[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1] [img]http://i65.tinypic.com/2prbtlc.jpg[/img] Location: Building one {infirmary]-> building one, Titiana's office -> Building E2 {Miss Sally's appartment}[/centre] Niesha had risen early, so that when Kristina came into wake her. Over the...was it really four years? Four long, demanding, hard and tiring years, since the outbreak, Niesha had gotten use to sleep a handful of hours at a time. She no longer slept a night through, despite the relative safety of Newman, she hadn't let herself slip into sleeping long hours at night, haunted by Sophia's death, she couldn't quite shake the feeling that maybe they weren't safe here. So many had died...both inside the walls and out, that despite nothing having happened for the last several months, she couldn't at times help but wonder if maybe it was safer out there. Unable to find her comb, Niesha spent several moments running her fingers through her hair, wanting to make it appear nice, before braiding it. Over the months, she hadn't cut it, instead letting it grow long, so that now it was almost resting on the middle of her back, instead of its usual shoulder length style. The change wasn't something she could ever remember thinking about, but rather...she just didn't want to cut it. So much was out of her control, that it was reassuring to be able to control [i]something[/i]. She knew that she could have borrowed Kristina’s comb, but didn’t want to bother her friend. She knew that Kristina was doing what she did to make sure that Niesha was alright, and she was grateful for that. She went about the rest of her morning routine, heading to the medical gardens, she checked on the growing plants, making a mental note of which ones needed to be looked at, or could be harvested soon, making sure that nothing had changed, badly, since the day before. It was oddly calming doing this, and Niesha soon found herself in a fairy stable mood, as she grabbed a little bit of ginger, boiling it in some water and mixing it, she went to seek out Ciel. While she didn’t recall the articles on ginger, she knew it had properties that were good for preventing Asthma. She had quite regularly been dropping by, after speaking about it with Victor, to give Ceil the concoction. On Cold days, she sought him out early, wanting to get to him before he got outside. Today however, it seemed that she had just missed him, and she hurried on down the street, her hair whipping about behind her, as she caught up with him at Meg’s place. She shoved the cup into his hands [color=yellow]”Drink it”[/color] She said, waving to Meg as the other woman opened the door, before rushing off again, nearly crashing into the messenger as she headed back home to clean up a bit, and dress warmer. As the messenger rattled off the message, Niesha changed directions, wanting to head in and make sure everything was alright, although the Doctor was so rarely wrong. Niesha had expected weather related illnesses, yet she thought everyone might just have the small fear, often not noticing it themselves, of wondering if this was going to be another outbreak to end them all. So, when Victor called her in, Niesha went, simply to ease her own fears, but also because she [i]could[/i] do something, and that was all she wanted these days. Reaching the infirmary, she washed her hands before seeking out the child, seeing that she was already well cared for. [color=yellow]”Are you here, Doc?”[/color] She called softly, not wanting to wake the girl, and Knowing he wouldn’t leave a patient alone, Niesha had to figure that he was close by, as she quickly sought to see what he had done. She frowned though, colds didn’t usually turn into a sinus infection, although they were breeding grounds for them, making people more susceptible to the infection. Sure that Victor would have thought of that, and chalking it to the cold, Niesha stepped back, again not wanting to wake the child, she sought out Victor. Knocking on the door to his living quarters, she said just loudly enough to be heard, [color=yellow]”It’s Niesha”[/color] She knew she should be getting ready for the day’s event, but she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t at least make sure the kid was alright.