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[color=yellowgreen][h3]Suriel[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Edgetoun Memorial Hospital, getting ready to leave for the day
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Hospital staff, patients, and mention of Alison [@Write][/i][/center]

[i]Cancer[/i]. 

It was a disease straight from hell itself, and it was Suriel’s job to exorcise such demons. The majority of the surgeries performed in this unit were brain surgeries, often those to remove malignant tumors. This surgery was one of the many. Still, no matter how commonplace they might be, there was still something incredibly nerve-wracking about having someone’s entire life in your clean, gloved hands. One small slip and you could wipe away someone’s childhood memories, their ability to speak, or to walk. And then there was the other looming demon...

[center][i]Death.[/i][/center]

Okay, perhaps it isn’t quite fair for Suriel to call death a demon. There were angel’s of death, after all; But that didn’t mean Suriel had to like it. Being a healer, death was the worst possible outcome. Thankfully, Suriel [i]was[/i] a healer, and a blessedly good one, too! The operation went smoothly and, under the observation of the senior neurosurgery resident, Suriel managed to removed 100% of the cancerous matter. Young Ellen would live to blow out the candles on her sixth birthday cake. 

Suriel was in the process of scrubbing down after the surgery when the senior resident joined them. 

[i]”Great work in there, as always. Your hands are always so steady, it’s almost inhuman.”[/i] He said, giving Suriel pause, if only for the briefest of moments. Suriel dried their hands and smiled at their advisor. 

[color=yellowgreen]”I’ll take that as a compliment. Trust me, though, I’m just as nervous any other junior resident… God just blessed me with healing hands.”[/color] It was nice that they could be so openly honest about their explanation. Humans were far less likely to scream ‘supernatural! monster!” when you you said something like that, they’d just assume you to be some religious nut. If only they knew who walked among them. They thought they knew, but they didn’t know that half of it.

[right][i]Peace.[/i][/right]

At 1600 hours, Suriel’s shift at Edgetoun Memorial Hospital was now coming to an end. After giving report to the incoming residents and nurses, Suriel stopped by Mrs. Oswald’s room. It was an unnecessary action, as Suriel already knew what they would see. About halfway through the surgery, Mrs. Oswald’s light went out.  That’s how Suriel could tell who needed their help, the sick all had lights. The brighter the light, the more healing they needed. Mrs. Oswald’s light was dim earlier that day. She didn’t need help, she was ready, all that was left was to say her goodbyes.

A woman was weeping quietly behind the glass pane of the window. Lisa, Suriel presumed. Pausing for a moment, Suriel watched the scene. They wouldn’t go in and interrupt, it wasn’t their place, this was another doctor’s patient. Suriel took comfort in the fact that the old woman was resting in peace with the Father now, even if though it caused her granddaughter grief. In this rare instance, death was a kind mercy.

Suriel made their way to the locker room. They changed out of their scrubs and into a bright purple top, white blazer, and slim fit dark-wash jeans. The angel dressed well, but all of their clothes were bought on a tight budget. Another person joined Suriel in the locker room. It was that nurse. [i]The nurse[/i]. Suriel looked into the locker as they pulled out their wallet and mobile. They felt their cheeks getting warm. As the nurse got closer they grew hot, even. What a strange sensation...