![]() “I-I mean I guess? I just end up looking out for everyone, and apparently, I’m just so approachable, that I can be talked to I guess? I mean I really don’t know.” I’d go on and ramble as I stared down at the stones, my face starting to flush as I further embarrassed myself. He spoke in a deep voice, maybe a bit scratched, but that was because he didn’t talk very much to anyone… except for me. “You really do have a connection, or at the least, a touch with the people here, don’t you?” His voice, it surprised me, well, not as much as his words did. Once she was finally in bed and asleep, after we had told her to lie down and get plenty of rest, because she had a common fever, we decided to finally head back and to get back to our work. Then she’d begin to get into a coughing fit as I furrowed my eyebrows ushering her inside. Then, I would give off a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of my neck with a soft smile as Ms. Always following my mentor, nose deep into my own records, documents, and research. I just wanted to say hello! It’s rare that I see you around town without your nose shoved in a file of reports.” She was right though, I had ended up doing that a lot. Smith! Go lie down, you shouldn’t be up!” I’d try to usher her into her own house as the rounded woman would laugh, geez, she was burning up… Still, she was in no condition to be up and running, so I furrowed my brows and ran over to her, as she gave a weary smile. Soft and round features, kind, yet small brown eyes, a bit darker skin, with curly, bouncy black hair. Smith, she was a bigger woman, she reminded me of a plump peach. Actuarius’s piercing eyes following me as I replied back, and made my way over towards the kind woman. “Mercy!” Hearing a rushed voice I’d spin around on my heels, Mr. At this point though, there’s nothing you can do about it. It seems a thief ravaged their body, quite badly too. Documents, documents, documents, everywhere, I was his secretary more or less, frantically keeping up with his fast paced life.Ĭurrently, we were going back to his office, doing more paperwork, poking around bodies, performing autopsies, of course without cutting into their bodies, but simply checking them. I had boringly brown hair and eyes, a pale skin, that almost had an unhealthy sheen, and a slender, pear shaped figure. Then there was me, haphazardly trailing behind him, his shadow, always working behind the scenes. He drew everyone’s attention straight to him, he was the “shining star” of the scene, every single time. Sandy blonde hair and pale skin adorned with bright blue eyes, he looked like a perfect gentleman. Very sharp and a crisp figure, slim and lean. He’s a very infamous doctor, although he looked stunningly different from anyone else you’ve seen. To be specific Joannes Zacharias Actuarius. Actuarius in the streets of Constantinople. ![]() ![]() It’s very unusual to hear a woman becoming a doctor, in fact, it was so rare, everyone stared at me, as I trailed behind Mr. My name is Mercy Reese, and this is my story. Familiar faces I knew, and one, that killed me on the inside. It was like a thin sheet of blankets, a thin sheet of protective covering, protecting me against this harsh and stale air. So here I rode, through the masses of dead bodies, seeing through two eye holes lidden with glass, to cover me. Perilous, hopeless, just a pit of darkness, there was no cure. Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white with blue and lidless eyes at a watch, they keep a treachery of silence, infinite. ![]()
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