Private Night Shift Hours

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: Bar, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 2:00am.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

Fevris had been up since before the sun rose over Avalonia's cityscapes, her morning spent doing rounds at the hospital and then her afternoon and most of her night spent slaving away to her research in NoxaCorp's laboratories. But what many would describe as a hellish twenty-two hours of back breaking work, to her was a productive day. Of course, she was well aware that this habits could not be kept up for too long, and the only things that had goaded her to take a break were the incessant stabbing of sleep and the stinging feeling behind her eyes. Still, she had no complaints. The First Order was growing, and NoxaCorp with it. A few hours of sleep were a more than acceptable acceptable sacrifice, in her opinion.

She had been the last person in the laboratories and so once she had cleaned up after herself and left everything in order and accounted for, Fevris discarded her lab coat and took to the streets of Avalonia with a clear destination in mind. She needed a drink or two to still her thoughts before finally retiring to her apartment to resume the daily battle that was falling asleep. The scientist had no regrets to keep her awake, but a restless mind was sometimes as bad as a nightly terror.

It didn't take her long to reach the bar. It was a small establishment, certainly not as popular as others, with a quiet atmosphere and a traditional look although it was notably cleaner and more orderly than most locations of its kind. Fevris was a regular by now, the bar was owned by a family of imperial loyalists and she was more than happy to support and contribute. Besides, the woman wasn't really the biggest fan of boisterous cantinas or clubs but needed a drink as much as the next person from time to time. To her, this place was the perfect alternative.

As always, she did not occupy a table. It seemed pointless given she was on her own and expecting no company, the bar stools were the better option. As soon as she was seated, the droid approached to take her order but it was interrupted by an older human man. "I'll handle this one," He said, his voice low and a bit rough, the effects of age. He offered a gentle smile, "Another late night, Doctor? You will work yourself to death." He did not need to ask what she was drinking, so he simply poured a glass of dry whiskey and placed it before her.

Fevris nodded, only a ghost of a smile on her lips. She was usually not tremendously expressive, this was specially true when she hadn't had sleep for almost a full day. Her fingers gently wrapped around the glass as she raised it a bit in an informal and silent toast, "At least I'll try," Her rich and velvety voice replied, making the man chuckle before he turned around and left her be. This was only another late night of many she would sacrifice. She had a vision of NoxaCorp growing to provide all those who lived under imperial rule as the First Order regained its footing.

This was her great work.

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Outfit: XOXO (No bag)
Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

Amnesia was tricky. Very tricky to play with and it was something that only a few people ever tried. There were many factors that could play out. One. The person with ‘amnesia’ could really play into that belief and actually believe the lie that they told themselves; essentially forgetting about why they were there and their intended goal. To forget a goal, would mean that they had already gone off script. It meant that it had all gone sideways and so it would be crucial for them to find someone, anyone within that intended goal while under this belief; fast. Two. While they could forget who they are, they could run into someone that does actually know them. So it was imperative to never return to the same area twice. Ever. Three. Family and friends may get worried about their lack of presence and may go looking for them. Which could potentially be dangerous for them and for the one with the lost memory.

Things always went sideways. If it was going smoothly, then it meant that the individual should be on high alert for anything that could go wrong and not get too full of themselves. Being prepared for anything was essential. Except for right now. The woman would have loved to have said that everything was going “according” to plan. Except she’d be lying. False intel had led her to this place and false intel had her playing out a contingency plan of escape. If only she could remember any of it. If only she wasn’t actually suffering from amnesia. If only she could remember something.

Instead, she awoke, groggy and confused in some darkened alley. The rain drops that were slowly beginning to fall, was the cause for her to wake and it felt as if she had fallen somehow as she struggled to breath. A pale hand lifted to her face as she felt something sticky slowly make its way down the side of her face and as her hand pulled away, she saw the red substance that now coated her fingers. Blood. Her hand dropped back to her side as she slowly moved to sit up and inspect the rest of her body. Cuts and bruises littered her slim frame, but was also notable was the wound in her right side that she now felt the pain of. It must have been something, but she didn’t know what that sent sparks of warning to her brain. Because it definitely wasn’t the fact that the wound hurt, it was the fact that she was bleeding. Heavily.

With a groan, she moved to stand and lean against a wall. Why wasn’t she screaming in pain? She didn’t know. Yet somewhere, she knew, almost as if on instinct that she had to fake pain. Why though? The woman quietly questioned herself, but she pressed a hand to her side to try to stem the flow of blood as she began to limp. To try to find help, otherwise she wouldn’t last very long. At least that was something that she could be certain of as the blood began to seep through her fingers while her long red hair began to hang in ropes around her face, as the rain began to pour down around her.

It was dark and no one seemed to be about except at what seemed to be bright lights from an establishment. With each slow limp, she made her way to the door and with her free hand, she pushed her way in, leaving a bloodied handprint as she went. Pale blue eyes scanned the room while she struggled to speak with each breath that she labored to get into her lungs. ”H-Help.” The redhead said as she collapsed into the nearest available booth and looked down at the crimson blood that had dripped upon the floor. ”I-I’ve been s-stabbed.” She all but whispered as it seemed as if her words felt like sharp knives upon her dry throat.​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: Bar, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 2:00am.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

Even now, sitting in the place she came to escape from her mind she could still feel snippets of rationalizations, ideas and chains of thoughts that wanted to drag her back into the realm of her work. Of course, a part of her wanted to willingly follow. Sighing slightly, she took the glass to her lips and downed her drink swiftly but gracefully, welcoming the burning sensation running down her throat as she placed the now empty glass back onto the bar's counter. Tomorrow was another day, Fevris was looking forward to it.

But things rarely went as one planned them, and just as she was preparing herself to leave the bar and head home, she heard the distinct noise of someone opening the bar's door. The Doctor would have paid no mind to it usually, but the shriek another one of the patrons gave had her head turning sharply towards the newcomer's direction, deep blue eyes setting on the frame of a young woman. Injured.

Fevris kick-started into action out of sheer instinct and habit. There was no space for doubt or surprise inside her head, there was an urgency at hand and her focus was capable of overlooking any sudden feelings in favor of sharpening her objectivity to accomplish the task at hand: assist a stab wound victim. It didn't take more than a moment to reach the stranger, Fevris' arms reaching out to keep her from falling into the booth and instead guiding her to lay on the ground as the Doctor sustained most of her weight.

"Get me the first aid kit," Fevris' voice was clear and confident as she called out to the bar owner. She wasn't easily spooked, but civilians were. The certainty in her tone made the man jump out of his shock and into action. Then, her gaze settled on another man that had been late drinking on his own in a nearby booth. "Comm an ambulance here, now." Just like the bar owner, the man clawed for his commlink without letting a second go to waste.

Everything was happening too fast, and it was after making sure that help was on the way that the cerulean gaze of the Doctor returned to the injured woman. "I need you to breath in deeply and slowly and try to remain as calm as you can, alright?" The way in which she spoke was comforting; her voice firm, calm and inspiring a sense of security in the middle of chaos.

Her eyes went to examine the wound. Judging by the bleeding alone she knew it was deep, and whatever had caused the injury had been removed so there was nothing to stem the blood from pouring freely. As soon as the bar owner came running back and placed the kit next to her, the Doctor put on a pair of gloves with practiced speed and grab a haemostatic patch large enough to cover the wound.

Fevris placed the patch on top of the injury and proceeded to apply firm and localized pressure, using her hands and the patch to try and stop the bleeding as much as possible until the ambulance arrived. "Keep on breathing," She reminded the stranger, her voice still retaining its calmness even if she was clearly physically exerting herself to maintain the needed pressure over time. One of the main risks of catastrophic bleeding was oxygen insufficiency, if the woman lost too much blood her body would go into shock.

But luckily for them, NoxaCorp's hospital was nearby and with the efficiency that Fevris demanded, it took but a couple of minutes until the sirens of the vehicle could be heard outside of the bar and a team of paramedics walked in with a hovergurney in tandem. Carefully, they moved the injured woman from the floor to the gurney and began leading her out of the bar and into the ambulance. Fevris' hands were replaced by one of the paramedics, and she was now standing near the woman's head, once again seeking eye contact. "We are almost at the medcenter, try to stay with us." She said, trying to maintain a conversation to give the woman something to focus on and hopefully keep her from giving in to the fatigue that loosing blood usually provoked.

Meanwhile, her hand reached for a very small device which she then placed near the the woman's shoulder. Upon contact with her skin, the item would let her know her blood type and if she had any allergies against common treatments - most importantly bacta.

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

The piercing scream had torn through her mind and yet it had barely registered, as simply standing had become a chore that she could no longer do. Her body was already in freefall and so had angled to fall into a booth; yet she had felt hands catch her, only to guide her to the floor instead. Her entire body was drenched with water and she felt a chill slowly begin to set in as her gaze shifted to view the one who had caught her while she seemed to bark orders at those around her. It was as if her mere presence had sent the usual quiet bar into its own free fall, one that scattered people into action. Yet most of it barely registered as she drew in shallow breaths in an attempt to alleviate the pain in her chest when she breathed. Her mind told her that she could handle the pain, but if she breathed deeply, then it wouldn't be good.

She heard the other woman tell her not to panic and she couldn’t help but wonder, am I panicking? Her hands shivered from the cold and she guessed that her facial expression must reflect the panicked feeling. The Shi’ido had been stabbed, but she didn’t know why she was panicking. It wasn’t because she was bleeding out, as there seemed to be a sense of calm that had washed over her the moment that she had entered the establishment. No. There was something else, but for the life of her, she was drawing a blank.

Her eyes followed the hands of the woman who had caught her and was now administering first aid. The female had to move her own hand so then the stranger could inspect the wound for herself. Why was she bleeding? It was a question that had her gaze rolling upwards to view the ceiling of the bar and she shook her head sluggishly. ”S-Something’s wrong.” She paused only to take another shallow breath, ”It h-h-hurts to br-breathe.” Then, almost as if the shock had worn off, her mind went into free fall as she tried to think about anything and everything. Why? Why was she injured? No answer could be given, for she couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember anything and that was what panicked her. It seemed as if her brain had unconsciously caught a hold of that fact, before she consciously had and the pain flooded her senses then.

Nostrils flared as she tried to catch a hold of something, anything to hold her steady in amongst the world of panic that she had found herself in and it was the calm words that seemed to grab and ground her in the present moment. She was bleeding out upon the floor and the one who tended to her was calm, steady like a rock even and it wasn’t long before she was being loaded onto a hover gurney. A whimper parted her lips at the movement and she saw stars cross her vision as her hands gripped onto the edges of the gurney in an attempt to hold herself still.

Slowly, her head rolled slightly to the side to look towards the one that had sprung to her aid. Pale blue eyes locked with the deep blue ones and deep within those deep pools of blue, she saw the panic written within her own. She was panicking and she could feel a comforting cloud of darkness trying to sweep her under into its embrace. However, she struggled to stay present. ”W-Who… W-Where am I?” The redhead gasped as she felt the device upon her bare skin and didn’t register why. Information such as blood type would pop up and no known allergies. She was intended to be a ghost and this was information that not even she could remember.

Only one thing was clear. She couldn’t remember anything. Not even her own name.

”W-W-Who… Words tried to formulate upon her lips, but she was fast losing the strength because she had exerted herself trying to get herself to the bar in the first place. So when the second wave of darkness crashed over her, she struggled to stay awake, however the redhead soon lost the battle. Slowly, her eyelids drooped and her eye contact broke while her head relaxed against the gurney as the darkness drew her under once again.​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 5:15am.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

Fevris was not the best at empathy on a personal level, but she was among the best doctors one could hope to find and therefore, was not oblivious to the fact that emotion was a vital component of the medical practice. A scared patient bled out faster, a sad patient with no will to fight on saw their chances of recovery diminished. Psychosomatic effects were a very real thing, and her job was to care for and save those that found their way into her hospital. The panicked look on the woman's face did not come as a surprise, and the Doctor kept on voicing reassuring words and placed her hand on the woman's shoulder, trying to ground her into reality and keep her from spiraling.

The paramedics knew what they were doing, and so very few indications were needed from the Director of the hospital. Soon enough, they arrived and the team made quick work of getting the hover-gurney out of the ambulance and into the emergency unit. Fevris' attention never faltered and so the broken words of the woman were clear to her. Confusion, fear. The Doctor took note of them, the patient's lack of clarity in regards to where she was and what was happening could very well be an effect of the shock, but Fevris would check for a concussion or any form of damage to her head once the more urgent issue - stopping the bleeding - was handled.

Just as they entered the medcenter, the woman lost consciousness and that meant the team had to pick up speed, fast. As the team took the gurney into a surgery room to prepare the patient, Fevris turned in a different direction and was approached by two nurses who readied her scrubs and equipment. "Bring me a vigilax stim shot, please." She voiced, and one of the nurses left the room momentarily to come back soon after with what looked to be an auto-injectable device. Fevris quickly pressed the tip to the side of her neck and activated the device, feeling the needle break through her skin and the almost immediate effect of the stim. A surgeon with no sleep was not a good surgeon, the stim shot quickly kick-started her focus and clarity back to tip-top condition.

Sterilized and ready, the Doctor entered the surgery room and with the help of the assistant surgeons made quick work of the operation. The woman had been incredibly lucky, and incredibly strong to drag herself into the bar. Once the wound was clean and and closed and the blood transfusions finished, bacta treatment through shots and gel would be administered to speed the healing process. With the patient stabilized, Fevris allowed herself to relax a bit. The woman was moved into a private waiting room, sensors keeping track of her vitals and an iv unit administering a serum and pain medication.

All there was left to do was wait for her to wake up. In the meantime, Fevris retired to the housing area of the hospital, equipped with a living space and common rooms for the Doctors and staff that were on guard shifts to rest. She took a shower to wash and changed into clean scrubs and a white coat. She had now been awake for a full day, although with the stim still circulating through her blood she did not feel tired in the slightest - once it wore off she'd have to catch up on much needed sleep.

Back in the patient's room, when she woke up, she'd be greeted by the robotic voice of the system that kept watch over her vitals. "Welcome. You have sustained injury and were brought to NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter for treatment. A doctor or nurse will arrive soon, please stand by." A signal was sent to Fevris' pager, and just as the computer attached to her hospital bed had promised the Doctor would come in through the room's door a few minutes after.

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

The darkness that had swept her under, was soothing for some reason. Almost as if there was nothing to be feared while resting within its embrace. However, it seemed like it was not to be permanent and it began to fade as the woman began to regain consciousness even though she wanted nothing more than to simply rest there. It felt as if she had been hit by a truck and the darkness offered a respite from the physical feelings that riddled her body. Even her mind tried to claw back into that type of sanctuary, as if it knew exactly why she should still be unconscious. Something wasn’t right and her conscious mind hadn’t been able to piece that back together yet. A fact that was what finally made her eyes snap open.

Pale blue eyes focused upon the ceiling above her head and she struggled to remember anything of how she even got to where she was. Everything seemed hazy and she tried to grasp a hold of something, anything that explained to her, her current situation. A robotic voice began to speak and her breath hitched for a moment in surprise while it spoke and gave her a brief overview of where she was and why. She had been injured? Was in a hospital? That would explain why the room smelled like it had been sterilized down and slowly she blinked as the haze of her sleep was slow to leave her vision. It was almost as if she was struggling to bring her eyesight into focus as it became hazy, only to focus slightly and then become hazy again as she blinked.

A groan parted her lips and she felt the sound grate upon her dry and sore throat. It made her try to swallow, but even her mouth felt dry and she ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth as if to try to stimulate the salivary glands in a chewing type action. Another blink seemed to clear her hazy vision as she lifted a hand to rub at her sore throat and instead found that there was a cannula that had been inserted into the vein by her inner elbow. Slowly, her vision followed the small tubing up to the IV bag that hung close by. She couldn’t tell from her position in the bed as to what was in the IV bag, but she assumed that it had something inside of it to numb the pain. Pain of what? The woman asked herself as she remembered the voice saying that she had been injured.

Slowly, her gaze shifted as her free hand lifted the blanket from her body and noted the hospital gown that she was wearing. What was also notable was how the skin seemed to move and pull at her side and she winced with the pain. This only caused her to release the hold upon the blanket and relax against the bed for a moment as she tried to remember anything in regards to her injuries. The weird thing was, was that she couldn’t remember anything. Even getting here was a blur and she looked up to the ceiling as she tried to probe her memories. Yet every time that she did, it came up blank. There was nothing, nothing to remember except that she was in a hospital. Clearly injured.

How could anyone forget such an event?

It was the only question present within her mind and she was beginning to panic all over again. Her breath quickened with the realisation that there was nothing in her memory. Nothing. It was as if it had all been wiped. Some might call it a clean slate, but somewhere deep within, she knew that it was dangerous. Especially considering she didn’t even know why she had been injured to begin with. Was she in danger? The thought presented it to her then and for some reason, she felt as if she had to get out of the hospital. She had to run. But where? A whimper parted her lips as she pulled herself up into a sitting position and with her free hand moved to the cannula as if she was about to rip it out, just as the doctor entered her room. She had been caught and she shook her head with panic clear in her voice. ”Why? Who?” The woman felt the pain from her wound, but the pain medication dulled the edge. Morphine maybe? How do I know that? She asked herself as her free hand moved to her side and lightly covered the area where she had been stabbed. ”Who am I and why was I injured?” The redhead finally asked with a clear sentence structure and wide eyes.​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 5:15am.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

As soon as her pager alerted her that her patient was awake, Fevris clipped it back to the hem of her scrubs' pants and began making her way through the halls of the hospital with a quick step. Truth was she wasn't rushed, but to others it always looked that way. The Doctor valued time more than anything in the galaxy, and her patients were up there in the scale too. Efficiency was everything to someone who led days as busy as hers, not a second lost to idleness but each idle second treasured.

She had not forgotten the woman's confused words prior to falling unconscious. When running further studies after the operation, she had found out that the woman's head had indeed sustained injury. A concussion, not a minor one but not the gravest ones she'd seen. Fevris had medicated her appropriately to prevent the greater risks that such injuries could present, but some other symptoms - such as disorientation - would only be healed by time. Of course, that did not mean she was not taken a bit by surprise when upon entering the room and being met with a clearly distressed young woman who looked more than ready to jump off of the hospital bed, iv still on.

The doctor's hands raised slightly, her palms facing the woman, before she spoke again, "Slow down, I will explain everything. Please try not to move too suddenly or too much. Bacta does wonders, but not enough to keep that wound from reopening yet." Once again, her voice was pleasant and melodic, although it did not hold right now the commanding tone it had displayed a few hours ago.

If the woman couldn't remember anything, then the concussion must have been worse than the imaging had let on. She was indeed a lucky one to not have sustained any major injuries in her head caused by the concussion. Fevris walked towards a table resting next to a wall in the room, a plastic crate was in it containing her belongings. On top of the clothes was an identification, the Doctor grabbed it and walked towards the woman. "I am Dr. Fevris Derzelas. Last night, you entered a bar while wounded. I was there and assisted you before bringing you here." She kept her tone clear and her words simple, making sure to avoid miscommunications was a habit by now.

"I do not know how you were injured, but because it was a stab wound we alerted the police and investigations are being conducted in the area to try and find out what could have happened. Theory is you were jumped by robbers." Sadly, Fevris knew just as much as her at this moment. Last night she had not stayed around to play detective. Then she extended the ID card towards the woman, "We found this in your clothes. Your name is Anya Sinter." She could understand Anya's reaction, not remembering anything at all was bound to cause desperation.

However, maybe her next words would bring some comfort. "Besides the stab wound, you hit your head. I believe what you are experiencing now is a result of that. I will change your medicines to help it pass faster, but right now all we can do is wait for your memory to come back." Having seen her studies, Fevris was certain that this wouldn't be permanent.

"Hopefully then you'll be able to help the officers find out what happened to you."

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

She watched as the doctor lifted her hands, almost as if she was trying to steady the woman who was in a frantic mess. She slowly drew in a breath as she tried to calm the hamster in the wheel inside her head, which kept running with the spinning wheel of thoughts. The ever constant loop, that trickled around and around within her mind and it didn’t help that fear fueled the spinning loop. Almost as if it was stuck on replay and she watched the doctor move about the room. With every word spoken, she clung onto the knowledge presented, for it was comforting to know something. At least to her it was, for she felt as if she should know more than she currently could remember.

Finally the doctor introduced herself as Dr. Fevris Derzelas and a frown creased her brow as she explained that she had entered a bar. A bar? The woman questioned as she angled her head downwards in quiet thought. She remembered falling and a voice, the Doctor’s voice, but… It was all hazy, muffled even. As if she was trying to replay it with her head stuck under water while drowning. It all felt like an outer body experience really. The last thing she could remember were sirens and bright overhead lights. At first when she had woken, it had seemed like a dream, but had it really happened? A hand lifted to press to the top of her head as if she could reach in and pull the blockage from her mind, but even she knew that was just futile.

The woman was brought out of her thoughts then as an identification card was handed to her. ”Anya Sinter…” She said softly and the name felt strange upon her tongue. Almost as if it wasn’t her name, but was. Was this the side effect from having no memory? ”I was robbed? Then they stabbed me? Why?” Anya softly questioned as she slowly shook her head and relaxed backwards upon the bed in silent contemplation. Both hands seemed to grip the identification card between her fingers and slowly but surely began to flip the card over and over again within them.

Front-face up, front-face down. Front-face up, front-face down.

It was a reflection of her current thoughts really as the hamster began to run non-stop upon the wheel. ”Amnesia you say…” She whispered softly, almost to herself as she tried to process the information that was being fed to her. Information that still made no sense to the woman. If it was a robbery, then why would they stab her? Weren’t they usually a snatch and run operation? Another frown. How did she know that? The card was continuously flipped within her fingers, almost as if she was trying to make her memory come back through the action itself, but instead it only served to infuriate her. Anya Sinter. It sounded right, but it sounded wrong. Why? Why did it sound wrong? What was she missing?

Finally, the card stopped moving and she looked at the image upon the card itself and the information presented. The card displayed her name and an identification number. Under that it said that she was twenty-seven years old. Something tickled at her mind and she lifted a hand once again to massage her frontal lobe. Almost as if she was trying to massage the memories back. Something wasn’t right. She had a feeling, but she couldn’t remember and it frustrated her to not know. How could she not know anything important to the current situation? ”I don’t remember any of these details. None of it. They are familiar, I guess.” The woman finally admitted as she closed her eyes and felt her head throb in beat to her own heartbeat that resounded within her own chest. ”I also don’t remember the bar. You were there?” Finally she sighed. Almost as if she was slowly beginning to come down from the adrenaline filled panic. ”Dr. Fevris Derzelas.” Anya repeated as if she was trying to make sure that she would never forget another detail again.

”My memory loss is temporary?” A wince crossed over her features as she took in the doctor’s appearance for a moment and took note of every nuance that she seemed to display. ”I also remember rain and… Darkness. I remember your voice…” Her voice drew off for a moment as she spoke up once again, ”You were at a bar? Drinking? Shouldn’t you be… Asleep?” For some reason, her mind was telling her that she shouldn’t be here, that she should be pulling away and not trying to reach out and express care about her Doctor’s welfare. Was it not in her nature? Was she a distant individual? Alone? She lifted the card up to view once more and frowned. Does anyone know who I am? The woman questioned herself as she stared at the image presented before her. ”Do I have any family? Are they waiting to see me?” Anya asked her doctor as she looked from the card and back to Fevris; to watch her with observant eyes.​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 5:15am.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

Outwardly, Fevris seemed calm and composed, embodying that anchoring presence that inspired comfort and security. Her years in the military, inside emergency rooms and working in high-risk laboratories had resulted in an iron calmness, she was able to keep her cool and tranquility in almost any scenario. However, this did not mean that the current state of the woman didn't raise concern. Concussions could provoke amnesia, but usually it was only a slight one. If the woman couldn't recall the events of last night then that was not a surprising, but not even recalling her own identity was a lot more worrying.

A moment of thought after, Fevris had already chosen how to proceed but first paid attention to Anya's words and readied herself to answer. The Doctor would try to shed as much light as she could and share the knowledge she had about the situation, but sadly it wasn't a lot. She'd start from the beginning, the bar. "I was there, yes. I had been working overtime and decided to get a drink before heading home." Usually, the Doctor wasn't one to share much with others, but this time it was needed. Her diligent nature and dedication to her job wanted to help quell as much unease as she was able. It was surprising that Anya asked about her losing sleep even while having so much on her own plate to digest.

"And yes, I do believe your memory loss should only be temporary." It was a severe one, but there were no indications that any permanent damage had been done and as soon as she administered the anti-inflammatory medicine and it kicked in, clarity should begin to surface again. Fevris' hand pushed away one of the lapels of her white coat to bury itself in the pocket of her scrubs. They were completely black except for the embroidered symbol of NoxaCorp with a red cross within its hexagon on the left corner of her chest, right below the insignia of the First Order which was also embroidered.

She produced a small but fancy looking datapad and tapped some information into it. It was a request for a droid to bring over the afore mentioned medication. Her blue eyes then met Anya's again, "I don't know what happened to you, but I can say you were very lucky. Once this passes things will start to make more sense, I'm sorry you have to go through this." She said, referring to the amnesia. Fevris had always been a bit distant from her emotional side, but she was not a droid and could empathize with the woman's situation. Hell, she'd probably react even worse than her if she was in Anya's shoes.

Fevris had been expecting Anya's next question, people often wanted to know about their family or close ones upon waking up in a hospital. Even though it sometimes the latter put pressure on the medical staff, they were an important comfort to the patients and the Doctor did her best to coordinate and allow visits when possible. But her brow knitted in slight apprehension as she tried to find the right words to communicate that Anya wouldn't have that comfort. "I'm afraid there isn't. We pulled up your records when we found your id, but no next of kin were listed for us to contact." Even someone who couldn't clearly remember their own name still cared for their family.

Then a droid entered the room, carrying a small plastic container and a water bottle in his hands which it handed to Fevris. The Doctor nodded slightly as if thanking the droid, even though it was ignored by the machine which turned around to leave the room. Old habits, Fevris was used to her organic coworkers and the necessary social courtesies and cues that that entailed. She then returned her attention to Anya, handing her the water bottle. In a swift and practice motion, she opened the pill container and allowed one tablet to fall into the very same cap, her hands never directly touching the medication that was meant for Anya to take.

After handing her the cap holding the tablet too, she spoke again, "This should help speed up things, I'm technically off my shift so I can stay here until you start feeling better." Fevris used the word technically because it was not her shift in the hospital, but she should have been heading to her laboratory to continue her work. However, her patients were a priority and even though she didn't question the ability of the other doctors available - she had interviewed and hired them herself after all - she had always felt more comfortable doing things on her own and wanted to see how Anya's case evolved. Fevris' company sure wasn't as great a comfort as her family would be, but maybe it was better than being alone.

"If you have any other questions please feel free to ask, I'll answer what I can." Talking was a great way to jog up the memory.

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

With the words that the woman spoke and the movements that she made, Anya couldn’t help but simply listen with quiet reserve. Almost as if it was a natural thing for her to do. Natural? To be quiet when her mind was blank? Pale blue watched the movements of her Doctor and caught sight of the embroidered insignia. A frown creased her brow as she took note of the imagery, before she glanced away. Her head throbbed as if it was trying to tell her something, but the block just refused to crumble from the insistent mental scratching that she was trying to do. So the fact that she guessed that she recognised the insignia, but couldn’t remember it; gnawed away at her like a dog with a bone. Even though the marrow was all but gone, there would be nothing left to gain from gnawing on it still.

She sighed as she closed her eyes when the Doctor told her that there was no next of kin. The woman didn’t feel anything. No sense of sadness; no anger. Just acceptance of the fact. ”No. I don’t suppose there is.” Anya said softly as her fingers tightened upon the ID card and then relaxed her grip. Something within told her that that was normal. That she shouldn’t expect any kind of family to come looking for her. Why? In this moment, she felt alone and it was an uncomfortable feeling to say in the least. She was a woman without memory. A woman who only knew a name and a date of birth because it was typed on a damn card. It was a name and date she didn’t recognize, nor did the face seem at all like her own. Did no one care for her at all?

The question was still prominent within her mind when the droid entered and left. Soon enough, she had to release her hold upon the card as a cup of water and pill soon occupied both of her hands. Anya seemed to hesitate as she stared at the pill with reservation. If no one was listed and no one knew that she was MIA, then did she truly wish to know as to who she had been up until this point? Was she truly a solitary person who lived alone with no one in her corner to care if she lived or died? I have… No next of kin. She thought to herself and although it disturbed her somewhat, she really couldn’t say that she was at all surprised.

Stabbed… Robbed… Bleeding to death and had found help... In a bar. Did she even want to remember as to how she even got there to begin with? The question presented itself to her and she couldn’t help but wonder. If she took these pills, then would she go back to a life of having no connections? Of having no one to greet in the morning and to have no one to think of when she went to sleep at night?

Anya listened to the woman as she mentioned that she was off duty and could stick around to answer questions. Quietly she shook her head as she placed the pill upon her tongue and then washed it down with the water. ”I’m sure that your own family and friends would miss you. You should go home to them; if you don’t have to be here,” She replied with a soft tone. Family… It was a word that somehow held some importance to her, but she didn’t know why. If she had no family then why would it matter? Did she long for a family? Did she long to have such a connection with another person? If so, then why didn’t she?

Such thoughts made her want to curl into herself, to turn from the truth that may rear its ugly head. Would she remember if she had family and they didn’t so much as care that she went missing? Would the knowledge of actually knowing the truth make her feel worse than actually theorizing such a thing? Should she even be here when her memory returned? ”Doctor. I seemed to have taken up your time which probably would have been spent better somewhere else. If my memories return, I’ll be sure to let the attendee know. If not…” Anya sighed. Did she want them back? ”Then I don’t know. At least I’ll have a name.” And nothing else, She thought to herself as she closed her eyes again and lifted her free hand to rest upon her chest. To feel the steady heart beat against her fingers. Was life worth living if one didn’t have anything to hold on to? Was she a ghost? A non-existent being that lacked a true place within the universe that they knew it? Her other hand shifted, so then her arm could be flung across her face to cover her eyes from the glare of the hospital. "I'll leave the moment it's safe for me to be discharged," Anya said quietly. Leave? To where? She didn't know.​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 5:30am.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

"I'm sure that your own family and friends would miss you. You should go home to them; if you don't have to be here,"

The words struck a cord deep within the Doctor. She had always been buried too deep within books to pay too much mind to her emotions, or to her relations in general. But the familiarity that the feeling written across Anya's expression and words brought wasn't easily ignored, even by someone with a more distant outlook on life like her. Fevris knew her name, and where she came from and where she was going...her memory, if anything, was near perfect. Her own interventions in her body had ensured that. It only took the slightest bit of concentration to recall last night at the bar down to the most menial detail. And the sad thing was, she was already living in the reality that seemed to discourage the redhaired woman so.

Fevris had grew up during the height of the First Order, daughter of military officials who lived by and for the empire, valued that hey had instilled in her and which she upheld. When the Ssi Ruuvi Imperium striked bringing the Order to her knees, her parents had stood at the front lines to protect it. Fevris was just a few years shy of being of age, and could do nothing but stay behind and try to mend the broken bodies of the soldiers that returned. But one day, her father was not among those combatants. Killed in action.

That had been her first encounter with grief, lessened only because she knew he had passed protecting everything he believed in and those he loved. Yet whatever comfort that thought had brought, it had not been enough to keep the feeling at bay when only a few weeks after, when the First Order had finally fallen, her mother returned from one of the the Order's last stands...but not fully. Terribly wounded and hanging on to life by a thread. The doctors could save her from death, although her eyes had never opened again since. Laying in a hospital's private room, forever asleep and with a medal of valor still untouched waiting for her on a nightstand next to her bed.

As for friends, she didn't really think she had any. Her coworkers were the closest thing to it, but not quite. Should anything happen to her, they would probably mourn her but not out of deep rooted affection, out of admiration maybe. A great mind for science lost, just as she would feel if it was them who passed. She had no significant other, and definitely no children. If she pulled up her own records right then and there, the 'no next of kin' legend would also show up. Fevris was, in every way, married to her job and to her duty. Hospitals and laboratories were more her home than any apartment could ever be.

She was only pulled out from that train of thought when Anya spoke again. Fevris had nothing to complain about, what she did was important and it made her feel useful. Her own selfish love for her profession and her achievements was in the end the result of her selfless desire to contribute and to see her nation grow once more, and its people healthy and cared for. Even so, the heavy weight that acknowledging her reality put on her chest was not lost on her. She understood the woman, and so found herself opening up slightly to her.

"No one's waiting for me, I spend most of my days here anyways." Her voice didn't carry on sadness or apprehension, but it was laced with honesty and...acceptance. Then she offered a slight smile, shifting her weight towards one of her feet to readjust her stance into a more relaxed one. "And a patient never 'takes up time'. I am not overly worried about your amnesia at the moment, but that doesn't mean it isn't a delicate condition. I need to know how your situation evolves," Anya wasn't a burden to her. Would she have to re-schedule and then slave away countless hours to make up for the research she wasn't conducting now? Yes, but that did not mean she perceived this as a nuisance.

The woman was right about something, though. Sooner rather than later she would have to discharge her from the hospital. Beds always had to be ready for those that needed them, and as soon as the next check-up on her wound showed sufficient signs of healing it would be time for her to leave. However, where would she go when she didn't remember a thing? Fevris pondered on this thought for a moment, before speaking once again. "You will most probably be allowed to leave by tonight, the wound was healing well. Given your current situation, I understand you...wouldn't know where to go." She tried to choose her words so as to not make the woman feel worse about the predicament. "I can offer you a place to stay while we wait for the condition to get better," The offer presented, Fevris waited to hear her thoughts.

After founding NoxaCorp and with the success and growth of the enterprise, Fevris had accumulated more wealth than she was interested in. Most of it was invested or spent - depending the results - on financing research and the upkeep of the hospitals and facilities, but even then there was still a more than generous amount left for her personal use. The Doctor had chosen to live in the very same tower that was the administrative headquarters for NoxaCorp here in the Dosuun, the taller levels of the tower making up her home, even if she only ever used one of them.

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Outfit: XoXo
Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

A place to stay… The words sounded unfamiliar. Almost as if it was something which didn’t usually pertain to her. Did she not own her own place? Was she transient? A person who never stayed in one place for too long? Was that the reason why she didn't have any next of kin to notify? Anya lifted her arm from her face then, so her gaze could settle upon the doctor. Confusion settled upon her features for a brief moment then as she appraised the doctor for a moment. Anya didn’t even know who she was and yet, this woman before her was offering her a place to stay even though the stranger could very turn out to be a Hannibal Lecter. Did she need to stage an intervention for her own doctor?

With a groan she placed both of her hands down by her sides then as she moved to slowly slide her form up into a sitting position upon the bed. Pain shot up her side as she felt the pull of the wound, but it was less than it had been when she had originally woken up. Pressing her palms down into the bed, she shifted her weight over towards her left and closer to the IV. Essentially making room on the bed. Finally her right hand patted the empty space beside her as she spoke. ”If you’re going to be staying, you might as well come lie down with me. Or at the very least…” Anya nodded her head at the end of her bed, ”Sit at the end. I don’t know if my memory will return, but if you’re going to offer me a place to stay if my memory doesn't return; Then the very least I can do, is not make you stand while you wait.”

Anya scoffed then as she lifted a hand to run through locks of red and she paused, catching herself in the action before dropping her hand back to her lap. ”Besides, if you were at a bar and now you’re here... You’re probably running on fumes, which will probably empty out before I even manage to get discharged.” Her shoulders rose and then fell in a shrug as she winced with the pain. ”I’ll even promise to be on my best behavior, even though I don’t remember what that is.” She said with a sigh. It sounded like something that she would say, but caring for others didn’t. Not strangers anyway. Such an offer just didn’t seem like something she would do, but it seemed right. Or was it? She didn’t know anymore.

While the question of whether she had a family or not still remained, it seemed as if she had the capabilities of shutting down. Of filing away emotions that seemed destructive to present day problems. Did she feel fear anymore? It didn’t seem so. In fact, ever since the Doctor had started talking and feeding her information, the fear had subsided to frustration and a sense of… Disappointment? Lack of purpose? What was her purpose? What were her skill sets and her job? Did she have a job? A job that took her from one place to the next? A hand lifted to rub at her temples once more as she seemed to fall into the same pattern all over again.

Was her mind always so active? To distract it from the ever flow of questions that she couldn’t possibly begin to understand, her gaze shifted back to the other woman. ”So. Based on the fact that you don’t seem to have anyone waiting for you, I’m guessing that you’re obsessed with saving lives… Yes?” Anya questioned as she angled her head slightly to the right for a moment. ”Who is to say that I’m not the opposite? That I’m a monster and instead of being the true victim; I was the one who was in the wrong all along? What if…” Her words trailed off for a moment before she continued, but an eerie air had settled deep within her gut and her words grew soft to almost a whisper. ”What if the true victim stabbed me to defend themselves? What if… The reason that I don’t have a next of kin, is because I am the monster that lurks in the dark?”​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 5:30am.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

The Doctor chuckled as she moved to accept the offer and sit near the end of the bed, next to Anya's legs. She was still very much awake, and even then once tiredness began to kick in she'd force herself to hold out until night fell once more. Fevris did not like the idea of messing her sleeping schedule, and her discipline and will power would probably serve her well to fight sleep. Vigilax was a powerful substance, a lot better than running on fumes...until it faded, at least.

Her attention was placed on the woman, registering which movements caused her pain and how much. Judging from what she saw, it all seemed to be within the expected parameters. Pain, moving with difficulty...the stab wound hadn't been minor thing, discomfort was an unavoidable part of the healing process. Anya must have been a very resilient individual. Dragging herself to the bar while severely wounded, going through surgery while in a delicate state successfully, waking up relatively shortly after and now already showing motivation to move and adjust herself. Those were good signs, hopefully her mind would catch up soon.

"I'll be fine. Sleep and I are not good friends," An understatement. Fevris hated slumber with a passion. The Doctor was quite fond of her thoughts, and even now while maintaining idle conversations there were formulas and ideas and puzzles being solved behind the apparently calm and relaxed appearance she portrayed. "And i don't doubt that you would, but I figure staying here on your own would also be quite boring." Another thing she hated, the Doctor always needed to be doing something. Idleness was not a word in her dictionary. Besides, if left on her own it was very probable that Anya's thoughts would begin to go down a road that was best avoided.

Speculation came easy to all beings, specially the bad or hurtful kind. Thinking about the memories she couldn't recall wouldn't summon them faster, even if it felt like it would. Instead, the mind tended to want to make up for the lost recollections, and more often than not it aimed to replace them with terrible ones. The woman's next words were a testament to this, one that had Fevris knitting her brow slightly in consideration and focus.

Yes, she had taken into account the fact that she knew nothing about Anya before making her offer. Her decision to still extend the offer had been made while aware of this and the potential risks. Anya's first assumption about her obsession with saving lives sounded...endearing, of course, reality was not as charming. "Being a doctor doesn't make me an angel. I am obsessed with my profession, yes, but there's a lot more to it than...saving lives." She didn't reveal much more. Before being a doctor she had been a soldier, and besides being a doctor she was scientist. Morality was something she tried to uphold, but her hardened empathy did not churn at the thought of making hard decisions or taking more questionable paths if she believed they would render the better benefits for everyone in the long run.

Fevris was a big picture kind of person when it came to the never answered question of good vs bad. And that required a measure of detachment, and a measure of evilness she guessed. The Doctor would much rather save a life than end them or twist them, but sometimes the latter were needed to enable the former. There was a moment of silence before she responded, "Right now you are none of that, Anya," It was the truth, no one could really tell who the woman was or what dangers she posed, but she might as well have been a generous, law-abiding, upstanding citizen. "Nor do I think you are. Your records were clean, no offenses of any kind." She added.

"In any other case I wouldn't have offered a place to stay, but not knowing how this will progress someone has to keep an eye on you." If instead of fading the amnesia worsened, the woman could wake up in a hotel room without remembering anything again, not the bar nor the hospital...nothing. And that, at this moment, seemed like a more plausible reality than the woman being some kind of monster. "And if you were, we'll cross that bridge when we get there...I'm not in the business of judging people preemptively" Even if Anya was a monster, could Fevris really judge her? No.

Then the doctor extended a hand towards the screens next to Anya's bed and allowed her pale fingers to tap on them. She quickly revised her vitals, but her intention was reaching the comm section that would allow her contact another droid. "Are you hungry? I can have some food delivered here." She herself was beginning to feel the pangs of emptiness in her stomach. If Anya agreed, she'd have food ordered for her too.

"Looks like I'll be taking the first day off I've had in a very long time." The thought didn't bring her joy as it would have for someone else, she was more stating it as a fact than celebrating. Fevris had her priorities straight, and right now the top one was the patient she had stumbled into in a bar, on the brink of catastrophic bleeding and who now had acute amnesia.

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Outfit: XoXo
Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

Anya found herself chuckling to the woman’s words and she leaned back, so then her muscles could relax and focus her body's energy solely on the task at hand. Healing. ”I wouldn’t expect that a doctor was an angel. Angels are supposedly divine beings that take people’s souls after they die and prefer not to intervene in the mundane ways of the human world, unless of course, it’s to perform a miracle of some kind.” A hand lifted to push the red hair back over her shoulder and to tuck a stray strand behind her ear. For some reason, the long hair was… Annoying. ”I think it’s fascinating that people will often think that it was the work of the divine when they beat cancer or survive almost dying. When in fact angels don’t bother getting their hands dirty to stitch someone back together and they definitely don’t do the research to further better themselves in the field of medicine.” Another chuckle, "I can only imagine the hands of a winged angel, trying to save their patient through modern medicine..."

Her words slowly drew off at the end as she angled her head slightly to the right and looked towards Fevris with a frown that creased her brow. Should she know that? Was her memory returning? After a pause and finding no memories, the woman sighed. Still nothing, so she continued on with her line of thinking. ”In any case. If doctors were angels, trying to save lives. There would be no trying. Their patients just wouldn’t die on them. Period.” She finished as she lifted a hand to palm her jaw for a moment as she wondered briefly about such statements and where it could have potentially come from.

From time to time, she would nod quietly at the woman’s words when she spoke, but the words spoken were not ones that comforted her in the slightest, but made her truly wonder about her own identity. An identity that was clean, no priors and yet somehow still had no family to see her when she was in a hospital. If not a monster, then who was she really? How did one become so alone and not have a record to reflect someone with a bad personality? If she truly had a heart of gold, wouldn’t someone be here? Well… There was one person and her gaze shifted to watch them who now seemed to be focused upon the food menu.

Was she hungry? Perhaps, but her mind seemed unfettered by the notion and wanted more conversation that could by chance, lead to something. Anything, than the dark thoughts that had planted a seed within her mind. A seed that made her not want to remember as to who she truly was. However, she knew that she would need her strength and she gave a slight nod of confirmation. ”Anything will do me just fine. I don’t think… I have a favourite food.” Anya sighed then as her gaze shifted to the screen, ”Not that I can recall anyway. Perhaps I really don’t have a favourite food.” She muttered as she shrugged, ”Order anything, I’m sure that I’ll soon learn whether I like something or not.”

Another chuckle. Why did she chuckle? Was it truly amusing? Was her current situation really so funny, that it wasn’t making her head spin? The span of her emotions was like a cycle of confusion. None of it made any sense or was even logical and yet, she was sitting in a bed, getting philosophical with a doctor, who was technically off duty and spending time with a patient. How was any of that rational to a logical thinker? Was Anya’s amnesia drawing them towards each other in some way? Sure. Dr. Derzelas had presented her with a good response in regards to her staying to keep an eye on her. Yet, what if she didn’t get any better or worse? What then? ”Tell me then doctor, as I’m sure that we have plenty of time, why then did you become a doctor? What fascinated you enough to dedicate your entire life to the profession? What is so important, that you would put other aspects of your life on hold?” Did Fevris have a criminal history? Did she commit some act of crime and was trying to redeem herself for it? Or is her criminal history just as spotless as hers and the doctor was just trying to bring about some kind of change?

Was Anya trying to bring about change? Had she dedicated her life to a profession that wasn’t of a criminal standing? Is that why she didn't have a next of kin or criminal history?​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 5:30am.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

The Doctor listened to Anya's musings with attention, her head slightly leaning towards one side as her deep blue eyes settled on the woman once more. Forever evaluating, although they did seem to be less cold. A lot of people had called her out on her usual lack of expressiveness that made her seem unapproachable and harsh. Then again, sometimes those traits did apply to her. Fevris was difficult to understand in that matter, endless patience for some things and a short fuse for others, distant and never reaching out to anyone but usually quite agreeable and with an undeniable desire to see everyone around her become better than they were, herself in included.

Then a smile came to her lips, still small but apparently very amused. Her feelings were easier to see in the brightness of her cerulean eyes than in the expressions that overtook her face. "Patients can credit whoever they want for them getting better, faith is a powerful thing. But you are right, that would be a sight to see." Fevris used whatever she could to make sure people pulled through, if they could draw strength from their family, friends, the Force, or whatever higher power they turned to when dealt a bad hand in life, then so be it. She didn't need a thank you to validate her purpose, but she did need people to survive if she was ever to pride herself in her work and achievements.

"Maybe one day we'll get there. And then perhaps we won't need angels anymore," The one fault of life was the shortness of it. Fevris was not obsessed with immortality like so many others were, what she wanted was to master life while it lasted and she would never be able to do that if she didn't make it last in the first place. She often thought of the day, if it ever came, when nor angels nor doctors needed to exist. Then all living beings would be left alone with the true enemy and ally of all those who were sentients, themselves.

It was then that another droid entered the room, similar to the previous one. Antropomorphic, yet still distinctly robotic. This one carried two trays with it, and Fevris moved to retrieve them after which the droid once more turned around and left. She then stood next to Anya, handing her one fo them. Luckily she had already managed to sit herself, so probably she wouldn't need to readjust her position again. It was a good thing that she was feeling up to eat something too. The Doctor then sat back down at the edge of the bed, one of her feet on the floor and her other leg slightly flexed over the edge, the tray resting on her lap. Fevris was used to eating and even sleeping on the go, this was just as comfortable to her as sitting down in a proper table.

She had ordered some form of pasta. The Doctor didn't have much of a refined palate, food was food and the only thing important to her was meeting her nutritional needs. In this occasion, she figured the extra carbs would aid in some measure to supply her with energy, which she would soon begin to lose as the vigilax faded from her body. "As far as I know this is a popular choice, so hopefully you'll like it." It was in some way funny, that she seemed to know so many things but trivial information such as what food was good in the hospital she worked in seemed to escape her.

Then Anya asked her a question she hadn't asked herself in a long time. Why become a doctor? Her eyes zoomed out towards one of the walls for a moment, as though she was searching within her mind and memories for the answer. Apparently finding on one, the cerulean gaze returned to settle on Anya's own. "I was a soldier and engineer before I was a doctor. And then I was - and still am- a scientist before I was a doctor," She explained. Fevris had been blessed with a brilliant mind and a disciplined disposition than in a relatively short span of her life had allowed her to pursue many interests. However, her beginnings in the field of medicine hadn't been centered on medicine itself. "I had a mind for it, and a vision. When I was in the army I saw the weaknesses of living beings on a regular basis, and the pain they caused." She paused for a moment.

"Becoming a Doctor simply...happened. It was the next step. My calling." Her goals and objectives were more than she could describe right now, but the end it all came down to the same factor. A thirst for knowledge, a feeling of completion earned by serving and protecting those who served and protected the Empire.

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Outfit: XoXo
Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

Pale blue eyes watched the smile spread upon her Doctor’s lips and for some reason, it made her smile as well. Finally, a smile. The woman could relax now that she had finally managed to break through the external exterior. Why was it so important to give the doctor a small sliver of amusement? She wasn’t at all sure. She just knew that while it felt as if it wasn’t something that she would normally go out of her way to do, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t at least make the Doctor’s life easier while having to deal with an amnesia patient. Besides, what if the amnesia was a blessing in disguise? What if she had been a criminal? Just because she didn’t have a record, didn’t mean that she wasn’t guilty. It just meant that she hadn’t been caught.

Soon the food had arrived and the doctor kindly handed her a plate of food and she leaned forwards to sniff at it. A frown caressed her forehead for a moment as she poked at the food for a moment. It felt familiar, it smelled familiar, the name even came to her easily enough, but for some reason she still couldn’t remember anything else. ”Why is it that I recognize this, can place a name to it and yet still remember nothing else?” Anya muttered mostly to herself as she began to slowly eat the food and as she took a bite, her gaze moved back to the other woman whose gaze had become unfocused. She is remembering something, She thought to herself with a slight pang of jealousy.

Do you really want to remember?

The question popped up unbidden inside her mind and she found herself internally recoiling from the thought and focused her attention back onto her food as she patiently waited. Finally, Fevris began to speak and she nodded her head quietly. ”I wish I knew what my calling had been.” Anya said softly as she finished her food as another unbidden thought wormed its way into her head. Do you really? A sigh caressed her lips then as she moved to place the tray upon the small table beside her bed and slowly moved to lay down. ”Maybe not remembering is my calling.” She said softly as a yawn parted her lips. ”If you’re tired, there is plenty of room, I won’t bite.” The woman said as her eyes fluttered closed. ”Just going to… Rest my eyes for a moment.” She said and although she never meant to fall asleep, she did. When darkness encompassed her and felt like a weighted blanket that cocooned her, the red headed woman dreamed…

A man stood within a ritual and she watched as two ghostly wolves pulled themselves free, only to run off into the distance. The heat felt immeasurable against her pale skin and she felt uncomfortable as the sweat made her skin feel clammy, only to make what she was wearing stick closer to her skin. She watched as the man seemed to waver and then, almost as if on instinct, she reached out to catch his fall. The woman spoke to another man but the words were jumbled and almost as if she was in an outer body experience, she watched as the woman began to drag the man who had just partook in a ritual to a dark tunnel. One that seemed to have no light at the end…

With a start. She woke and instead of feeling pain, she felt confusion. Quietly, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, while she took note of the room and as she did that the dream seemed to fade off into the background. It faded to the point where not even recollection would help her now and she tried to push to remember it. Instead, she came up against the solid wall of darkness. Her memories had still not returned? She lifted a shaking hand to run through sweat, drenched locks and pushed them back over her shoulder. ”Nothing…” Anya said softly, ”Guess the pill didn’t work.”​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 7:30pm.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

Fevris listened to her question about the food, while she could give no certain answer for there were endless variables, many of which weren't even fully understood yet by science, she did have a pretty good guess. "Smell and memory are tightly linked, more so than any of our other senses. Particular smells can evoke particular memories, or in you case a sense of familiarity." Fevris had an eidetic memory, and even while everything she saw and heard was as clear to her as it had been the moment it happened, smells were the easiest to recall. It only took thinking about a flower, and she could feel its smell as though it was resting right beneath her nose in the present.

As they ate, Fevris kept some idle chat going. It was a bit hard to do, given that the woman had no memories, but she tried going through subjects that might inspire her mind to reboot and recall the lost information. She had no such luck, but at least it had made for an entertaining meal. Once she was done eating, she too placed the tray in the small table after moving its contents so that she was able to slip one tray beneath the other. Organized. Meanwhile she listened to Anya, and decided to offer some comfort. "I do believe you will, it just takes time. Sometimes the more we look for something, the more it hides from us." She wouldn't ask the woman to stop trying to force her memories back, because she knew it was simply not a choice. Fevris would be doing the exact same thing had she been in that situation.

And then Anya muttered something about closing her eyes before fading into a deep sleep. Fevris felt tempted to accept the offer, tiredness and sleep finally beginning to catch up with her. Such bothersome feelings. However, there were some things she needed to do first. The Doctor picked up the trays and silently left the room, making sure to leave them were a droid could grab them before heading back to the residential area of the hospital. As she walked through it, she could pick into some rooms with bunk beds for the organic staff on guard to rest when they needed to, some doctors and nurses were sleeping, waiting to be woken up to take over their next shift.

Fevris walked towards a different room, one that was empty, and aced a wall full of lockers. Opening her own, she prepared a change of clothes for Anya. They were relatively close in size so they should fit well enough. Once it was time for them to leave the hospital, she couldn't have the woman walking around in a hospital gown and her own clothes were stained in dried blood. Fevris was wearing clean and fresh scrubs, so she would change once it was time to go home. That done, she returned to the patient's room, a datapad in hand. Even though she was very tired, she intended to keep to her goal of not falling asleep until nightfall to keep her schedule in check. Otherwise she'd have a restless night and a groggy morning.

Bringing in an office chair to sit it, she placed it near Anya's bed and made herself comfortable. Silently she began working on documents and studied in the datapad, from time to time a hologram would appear in the air above the datapad which she'd analyze before continuing. Hours spent in concentration as she worked slower than usual, not willing to allow her tiredness to make her commit mistakes. Then Anya woke up, and judging by her motions, Fevris guessed her dreams had not been very pleasant. However, before speaking, she watched her attentively. Maybe her mind had cleared up.

Anya's words soon revealed that it hadn't.

"Well, we can only wait now, and run more studies as time progresses but I doubt those would be of any help." Her scans, the many scans Fevris had been adamant on taking, had come up clean. Nothing was wrong, from a biological point of view, with her head. So the remaining answer was trauma, psychology, and that would only lessen as Anya subconsciously processed what had happened. "I'll check your wound and if everything is looking alright, I'll be able to discharge you." She said, standing up from her seat and walking towards her.

Fevris examined the wound thoroughly but swiftly, her experience granting her the ability to be precise without taking too long a time. Then she applied a new coat of bacta gel and redressed it. "It's healing nicely, better than I expected it to actually." She said, offering the woman a small smile. The good news, of course, meant that Anya's time in the hospital was coming to an end. Knowing she had already expressed as much and without repeating herself, Fevris grabbed the bundle of clothes she had prepared for her and placed it on the bed, next to Anya's feet.

"I brought these for you so you can change into them,"She explained, and then met the eyes of the woman with her own. "Do you need any help standing up?" If her answer was positive, Fevris would help her and after giving the indication to be gentle and careful in her movements, prepared to leave the room to give her some privacy. "That door leads to the bathroom, I'll go sort the paperwork and wait outside the room." She said, gesturing towards a door in the opposite wall before grabbing her datapad and walking out.

After filing in her report into the datapad and marking Anya as a discharged patient, Fevris waited for her to come out when she was ready and staying alert in case she needed any help. Watching out through a window at the far end of the corridor, she saw that light was beginning to fade as day gave way for nighttime once more. Several hours over a full day spent awake. Right now, Fevris was finally 'running on fumes'; it was a good thing that her discipline had such power against the demands of her body and its need for rest.

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Outfit: XoXo
Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

Anya’s gaze shifted over to the woman who was now positioned in an office chair of sorts beside her bed and she smirked slightly. It seemed that the Doctor was indeed a resilient type woman, especially when it came to sleep. She even spotted the datapad within her lap and just the way that she was conducting herself seemed so familiar. Almost as if she was a driven type herself. Driven by what? She questioned herself, but came up blank as usual. Perhaps one day her mind would definitely provide her with the much needed answers that she craved, but for now, she was just going to have to settle for current day knowledge. A sigh parted her lips as she nodded, ”I know. It takes time,” She muttered as she shifted to lift the blankets from her pale form for the Doctor’s easy access.

Pale blues watched with slight interest as to how Fevris seemed to examine the wound thoroughly and Anya herself couldn’t help but look at it herself with some mild curiousity. It didn’t hurt as much as it once had and even th- A sharp pain shot through her head and she glanced away to allow her red hair to curtain her face from view while the Doctor began to redress the wound. Her free hand lifted to rub at her templates as she saw a glint buried deep within the dark empty hole where her memories used to be. Curiousity sparked within, but at the same time, the same questions from before came to the forefront of her mind. Do you really want to remember? Do you really want to know if you’re a monster or not? At such thoughts, she inwardly recoiled and the glint seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness once again.

When the doctor spoke, she glanced back at the woman who seemed to be smiling softly as she announced that the wound seemed to be healing nicely. ”Oh… Yes, indeed. It hurts far less than before.” She said as she looked at the clothes that the other woman placed on the end of the bed. Of course. She was being discharged, which she knew would happen, she was just slightly disoriented from the dream and she smiled, only to shake her head at the offer of being helped up. For some reason, she felt that she should be able to do most things herself, as if she was just simply used to helping herself and not relying upon help from others. ”Thanks. I’m sure that I’ll be fine to get up and get dressed.”

Quietly, her gaze followed the Doctor’s movements as she left the room and she threw the blanket completely off her form. Anya slid her legs off the bed and finally shifted her weight upon her feet. The wound seemed to pull, but it was dull in pain and the redheaded woman could easily block the pain out. Almost as if it was instinct to simply ignore such pain. Was that how she managed to get herself to the bar? By phasing out the pain of the wound? How far had she actually walked to get help? She questioned herself as she collected the clothes and moved to the bathroom to quickly get changed. The outfit was definitely not something that she would choose for herself. At least, she didn’t think so. The top just seemed… Loose for some reason and didn’t hug her figure like she felt it should.

In any case, once she was done, she exited the bathroom and the room. Anya found herself in a corridor and her gaze fell upon Fevris, only to follow the direction of her eyesight to the window at the far end of the corridor. She watched the light fading. As the red, orange and yellow bathed the corridor in its brilliance for one last time, before the darkened blue, navy and black soon replaced them. For some reason, Anya found peace within the darkness, as if it was a familiar companion. A sigh of relief parted her lips, almost as if the actions of finally being able to stand on her own two feet and be out of the hospital room, had helped her to relax from the mind numbing laying down.

The tension in her shoulders seemed to leave her body as they relaxed and she angled her head towards the Doctor beside her. ”I know it may be a little unorthodox, Doctor, but I hope you don’t mind if I simply call you Fevris from here on out. It seems a little impersonal to keep calling you Doctor.” Anya said with a slight chuckle while her shoulders rose and fell in a simple shrug. Yet as she viewed the Doctor beside her, she took note of the usual indicators that the woman was beginning to feel the lack of sleep. ”Perhaps we should be on our way and get you home, so then you can sleep.” She said as a frown creased her forehead. Again, the woman was worrying about the wellbeing of this Doctor. Why?​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: Noxis Tower, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Wearing: XxX.
Time: Approximately 8:00pm.
Tagging: Shalita Verd

Fevris quickly sorted through the required documents and validations to officially discharge Anya, and once she was done she simply turned the datapad off and kept it with her. The device was a lot more important than it looked. At a simple glance, innocuous, another datapad just like any other, but when used by Fevris it became a lot more than that. Not unlike a master key, the object could link itself and access all of NoxaCorp's system if the user possessed the necessary clearance. It had saved Fevris a load of time and made things easier, for now she only ever needed to have the one datapad in hand.

In the remaining moments of silence before Anya emerged from the room, the Doctor pondered on the previous events. Now more relaxed and not worried about her patient bleeding out, she did try to piece the events and scout for any piece or detail of information in her memory that might have gone unnoticed. Maybe she could recall something from the previous night that helped Anya get her memory back, even if it didn't maybe it'd be comforting to find out a bit more.

This was a rare thing for her. Fevris did care for her patients but more often than not this was not born out of empathy but practicality. Her job required trust and for people it seemed to be easier to trust someone who was...not like her, more welcoming, warmer. So she played the part, for them and herself. Its not that she was heartless, she had simply numbed herself too people over time; it was easier that way. However, she did feel compelled on a more personal level to help Anya, beyond a medical assistance point of view. Confused as to why, she told herself it was because she was interested in Anya's case, but maybe it was because she could relate to her in a way she was yet unable to see.

When the redhaired woman finally came out of the room, the Doctor's blue eyes did quick once over the clothes she had gave her. They fit her fairly well, otherwise Fevris would have gone to see if she had anything that might be a better match. Her cerulean gaze met Anya's when spoken to, and her words put a proper, full smirk on the Doctor's face for the first time. "Go ahead. It would feel weird to have two people calling me Doctor in my own home," She said, although of course Anya wouldn't quite understand what she meant right away. Fevris could be the judgy type, but usually her meanness and her enforcement of protocols and formalities was only directed at those she considered ignorant or annoying.

Then she nodded at her next words, Anya was right, tiredness was quickly catching up on her. "That sounds like a good idea, let's go." She lead the way through the corridors of the hospital, making sure to move slowly enough so that Anya could keep up without her healing wound being a bother. The corridors of the hospital were clean and bright and orderly. Medical droids went about their business as well as organic staff, some of whom turned to say their goodbyes to Fevris and Anya as they passed them by.

Once outside, they were met with the crisp air of the Dosuunian night. Fevris enjoyed the bite of the cold, and so could still be wearing her short-sleeved scrubs without feeling uncomfortable in the slightest. The fact that Anya may not have enjoyed the cold as much as she did was the reason why she had also handed her a coat a while ago. Soon enough they reached the landing pads, divided into two sections: one for hospital stuff and the other one for visitors. The First Order did not allow air traffic or lanes because of environmental and safety regulations. There were no airspeeders or shuttles crowding the skies of Dosuun. People either drove land speeders or commuted by using public land transport. Shuttles and air ports were only available to travel from once city to another, and then again most people preferred to use the trains.

Fevris' landspeeder was a nice looking one, albeit not pompous or opulent. Roofed, with tainted glasses covering the sides and of a black color. Elegant, unassuming, easy enough to go unnoticed unless one was looking for it. The Doctor got in and waited for Anya to do the same. Once they were both settled in, she brought the engines to life and the repulsorlifts smoothly lifted the landspeeder from the ground. Noxis Tower, headquarters of NoxaCorp and home to its founder and CEO, waited for them in the downtown. Luckily traffic was not a problem and they made it there quickly enough.

The Doctor did not access the tall and imposing building through its main entrance but rather headed towards the back of it. After several security checks, the landspeeder was allowed to descend into a secluded parking zone. It was mostly dark, lightened up by light blew lights that lined the grey walls. Orderly and spacious enough to harbor a small army of vehicles, even if the only one that was there at the moment was the one they were both in. Landing the speeder once again, Fevris got out and looked towards Anya, "Welcome to Noxis Tower," Architecture was not her department, the only parts of the building she had overseen where her personal laboratory, even if it was way less equipped than the proper laboratories in the outskirts of the city and her office. The rest she had trusted to the best architects she could find.

Fevris walked towards an elevator, and as soon as they were both inside two lights scanned them from feet to head, another security check. Immediately after, a bright teal light lit up in the elevator's command pad and a robotic female voice filled the elevator, "Welcome back, Doctor." It called, and Fevris did not take long to respond.

"Thank you, Maris. This is Anya Sinter, she will be staying with us for a while. Please ready a room for her." Maris was the AI in charge of administering Noxis Tower and most of Fevris' work. A personal assistant, and a damn good one at that. Fevris had designed the AI herself.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sinter. I am the Medical Assistance and Research Intelligent System, but please, call me M.A.R.I.S"

 

[Shalita Verd]

ANYA SINTER​

Location: NoxaCorp's Antilles Medcenter, Avalonia, Dosuun.
Outfit: XoXo
Tags: Fevris Derzelas​

Fevris’s words made her frown slightly for a moment as the other woman seemed to take great pleasure in the fact that it confused her. Well, at least she enjoyed her words. Although, she was rather fascinated by the answer given. Did she live with another person? Did she always take her patients home? Such actions were dangerous and she couldn’t help but wonder about the precautions that she took, in order to maintain her own safety from her own risky behavior. How many strays did she have tucked away at her house? A shake of her head was given then as she chuckled softly at such thoughts. Perhaps, she should be a little concerned, but for some reason her curiousity ended up being peeked instead. Well… Perhaps someone should be a tad concerned about her own mental health. Whatever little there currently was, due to the amnesia that she was currently suffering from.

Quietly, she followed the woman down the hospital’s corridors, while paying close attention to small hallmarks, like corridor signage and exits. When finally they emerged and entered a speeder, her pale blue eyes shifted to continue to note street signage and specific buildings. Why she felt the need to pay attention to things was beyond her, but she was slowly beginning to paint a bird’s eye view of the path that they were taking in order to get to where the doctor lived. Did she have any preconceived ideas based on current day information? Well, the clothes felt nice, the hospital was rather clean and seemed to be ran rather efficiently. The speeder was rather nice and she imagined it costed a pretty penny, even though it wasn’t flashy or over the top. Everything seemed… Meticulous.

To be honest, she seemed to expect the same for her home. Tidy, clean and barely any personal effects to be found. Most things to be found would be practical and would have some kind of place in the apartment, mentally ear-marked for her daily habitual movements. At least, that was what she was expecting and throughout the trip, the woman would remain quiet. Reserved even, although she felt as if she could very well have done a basic summary while also chatting about the useless kind of things. Sports or some other time wasting adventure that seemed… Pointless.

The trip was quick enough and as they were settling down into a secluded parking zone and she perked a brow at the woman when they finally exited the speeder, before making their way to the elevator. Anya stepped in and she angled her head slightly to view the doctor as she mentally counted yet another security clearance protocol. What is this woman into? The redheaded questioned as she refrained from jumping at the sound of the voice. Finally, she chuckled as the A.I. called Fevris, Doctor and she finally understood why the Doctor had made the remark that she had. A shake of her head was given then, as the two seemed to have a minor conversation before it addressed her. ”Just… Anya’s fine, Miss Sinter seems so… Formal.” The woman said as her pale fingers made their way into the pockets of the coat.

Not to mention that it still didn’t sound like her name for some reason. A reason that she couldn’t put a finger on.

In any case, the elevator doors were suddenly opening and Anya moved to step into the apartment. Her face didn’t give anything away, in fact, there was no sense of awe or surprise written upon her face as she moved to lightly run her fingers over an incredibly clean surface. Meticulous. Methodical. All mixed in with discipline and resilience. Seemed exactly like the doctor that stood beside her and she removed her shoes, only to move further into the room. Yet, what drew her attention the most were the books and she made a beeline straight for them. She barely glanced at the book for the basic anatomy of the sentient bodies and went straight for a book about Xenobiology History. At first her finger seemed to glide over the spine, stroking it even, before she pulled it from the bookcase and moved over to the sofa.

Anya seated herself down and then tucked her legs up under her. For some reason, she had this itch to scratch, one that pushed her to learn and right now, she seemed to be in the thick of knowledge. The woman didn’t open the book, not yet as she looked up to Fevris and angled her head slightly to the right. ”I’m all set and you need to go to sleep. Me and M.A.R.I.S will just be here, reading this book.” She said with a gentle tap upon the cover. Her gaze dropped to view the book then as she flipped it open. Did she expect that she would truly be left alone in the apartment? Not even in the slightest. She was sure that M.A.R.I.S would be watching her every move based on the program's security protocols. Whatever they may be... Wait. How did she know this? A frown creased her brown for a moment before she shook her head and spoke once again. ”If I see you up and still haven’t gotten your eight hours, I’ll throw this book at you and I don’t want to be mean to the book.” The woman said with a smirk to lighten the mood.​