“Something on your mind, Doctor Marks?” A nurse asked as I was sitting in the breakroom of the hospital, the Boston Magical Municipal Hospital was at least three-four times larger than the hospital I interned at in Moscow, everything was top of the line, the smell of the various sanitizing chemicals stinging my nose in their intensity, just…it’s been a little difficult for me to focus on my work, luckily I don’t have any surgeries today or anything, just a fat stack of paperwork.

            “Yeah, just…family thing” I said, she nodded softly and didn’t press further. Zavier’s whole ordeal with that Conclave that wanted to inverse the worlds forced all of the warlord’s names into common knowledge. It wasn’t like people didn’t know what I am or what a warlord is beforehand it’s just…people see me and instantly know who and what I am and what I am capable of and who I am related to, so…its often that people hear one of us say something like “family” and drop the issue right there.

            “Coffee?” she asked, probably wanting to just change the subject.

            “No, I’m fine” I said with a soft smile, but really the idea of drinking coffee from the shared machine in the breakroom made my stomach want to invert. I use pocket dimensions at my wrist to keep my own things away from others: a handful or so of packets of instant coffee that I use with water I boil myself via magic so that it doesn’t touch any appliance or fixture shared by others, I keep my lunch and a lot of snacks in there along with probably way too many bottles of hand sanitizer and a couple of things of tea and other things that would be shared if I didn’t have this.

            “Well…I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.” She said with a soft smile and nod before she walked out of the breakroom.

            I sighed softly as I looked down towards my hands, thinking about the business card I had back home and what could possibly happen if I contacted Aden, he gave me his business card, so he was putting it on me to contract him. Just…in the back of my head, those lines of the poem almost were repeating: No rain, no sleet, no blinding light will stop these bonds as I write…even if they flee, their Bond will be being only glee. The poem says that only happiness, only growth, happiness and warmth will happen if we let our bonds solidify and go after them, not even running will let the bonds be broken…nothing can break the bonds. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but how can a heart grow fonder when the one that your heart is growing fond to is someone you don’t even know? The most I know about Aden is that he’s a little older than me, that he’s a professor and his full name…that’s it, I know…nothing more, that and we like the same type of tea. I breathed deeply as there was a voice, my own voice at the back of my head just screaming things like “Call him! Tell him you want him to fuck you!” among all sorts of other things when I shook my head to clear my hear, getting those voice back to the furthest recesses of my mind so I could stand up and start getting back to my work. I hate paperwork, but it’s not the worst thing in the world…and honestly anything to get my mind off the Bond and thinking about Aden or letting my thoughts trail off into thinking about whatever could be happening if I let the Bond solidify.

            I did have a consult today though, so I readjusted my lab-coat and mask as I walked through the halls and corridors of the sprawling hospital complex. It was far larger than many other hospital complexes I’ve seen. It wasn’t a smaller pocket within Harbortea, but the pocket was shifted and grew to house the massive hospital complex. The grounds were open at the edges, but the lawns covered in thick, dark, and rich grass and gardens, the main building having things like the ER and lots of the testing facilities and labs where the more specialized buildings are off to the sides in these angled shapes making a large diamond shaped complex, spaces between the buildings leading into the huge lawn in the center where a big fountain was at the center. All of the buildings tall and almost futuristic they were so modern looking, sweeping strange shapes as they towered above the others around us in sleek walls of thick glass that nearly looked blue from the outside due to the fact it was tinted and treated to keep almost all of the harmful lights of the sunlight out.

            “What do we have?” I asked as I walked, a nurse walking behind me just sent a clipboard up to beside me with a magical hand, I flicked my own and it thrummed with the same sanitizing light as I looked at the pages. “Harpy…broken wing/arm” I said before lifting the page where X-ray slides were, I took them out of the clip as I held them towards the window a little before hissing through my teeth softly. “What exactly happened to cause this injury?” I asked, “It’s too large of a break to have been something like a car accident and her papers show her profession isn’t one that something like this could have happened during.”

            “It was a motorcycle accident” the nurse said behind me, “T-boned by a moving truck, the motorcycle skidded as she slid on the road beside it, and it fell on top of her arm.”

            “That would do it.” I said, “Lot more crush breaks by the look of the metacarpus” I added as I motioning to one the central bones. Ortho already repair the bones when they can and casted her?”

            “Yes, sir…she received the cast and surgical pins and plates when the accident happens, she was told that she may need neurological repair when the bones and tissue has repaired itself and the wing is stable enough for you to repair the nerves.” She said, I nodded softly as I looked at the X-ray.

            “Separation at the scapula, luckily she’s done growing that could have really hurt the growth plate…ulna separation at the joint and ulnare. MRI screens have already been done?” I said before tucking the x-ray back into the clipboard as she answered me that they had been done already and that she’d get them to me as quickly as possible on my tablet. “Well let’s see” I said as I walked ahead and went about my consultation for this surgery. I do…a lot of these, I get a lot of video conferences, magical video and non among various other aspects and pieces to get my assistance and add in my two cents for whatever work I can do to help. Same old, same old…I’m back to business and there is nothing going on right now aside from my work.