Jun 22 09:36:33 106 PA - Emayn gets a job of sorts.
From Chronicles
The laboratory is mostly high technology and shiny. Around the walls, machines of various types lurk, including a large double fronted cooler and something that looks as if it will hold small vials of liquid and then spin them. In the centre of the room, a large metal table stands, without a spot of dirt on it. To one side, a couple of computer screens and a keyboard, clearly connected to the computer on the floor beneath them. The door and windows to the corridor outside have blinds for privacy, and the only natural light comes from the high windows in the wall. The walls themselves are painted pure, clean white, the floor is tiled with white tiles. Overall the room is clinical looking, and a peg behind the door holds several white coats.
The music in the lab is loud. Really loud. Loud that can't be expressed in any way but capital letters. Maya is in the lab, talking to her machines, happiest alone with them, with their ticking and beeping. At this moment in time, she is sat in front of her computer, frowning at it. One hand lifts, pointing a finger at the screen and she mutters something at it before she bounces up, moving towards another machine to peer through its scope.
Joachim's come to the hospital somewhat later than usual today, milling about happily and mingling with the staff as meanders through the waiting room outside. A moment is taken to duck into his office to locate a mug of coffee and don his lab coat before he heads to the nurse's station to see what needs be doing. Brief pleasantries, a chart, and a bemused comment later, and he begins making his way to the door of the laboratory - sighing through his smile as he ducks through, closing the door behind him against the noise.
Maya is oblivious, and the clipboard with Joachim's picture is hanging by the machine she is working next to. She lifts her head, pointing at it, as she speaks, too soft for the music not to cover it. A laugh and she spins on her heel, her mouth widened into a broad grin before she sees him. An instant guilty reaction has her reaching for the clipboard to slam it face down on her desk and reaching for the stereo remote. "Uh, morning Director." The traditional hug goes by the by with the guilt.
"It'd probably be for th'best - gen'rally speakin', for you t'be able to hear when somebody enters th'lab for lab work, or anythin' else, hmm?" Joachim chides, crossing to Maya and proffering the chart as he takes a sip from the mug. "Not t'mention that it's audible in th'waiting room if it calms down. We're a hospital, an' we don't need people thinkin' there's a backroom for th'doctors to be clubbing." SHis smile doesn't fade as he scolds, though it buckles slightly as he gestures to the chart, "Six year old boy, high fever, vomiting, an' th'works - I think you may've gotten a sample sometime last night?"
A knock on the door signals Ema's arrival, a firm yet not obnoxious rapping on the door. She stands their and waits patiently, dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, very out of place for her. Her eyes scan the hall as sways from left to right, the look on her face appearing to be nervous anticipation.
Maya's cheeks flush, and she reaches for the chart, giving him an oddly shy smile. "I think I got it, let me see." She turns back to the computer, clicking through the reports quickly. "Here. Infection, obviously from something he ate." She reaches for a prescription pad, scribbling the drug and the dose down as the knock happens. She glances at the door, a knock being unusual enough that she hesitates. "Come in?" She calls, unmoving.
Joachim nods, shifting sideways so as to be able to swivel his head between Maya and the door. "Glad t'hear it's not somethin' worse," he comments with bland optimism. "But do be sure t'keep it down. There's nothin' wrong with havin' some music while you work - it certainly can make things go smoother - but keep it t'a reasonable workin' level. Professional," he says as an aside, eyes on the door.
A gentle twisting of the knob proceeds the door swinging in, revealing Ema standing there, peering in through the doorframe. Her eyes dart around the room quickly, an almost unconscious act for her, taking in the contents of a room she's about to enter. She remains where she is, however, "I'm not interrupting?" she asks, an air of submissiveness about her that is very out of place, "I can come back later?"
"I'm sorry, I will, I promise." Contriteness is written all across the woman's face before she turns to face the door. Hazel eyes widen when the door reveals Ema and she rises from the chair, giving her a warm smile. "No, it is fine. Director, this is Emayn. She healed Leonard, that patient who came in after the sparring. Emayn, this is the Director." The introductions out of the way, her gaze lingers on him just for a moment before she offers him the chart and the prescription.
"Joachim," he says with a warm smile at the newcomer, hand extending for a handshake, "Pleased t'meet you, Miss." After a moment he will then turn back to collect the updated chart and prescription, giving it a quick look over and double-checking a few things.
Emayn offers half a smile Maya's way before she takes a few steps into the office, extending a hand towards the Director, "A pleasure, sir." she says, back straight as her smiles widens to one more genuine, her hand shake firm and brief, "I was hoping," she looks over Maya's way, "That I could have a brief moment of your time, to ask about..." she clears her throat, weight moving from left to right, "About helping out here? I think I have a lot to offer, and not just in the caring for superficial cuts and bruises."
Maya's face shows a brief flash of surprise, her eyes widening as she meets Emayn's gaze. A brief narrowing of those eyes give the other woman an assessing look, Maya's forehead wrinkling into puzzlement. She turns her gaze towards Joachim for a long moment, biting her lower lip as she watches his reaction before she speaks at all, hiding her reaction now.
For several moments Joachim's attention is spent entirely on the chart, reworking a few of the decisions before apparently coming to the conclusion that, yes, it's all correct. With the situation belatedly replaying through his mind, he conceals some of his amusement behind the mug, eyebrows lifting at Maya. "Don't ignore the lady," he says merrily, a bystander.
Ema lets out a little sigh, "I know how this could look odd, from what you know of me," she begins, eyes on Maya, "And I deserve it, which is, I think, part of the reason I'm here. I'm only good at a few things, and being a Healer, it seems, is one of them. I know its the complete opposite of what people think of me, that I'd rather break down than build up..." eyes over to Joachim, "But if you give me a shot, I think i could impress you."
"I'm not." Maya protests, shaking her head, surprise on her face. "I don't hire people..." Her confusion is obvious, her forehead wrinkled as she stares at him, "I mean, she was talking to you...and I can't hire her." She glances over at Emayn, biting her lower lip, Joachim's amusement going well over her head. "She is good at healing but she might need supervision. Perhaps clinic work..." She offers to Joachim quietly.
Joachim remains on the sideline, eyes moving back and forth between the two, drinking in the confusion and embarrassment before giving a soft chuckle. Straightening up and settling his eyes on Emayn, he says, "I'm certainly th'one t'talk to about that, yes. I'm afraid I've not heard a whole lot about you, though if everybody's perceivin' a drive to destruction, well, I certainly hope you're serious about it." A moment is taken to lean against a convenient table before he asks of Maya, "Why supervision?"
Ema nods, "I'll start where ever you want, though my surgical expertise would be of most value to you." her posture is impeccable, and she carries herself like a completely different person, the feral wildness she so often exhibits nowhere to be seen, "I understand that I'll have to prove myself, and I'm not afraid of hard work, or starting where you need. I just want the opportunity to maybe do some good, for a change." Her eyes dance over to Maya, "I deserve your Skeptism, god only knows what you might think," eyes back to Joa, "I've made bad choices, though i'm really not a bad person."
"She has made some choices that were morally questionable." A brief hesitation and Maya adds, "It is easy to make mistakes though, which is why I said hire because her ability to heal is good." Maya looks at Joachim as she speaks, her cheeks flushing slightly, before she gives Emayn a look. "My skeptism has nothing to do with whether you get hired or not. It is entirely Joa... the Director's choice." Her cheeks colour as she makes the slip and suddenly her paperwork is interesting. Very interesting.
Joachim takes in the explanations and suggestions of the two women, chuckling once more at nothing in particular. "Well, if you're capable, I'm sure we can find somethin' for you to do. There's always more work t'be had than we can readily deal with ourselves," he says, smiling before continuing to Maya, "And your opinion is quite important when you're in possession of more relevant information than I. But that's neither here nor there."
"He'd be remiss not to have all the information, and you have more than he does." Ema's eyes find Maya, and hold on her, "I may not have adhered to your Morality, but there is no one universal way for people in a diverse society to interact. My bad choices were brought on by the actions of another, who treated me as less than a person. Its no excuse, and I was wrong," she shakes her head, "My personal life though, would not interfere anymore, as I guess I really don't have one, so that is all moot."
Maya's blush deepens and she ducks her head, avoiding Joachim's eyes. "My information is important, not my opinion. They are different, and her questionable morality is primarily personal based rather than professional." She glances at Emayn, shrugging slightly. "It is not an excuse, but it is a reason." She comments softly, before she returns her gaze to Joachim, slanting it across. "Uh, I need to talk with you later."
Joachim nods, acquiescing somewhat to the difference in opinion and information before saying, "Well, I'm certainly willing t'set you up for the moment workin' under one of the other doctors in th'hospital," he begins. "An' while the more people we have on call for any emergencies, th'better, but I can't promise t'get you put on a salary, straight off. If you're truly willin' t'help, an' maybe try'n change yourself for th'better - if you could call it that - then we're more'n happy to get you started. A lot depends on what, exactly you can do - though that' s probably more suitable conversation for another time, in private." With one final glance down at the chart, he nods at Maya before saying, "I'm goin' to go get all of this movin', an' you can set up an appointment through th'nurse's station, Miss Emayn."
Maya watches Joachim as he talks, absently reaching for the clipboard on her desk to hug to her chest, an oddly defensive gesture. "He should be better within a day or two. Not infectious..." A hesitation before she corrects herself, "Unless someone doesn't wash their hands after cleaning up the vomit." She turns on the seat, assuming he has no need of her and reaches for the computer keyboard, setting the clipboard face down on the desk.
Joachim begins escorting Emayn out, pointing her in the direction of the station before popping his head back in with a wink, "And remember, keep it th'music at an acceptable level, Doctor," before moving to his business.
