Post by anomaly on Jan 18, 2016 21:56:22 GMT -8
NAME
: Zadriah
Species:
Angel
Status:
Alive
Occupation:
Doctor on Earth, Healer in general means
Affiliation:
None
Family:
Angels.
About: He is a healer, but lately, he's starting to have a crisis of faith due to all the sickness he is seeing. It seems to have multiplied since Heaven has been left in chaos.
Roleplay:
A soft cough rattled in the child’s chest, Zadriah shifted to sit in the chair next to the bed, “breathe,” he murmured in low tones as he ran a cool cloth over her head. “Just close your eyes,” he patted at her cheeks.
Good god, he thought to himself, why must she suffer so much?
A slight frown marring his forehead as he watched her eyes roll a bit as she wriggled in bed to find a cool and comfortable spot. “It’s so hot,” she whined at him, misery drenching every word. He waited for her to stop moving, then ran his hand over her forehead again, willing her to relax. Every thought was being pushed toward her, thoughts of the ocean lapping at the shore at dawn, just when the world is waking up and ready to start again. The world was quiet, the birds were not yet stirring; little animals yawning in their little homes.
She gave a soft sigh, her body visibly relaxing as he kept his hand on her forehead; she was so hot to the touch. “Sleep now,” he whispered, moving his hand away, willing the scene to stay as she slept. She needed one night of uninterrupted sleep; just one.
He looked up to the ceiling and murmured a prayer that she would get it.
When he moved from the chair, her mother came in with an anxious look; he smiled, picking up a bag – he carried the pretense of being a doctor. He spoke in her language, “She will be fine for now, give her medicine that’s on the table and make sure she rests.” He tilted his head, “just… remember she needs to be a child when she is better.”
“Money, I have little money,” she started up in English, going to the other room.
He followed her, shaking his head, “no, no.” He repeated in her language, “it’s fine. It’s free,” he smiled at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Watch her.”
She grabbed at his hand and kissed the back of his shoulder, murmuring many words of thanks to him and to God.
Only if she knew, Zadriah thought as he listened to her.
“I’ll come back in a week.” With that, he turned around and let himself out of the house, nodding to the girl’s father and some extended family on the buckling porch – saying nothing as he set himself onto the road.
: Zadriah
Species:
Angel
Status:
Alive
Occupation:
Doctor on Earth, Healer in general means
Affiliation:
None
Family:
Angels.
About: He is a healer, but lately, he's starting to have a crisis of faith due to all the sickness he is seeing. It seems to have multiplied since Heaven has been left in chaos.
Roleplay:
A soft cough rattled in the child’s chest, Zadriah shifted to sit in the chair next to the bed, “breathe,” he murmured in low tones as he ran a cool cloth over her head. “Just close your eyes,” he patted at her cheeks.
Good god, he thought to himself, why must she suffer so much?
A slight frown marring his forehead as he watched her eyes roll a bit as she wriggled in bed to find a cool and comfortable spot. “It’s so hot,” she whined at him, misery drenching every word. He waited for her to stop moving, then ran his hand over her forehead again, willing her to relax. Every thought was being pushed toward her, thoughts of the ocean lapping at the shore at dawn, just when the world is waking up and ready to start again. The world was quiet, the birds were not yet stirring; little animals yawning in their little homes.
She gave a soft sigh, her body visibly relaxing as he kept his hand on her forehead; she was so hot to the touch. “Sleep now,” he whispered, moving his hand away, willing the scene to stay as she slept. She needed one night of uninterrupted sleep; just one.
He looked up to the ceiling and murmured a prayer that she would get it.
When he moved from the chair, her mother came in with an anxious look; he smiled, picking up a bag – he carried the pretense of being a doctor. He spoke in her language, “She will be fine for now, give her medicine that’s on the table and make sure she rests.” He tilted his head, “just… remember she needs to be a child when she is better.”
“Money, I have little money,” she started up in English, going to the other room.
He followed her, shaking his head, “no, no.” He repeated in her language, “it’s fine. It’s free,” he smiled at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Watch her.”
She grabbed at his hand and kissed the back of his shoulder, murmuring many words of thanks to him and to God.
Only if she knew, Zadriah thought as he listened to her.
“I’ll come back in a week.” With that, he turned around and let himself out of the house, nodding to the girl’s father and some extended family on the buckling porch – saying nothing as he set himself onto the road.