[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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Location: Infirmary (building 1)--> heading towards the gate[/centre]

The thought of having to say goodbye, to anyone, was rather… disheartening. Niesha supposed that these days, it was a blessing to be able to say goodbye, rather than have them torn away without any goodbye. She nodded, and followed Froggy to the door, slipping out. She listened as he spoke, still a little uneasy about learning how to deliver a baby. She knew that, logically, it made sense. Which didn’t mean that it didn’t freak her out. She quickly matched her pace to his, glancing about them, for the moment staying silent. 

As Froggy continued to speak, Niesha realised that she hadn’t considered there’d be a problem… and now she was, which was enough to freak her out, and make her more than a little paranoid over it all. Surgery? Niesha had had rather crude experiences with surgery before coming to Newman. It was more butchery, desperate attempts to stop the infection from a bite from spreading- attempts she was sure everyone had tried, if they’d been out there long enough. More… exquisite surgery, formal, wasn’t something she’d had much experience with. 

A C-section though? It wasn’t just that she’d be risking one life, but a baby’s as well? And it wasn’t as if they were strangers… Niesha knew it was something she’d have to come to terms with, and hoped that it wouldn’t come to a C-section, even as she recognised that it was something she needed to know. She understood the concept of body donation- Medical studies, student doctors, research groups had long used Cadavers to hone their skills, and find out about the human body. With the way things were, doctors were few and far between, and the need to train new medical staff was something that couldn’t be denied. Would people donate their bodies, once they died? She suspected yes, but it would have to be the person's choice.   [color=yellow]”There’s plenty of walking cadavers around, while not the freshest, they still have organs.”[/color] She said, thinking that hopefully no one would die soon. 

And then he said that she had talent. Had anyone ever said that to her, in quite that way before? She couldn’t ever recall it if they had. Most people meant it that she had a good mind, and steady hands… not that she had potential. She was silent for a few moments, as she tried to figure out how that made her feel. Finally she said softly, [color=yellow]”I will”[/color] She promised, knowing she would try her best, [color=yellow]”thank you”[/color]