Doc's Story

Chapter 1

                                      Beginning

I look up from my little board, as I see my patients sitting there calmly. My green eyes nonchalantly scanned over the grey-pristine looking room as I inhaled, then exhaled calmly. A nurse. Who was secretly working with me, looked at me.
"Sire... these patients are sickly... what do we do?" She stated as I looked at her calmly. "We need those natural medicines that we have around here. In that jar? Yes." I said, I spoke little English... for I was not good at speaking that language at all.

I spoke some Russian. And she couldn't understand, luckily someone understood me and told her what exactly I was saying.

She nodded and got some of the medical tools and I grabbed them, working on the unconscious patient. For something had happened to him...

My assistant, which was the female looked at me nervously. She pressed her thumb against her other glove... she was watching me work, and work. I was good at my job, some would say they saw no issues with my patients. That's why I secretly made my rounds. Working and working.

After my patient was cured. I looked at my tools and cleaned them off and my hands, putting my tools in the toolkit and set it in my bag, I stitched my patient up, cleaned the wounds and then put some protective-like layer over him. Then she smiled brightly. Bowing in respect. "Thank you Sire."

"Of course." I stated, in my thick-deep like Russian accent. Her face shaded in pink, as I then looked down and put my paperwork away and went off. I believe that was her husband. I am not sure?

I walked through the woods, to see a building in pristine condition, with a large, stone wall around it, and a wooden gate, that was tall. My eyes lingered on it. I was curious as to what was going on? What was inside? No. I could not go snooping in a place that was not mine.

I walked past it to go into my home, when I felt a pellet, or rock pierce my right leg... I let out a scream... as I fell forward, I shifted my body so that I could see where it had came from... I looked and saw a man standing there a little angrily... I was confused... and tried to get up but the rock hurt... I took it out and looked back up at the man...

"What is wrong with you, you freak!" He yelled. I was confused and tried to assure the man. "Sir. I am not quite understanding the situation, and your anger."

"Is it not obvious? You are a freak! You think you are richer than us because you know how to work on others medically, more and professional. More than us! You're disgusting." He said as he walked over to me... I tried to back up... I spoke in Russian, pleading for him to not harm me. He smiled and bashed a rock down on my right leg. I screamed in agony... as he repeated the pattern...

I passed out, and then woke up, the man was gone, but the rock was there with blood on it, my leg was shattered, I preformed surgery on it then, patched it up... it was broken now... as I trembled and held it... I whispered...

"Ow, Ow..." I saw some tree branches, and I scooted over there with my belongings... and I used it for support... I waited there, staying awake and vigilant. Which it helped me walk home. I sat on my couch and slept there, I had no energy and a lot of blood had escaped my wound recently so... I was not able to get up...

I began to breathe a little shakily. As I held my leg, it was completely broken, I know I was not able to walk on it properly again. I know I had broken that tree branch, it was up to my waist, as I began to carve it into the right shape for support. I sighed a little and then sat there, then looking at the cane. I smiled a little, as I tried to stand up. Using the cane for support. I felt a little wobbly. But stood up straight.

I exhaled, and limped over to my kitchen, my right hand supporting my weight. My left arm rose up to the wooden cabinet. And I opened it, to grab a beautifully carved glass mug, I then sighed... walking over to the cold pot of water that I had taken off of the stovetop. I was very modern for being in such an old era... I mean, I was a lot smarter than most. That is what was good about me. As I drank the cold, and purified water... I limped over to the couch and I sat down. Leaning my back against the cushioned part of the couch. "What a day. Got my leg broken. Then I made water, successfully helped my patients... разве это не здорово?" (Isn't it just great?)

I looked to my side as there was a knock at my door... I opened it and saw a young lady. I rose a brow as she said. "Sir?... do you mind if I come in?" I thought for a moment but moved out of the way. She curtsied and thanked me. I nodded and closed the door, she had brown hair, and she was young... I said. "What is your name... madam?" She looked at me with beautiful blue eyes...

"My name is Arielle." Her accent was no doubt American. As I nodded, she smiled a little and looked up at me... she said... "what is the bird mask for sir?..."

I swallowed a little. "Well you see. To the town I lived in... I was considered a demon or a male witch. Or something otherworldly." She tilted her head a little... "I am sorry."

"Не беспокойся обо мне." I said, she tilted her head confused as I repeated "Do not worry about me." She nodded a little. I said, "You are allowed to sit down madam."

She nodded and sat down, fixing her dress as I sat down as well, my hands were gloved. A small smile across my face, under my wooden, mask that was painted white...

At this time it meant safety and a doctor. A real doctor.
"I heard some screams in the woods sir... and saw a man running with blood on his outfit... are you all right?"

I nodded, her troubled, gentle voice was nice to listen to.
"Yes Madam, I am all right. не о чем беспокоиться." I smiled a little as she was confused to my Russian. "I mean to say, don't worry about me Madam."

Her mouth made an O shape as she smiled gently.
"A Russian doctor? You traveled out here quite a ways!" She said as I nodded.
"Just doing бизнес." I said, as I forgot my native language rolled off of my tongue, as I sighed and repeated. "Just doing business." And she nodded...

I adjusted my gloves, as she looked at me confused, I looked at her. "What is the matter?"

"Your right leg... it looks like it hurts..."

I looked down and saw some blood on the bandages... I looked at her. "Don't worry so much about that Madam. I assure you I don't feel any pain."

She nodded to my words and she was a little concerned if I was being honest.