HOSPITAL

—3RD REVOLVE: SPELL FORGER —GREETINGS, MR RANDOM His eyes sparkled in awe. The rune text had a strange appearance. The texts were made of dark haze that seeped out from the pattern on his thigh.

…

“Welcome Mr Random, I’m what you know as system, I’m to provide guidance, support and functionality as you progress, if you wish to serve god.”

Hearing the familiar voice he was dumbfounded. Text conjured before his eyes, dark symbols arranging themselves into perfect line.

STAGE: 3RD REVOLVE: SPELL FORGER

SERIES: 1ST

NAME: RANDOM MARK

TRAITS: -???-

TALENT: -???-

ELEMENT: -???-

ARCHIVE: —

“Why are the last four slots empty” he asked the voice with a confused expression.

“That is something only you know and will have to find out”.

Subconsciously, he said

“What that’s cruel, you’re supposed to help me out not command me around, you’re a f**king system!”.

The voice echoed once more, calm yet absolute, “I’m not a system”.

… 

 Grand Stead City, Grand Stead Hospital, western island. Being the closest hospital to the Arc-central military branch office in the north. They got to the hospital as fast as they could. With Oliver being the physical fit one. He had to piggy back the unconscious Mary all the way to the hospital.

They ventured into the building running towards the reception office right ahead of them. Behind the counter sat a lady in midnight blue gown with faint silver embroidery of healing runes along the hems, the white apron had the sigil of the goddess of sea and healing embrace sewn in gold thread on the chest, on her head was a delicate headpiece resembling a nun’s wimple. The emblem on her apron; bronze crown atop a shield with a single rampant lion: she’s of baron rank.

Before they got to where she was—behind the counter, she had already scanned the badges on their shakos. She asked, although reluctantly, wearing a forced smile.

“The patient’s badge please.” David presented Mary’s shako. She took a glance at the badge that showed her social status then at the one that showed her rank in the military.

“Ok! Take her to the first ward by the left down the hall on the first floor, a doctor would be attending to you in a few minutes”, she said giving them a key inscribed with an emblem same as the one on her apron.

The hospital had several hallways leading to different sectors making it quite difficult to Navigate. Probably because it was their first time in the hospital. Running around without a clue of where they were going they kept searching, strangely no one was around in the hospital at that time so they couldn’t ask for direction.

After searching, they still couldn’t find the military sector talk less of the ward. They went back to receptionist to ask for direction. The receptionist although slow, gave them directions to locate the military sector in the hospital: this is a sector dedicated mainly to soldiers and they free of fee.

They finally located the military sector which was behind the hospital almost hidden. Surrounding it was a spacious garden which bloomed different flowers.

The military sector had different wards for soldiers depending on their ranks and social status. Higher ranking soldiers got more larger and exquisite ward with the best attendants, lower ranking soldiers—with the exception of those from families of high status, got nearly the opposite.

A long hallway with doors opposing each other, at the end was staircase leading upstairs to more wards. They were assigned to the first ward to the left. The door, made out of hard wood with the crest engraved on the golden door knob.

The room was quite decent, in it where two beds, there was a window at the other side which gave access to view the beautiful garden outside, the walls were grayish dark, and it had pipes of the same color, connected to the pipes were a three wall lamps. The bed was slightly hard, although not too comfy, it was still manageable. 

Oliver laid Mary gently on the bed before walking to sit on the bed at the other side of the room with his fellow squad members.

A knock was heard on the door. It was Mr Rogers Greyson, the assistant physician, a fourth stage revolver, the doctor assigned to diagnose Mary.

He had a calm and nice demeanor, dull eyes and a pretty well defined face. He is of average height with just an inch above ‘just average’. He's a baronet from the suburbs of Dian city in eastern island and also a third class graduate of the Medic Department from the Academy of Rebirth. He had come to the western island to gain more skills and knowledge concerning medicine. Due to the status barrier he could only keep working harder.

He had on a white shirt and a brown vest, carrying a light brown coat on his arm with his top hat held to his shirt as he greeted the young soldiers. On his vest were his three insignia. The third badge had an emblem of a religious group in the east. it’s a golden sun disk with rays, encircled by a laurel ring; this shows his rank as a priest in the church that worshipped the god of fire and rebirth.

Sitting down beside Mary, he took her pulse, he performed percussion then palpation. Then placing his left palm on Mary’s arm he said a few murmur words like as if chanting a spell. Mary suddenly caught up in flames startling the young soldiers whom immediately drew out their sabers and guns pointing it at Mr Rogers whom was still chanting. Seeing that it was just part of the process, they dropped their guard.

After Rogers was done, he turned to them with a smile across his face. “I’m sorry, did I startle you?, I usually tell the spectators about this ahead of time but it seems today I forgot.” “My sincerest apologies” he made a bowing gesture at the young soldiers whom told not to worry because he was just doing his job.

The eager soldiers asked PhA. Rogers how the diagnosis went. He looked at them one by one. Each of them had worrisome expressions, then he said in a calm tone.

“She’ll be fine, but she’s severly stressed, bought physically and mentally.” Then he paused as if allowing them to digest the information then continued.

“Is there anything she’s after as of now?”

Sarah replied in a low tone. “We all noticed that she’s been working extra hard these days to reach the ‘Ensign’ rank. We’ve told her countless times to take breaks but always brushed it of with an excuse and still continued”.

“She works too hard” Oliver added as they all nodded their heads in unison.

“Hmm…that explains why, is there anything else?” The doctor asked.

They all shook their heads.

“For her safety and well-being, she should ‘put on hold’ any activity for now, from my diagnosis, her body is nearly on the brink of breaking down. Please try your possible best to stop her.”

They all nodded in agreement as their faces brightened. “I recommend she take rosemary and chamomile tea at least twice a day” he paused for a while looking at their faces.

“I’ll be back to check on her in three days” he said while picking his top hat and light brown coat.

“Until then, she should rest.” He left the room closing the door behind him.