Wake Up To The Horror, Tag: Sythema

[Sythema]

Many interesting things it seemed he had to tell her. She looked at him, breathing fairly slowly and completely rapt into everything that he was telling her. She didn't want to miss a single thing he said. She gave small interjections where she felt appropriate. Either this, or a simple nod.

She would look into the possibilities of another academy. She was certain her father wanted her to continue her training no matter where it was she currently resided. Even in a very odd world like this one. She was certain that what it meant to be a lady was not very different here. At least she had hoped not.

The doctor asked her what sort of work she felt interested in. Something about the idea of working scared her. She wasn't very good with physical labor. Or at least, she was certain that she wouldn't be very good with it at all in the condition she was now. She might as well just consider herself handicapped for the time being. However, it seemed that the doctor changed his mind.

"Am I alright? Well, I am positive that it cannot get much worse. I have already endured nearly passing out again and an almost constant pounding in my head. I am only worried about the future. I do not know if I could ever fit into this society. I don't know if I'm capable of work or what sort of work that a lady like me could ever do. I don't even know if there is a place in this 'university' where I could be trained the way my father wanted me to."

"I know you mean well, Doctor, but I'm scared about this entire situation. I don't want to carry an air tank, I'm afraid of looking like I'm sickly, and I don't want to be rejected in the eyes of society. Perhaps maybe I should leave. Is there anywhere specific I need to go to learn more about my . . . situation?"

[Mnko]

What to do? Oh dear, oh dear. This was a bad situation indeed. "Well, you're doing a terrific job so far. Good for you!" As if that would make the girl feel any better about her situation. Mnko stood there nervously, trying to be reassuring. Oh well, nothing was better than the truth, right?

"You're quite right. You're stuck all alone with nothing to bring in. That's not all that good. And you know it too! Good for you. By the way, you have a lot of hair. Very long. I'm not fond of hair myself, but others here seem to like it. Good for you!"

Mnko scratched the back of his bald head. What else could he say? The water alien let out a sigh. Tea! Tea was needed. Oh yes. Some good reassuring tea! But she had tea already, didn't she? Oh dear. This wasn't good. He should had used his special tea. Special tea always made everyone feel better. Like that pleasant man, the professor. Ah, but he needed to focus on this girl. Yes, the girl.

The doctor let out a sigh, before moving closer to the girl. He dragged one of his wooden stools closer to the bed, sitting right next to her afterwards. He raised a wet, cold hand and placed it on the girl's. He always hated touching these humans. They were always so warm, with that red blood cursing through their veins instead of blue. What odd creatures they were!

"Don't worry, my dear." He said in what hoped was a reassuring voice. "I'm sure it won't be that big. The things they do here! All these technology! It's impressive. Maybe it'll be a tiny tank. You probably won't even need a cart to drag it around. You can just hold it like a baby!" Who knew what they had for her though? And, really, he just was trying to help. Besides, he didn't really think she understood. Eyes of society? What society indeed! "But dear, we're all different here. You have nothing to worry about. Everyone is a reject. Not just you."

She was asking about the next step and Mnko crossed his arms, thinking of it. "Well, most go to the offices of registration... That could be a good place for you too. They register you, of course. Give you a POD and can help you find something to do. It's one of the rules, to be useful. Unless you're a student. That can work too."

[Sythema]

Sythema ran her fingers through her hair nervously with her free hand. She could feel the relieving effects of the oxygen pills. However, the doctor was making her nervous. He seemed to skip around a bit with his thought process. What was it about her hair that was special again? She gave him the strangest of looks when he mentioned it. She hadn't had the chance to wash it -with soap anyway- and pulled her fingers away from her still wet hair.

"Well, I'm going to go there then," she said. She stood up slowly. "Where do I go from here to get to the . . . Registration offices?" she asked. That was the only place she could think of to go. She needed to leave to get more of the answers she needed. It wasn't that this man wasn't nice or informative, but she couldn't stay here.

"Thank you for all of your help."