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[color=yellowgreen][h3]Dr. Suriel White[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Edgetoun Memorial Hospital
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]:[/i] Hospital staff and patients[/center]

The hospital functioned as most hospitals do. Doctors and nurses rushed through the halls in flurry, voices murmured from rooms and lobbies, heart monitors and other machinery beeped violently, and the lingering stench of antiseptic filled the air. The environment was chaotic enough that it could almost distract you from what this place truly was: a home for the sick and dying. That would be the pessimist’s way of thinking, but Suriel saw this as the best means to healing bodies and souls.

It was the morning of Thursday, January 9th, 2020. At 10:00, Suriel was four hours into their last shift of the week. After hanging a stethoscope around their neck, Suriel followed the flow of bodies down wing B of the hospital.

Wing B was prominently known by the hospital staff as the ‘geriatric’ wing, as most of the elderly patients were kept in the beds there. The more morbid coworkers referred to it as ‘death row’... Suriel gladly shut down the insensitive and cruel remarks when exposed to them. Why was a neurosurgery resident in the geriatric wing, you might ask? Well, there was a patient of particular neurological interest here.

[color=yellowgreen]”Mrs. Oswald, how are you doing this morning.?”[/color] The angel asked in a soothing tone that made one think of warm milk and honey before bed. Suriel checked over the woman’s charts before taking a seat beside her. Mrs. Oswald stared absently at Suriel with grey eyes that were mere echoes of a once brilliant blue shade. The old woman was beautiful, Suriel could see that - the angel could see this woman in every stage of her life, all at once, even the final one. 

[i]“Oh, I’m just waiting…”[/i] The woman spoke with a confused lilt to her voice.

[color=yellowgreen]”What for, Mrs. Oswald?”[/color] Suriel asked, perhaps this was a sign of progress, maybe she was remembering something.

[i]”For my Johnny to come home from the war.”[/i] Mrs. Oswald croaked. Suriel’s eyes softened and they placed their hand atop the old woman’s. Johnny was indeed Mrs. Oswald’s son, but he had never been in any war. He had died 10 years prior in a car accident, survived by his daughter and wife. This was one of those morally ambiguous situations when it came to Alzheimer's patients… was it better to correct them without regard to emotional damage, or encourage their delusion by acknowledging it? Suriel chose neither option, such choices were too difficult for even a heavenly body such as themself to make. 

[color=yellowgreen]”You have a visitor coming in today, Mrs. Oswald. Lisa will be here soon.”[/color] Suriel said in the hopes that that might brighten her somber mood.

[i]“Who?”[/i] Mrs. Oswald asked, confusion clouding her features once more.

[color=yellowgreen]”You’re granddaughter, Johnny’s little girl.”[/color] Suriel explained warmly. Mrs. Oswald nodded, but the slightest frown tugged at her lips - misguided sadness for the son who would never come home from the war. Suriel tapped the woman’s hand gently and studied her. A golden cross hung at her neck. It was the only piece of jewelry she wore, and one that she combatively insisted that she remain wearing, despite the confusion this disease had cursed her with. Mrs. Oswald was godly woman, and when she met her earthly end in this very hospital bed, Suriel knew that she would ascend to the Father’s realm. There was nothing for the angel to do but bring comfort to her in her final days.

[color=yellowgreen]”The nurses will be in shortly to get you ready for your visit.”[/color] Suriel said and stood up from the chair. [color=yellowgreen]”I’ll stop by again before the end of my shift to make sure you’re okay.”[/color] That was enough to make the woman smile. She grabbed Suriel’s hand before they could walk away.

[i]”You’re a good boy. You’ll make a fine doctor someday.”[/i] Mrs. Oswald said and then released her grip on Suriel’s wrist.

[color=yellowgreen]”Thank you, Mrs. Oswald.”[/color] Suriel said with a bright smile before turning their attention to the television chirping with the morning news in the corner of the room. It appeared as though the recent snow storm was thanks to the Fae. The fae were… interesting. Faeries were like some secular mix between angels and demons. Suriel wasn’t quite sure how to feel about them, nor were they certain about how they felt about the Others being spoken about so openly. The only people that knew of Suriel’s angelic status were those who could figure it out, mostly Others themselves, and they hoped to keep it that way until their task here was done.

Suriel flicked the telly to Mrs. Oswald’s favorite, the cooking station, before heading out of the room. Suriel had a supervised brain surgery to prep for at 11:00 that would take up the majority of the rest of their shift. In case you were wondering, yes, angels can feel nervous, and this upcoming surgery had them feeling very much so.