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he immediately recognized the face of a woman he knew to be a healer in the ward. Calmly, he gestured at the child. "She looked upset and lost." He explained. "I was trying to help..."
Eyes moved from the child to the man as Felicite got the answer to her question. It was fairly obvious what was going on at a surface level, so now her objective was to find out why there was an upset child outside of a room. "Because you're doing so well at that," she muttered to herself. She had never expected to actually get close to any of her patients, but she'd found a soft spot in her heart for all of the children she came across, though at the same time she was capable of distancing herself from the ones she knew wouldn't make it. Those were the worst cases, but they happened every now and then.
Focusing back on the child again, Felicite took a brief second to run through what she knew about the girl to herself. She wasn't a patient herself, but her older sister was in the ward often enough. A poor, sickly little thing. "Where are your parents, Lissie?" she asked softly of the child. The only logical explanation was they'd gotten separated somehow. "Did you wander away from them? I won't be upset if you did. I just want to get you back to your family."
The small girl sniffled a few times, clearly trying to find her voice again. "They were talking to someone about Laney and I got bored. I was just gonna go play in the hallway for a few minutes... but I don't know which door now," the child explained after a moment.
Well that was certainly a problem. Felicite hadn't been on rounds when the family had arrived so she wasn't quite sure where they were herself, and it wasn't her case this time, so she wasn't even really supposed to have access to that information. She was meant to be focusing on her other patients. "Alright, well we'll help you find them again. Won't we...." She trailed off as her gaze moved back to the man, clearly indicating for him to introduce himself. It would help put Lissie more at ease if she knew them both.
Post by KLINTON SEBASTIAN DANVERS on Jun 3, 2017 20:25:10 GMT -6
Klint watched the exchange between the two, wordlessly. He was still knelt down, closer to the child's level than his fellow healer's, but it didn't really bother him. He liked kids - he'd considered working in Pediatrics when he'd first began at St. Mungos. However, in the end, the idea of building a long-term relationship with his patients, of being a constant in their lives, day after day - that had really piqued his interest.
He finally straightened as the little girl began to explain her problem to the other healer. He probably should have just left them alone at this point, the other healer obviously knew the area much better than he. But, he found himself wanting to make sure that the little girl got taken care of, properly. Not that he doubted the healer's skills. He was simply invested, it was in his nature to become so.
The time had clearly come for him to enter the conversation again, though, as the blonde peered at him expectantly. He cleared his throat awkwardly, a way to fill the silence before he actually spoke. "My name is Klint Danvers. I work up in the long-term ward. I was just passing through..." He explained.
WE BARELY MAKE It
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The name the man gave her didn't ring any bells, though she hadn't really expected it to. Since transferring from the Ministry to work in pediatrics, Felicite hadn't exactly taken the time to get to know her coworkers outside of her department. Most of them weren't really necessary for her to know. If she needed something from one of them, it was usually an in and out situation. However, now that she thought about it, perhaps knowing those in the long-term ward would be useful. Sometimes her kids ended up there, when they were really ill. Something to look into once Lissie was safely back with her parents again.
"Well, Klinton Danvers," she said, using his whole name only because he had and she enjoyed being difficult at times, "your passing through has now landed you in charge of making sure this little girl gets back to where she belongs." Of course she was accompanying them, it was her department, but he'd initiated contact. Eyes on the child, she leaned closer to her colleague. "I'll give you a hint. It's three doors away in some direction."
The shift in her demeanor was probably highly obvious, since she'd gone from all business to this, but it was what she did around the kids. Being the mean, scary lady didn't help her when it came to them. It also helped keep them from getting scared if things sounded like a game or an adventure instead of a potential trip to get in trouble.