Yaeliza

paperwork and chats

Our story begins with 20 year old Elizabeth, also known as Eliza.
Working as a secretary of the most popular hospital in Lesville, Eliza had a lot of paperwork to do, phone calls, etc.
It was difficult, but made good money, so they continued it.
They were the first person you see walking into the emergency room, at the front desk. They've seen many things.
It was boring some hours though.
Especially late nights, when the streets are quiet and nobody's walking through the automatic door.
They usually chat with their coworkers, but the hospital was short staffed right now, so the only other person working with Eliza at the front desk was on break.
Eliza was typing random things on their keyboard to keep them from getting deathly bored, when suddenly a woman with long, light pink hair walked through the door, dragging a small boy with short purple hair by the arm.
"Mom, stop, it'll heal on it's own-!" Said the boy, tugging at her arm at an attempt to get her off.
"Scara, no it will not! What did I tell you about getting into fights??? You're gonna keep getting hurt!!!" She answered, now taking his arm with both her hands.
Once she got closer to the front desk, she swung the boy a bit in front of her, and stared Eliza down.
"My son needs to be seen in the ER, he got into a fight and he's losing so much blood..." She said, pointing out his shirt.
Eliza took a peek to see blood slowly leaking out of the boy's side, right below his chest.
"I put stuff on it to try and slow the bleeding, but it's getting worse..." She exclaimed.
"I see," Eliza said, frantically looking around to find their coworker, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Alright, let me get the boy a doctor, and you wait here, I'll need you to sign some papers in a minute-" said Eliza, freaking out a bit.
They grabbed a stretcher bed, and beckoned the boy forward, signaling for him to lay down.
He scoffed.
"I'm not getting on that thing!" He said, crossing his arms.
The lady, presumably his mother, sighed. She quickly picked him up from behind and carried him towards the stretcher.
"Hey!! Put me down, right now!!!" He yelled in refute, kicking his legs.
This boy looks 12, but he acts like a toddler throwing a tantrum, thought Eliza. They chuckled to themselves a little.
"Shut it, young man. You're gonna ruin the bandages if you keep moving like that! Do you want to die of blood loss?!?" She said, sarcastically.
He huffed and let her lay him down on the bed.
Eliza got him situated, and rolled the stretcher to a free room.
After, they called for a doctor, and they started with their business.
Usually they would have the patient get into a hospital gown, but the boy refused the proposal, plus they didn't have much time anyways.

Eliza walked back to see the lady sitting in a chair, reading a magazine. When she saw Eliza, she put the book down and smiled.
"How is he?" She asked, walking towards the front desk as Eliza sat back down in their seat.
"He's fine, they put him under anesthesia when I left and are about to inspect the wound. Afterwards, he'll get stitches I presume. What happened to him?"
"He's quite the troublemaker. He gets into a lot of fights at school. Apparently he had an attitude towards the wrong person, and they followed him when he was walking home from school. Surprise attacked him and slashed his side with a knife.
He is quite strong though, so he somehow got the knife from them and they ran away, scared. He couldn't run with that injury of course, and walked home limping and holding onto his side. I came here immediately."
"He seemed quite resilient." Eliza said with a slight laugh.
The lady agreed with a nod.
"Yes, he really is. He has the worst regards ever for his health."
"I must ask though, how does he get in so many fights at such a young age?"
"Oh, y'know high schoolers these days."
Eliza paused.
Highschool? That kid was in HIGHSCHOOL?!?
The lady noticed their expression, and broke out with laughter.
"Haha, I know! He does look younger. But he's 18." Said the lady.
"A senior? He must get bullied...wait, no, I didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry..." Eliza quickly apologized.
"No, I see what you mean. He does, but he's stronger than he looks. Puts up quite the fights. He's got a hell of an attitude too..."
Eliza passed over the paperwork, and the lady bent over to sign it.
This lady was gorgeous close up.
Hell, even far away.
She was literally an angel, in every way.
Her voice sounded like it was coated in honey when she spoke calmly like that.
She was wearing some kind of strawberry perfume as well, and smelled amazing.
"Hm? Is everything alright, dear?" The lady said, looking Eliza in the eyes.
Her eyes were beautiful.... And under the hospital lights, they sparkled.
"I, yes... Just, uhm, may I have your name and the boy's name? For the record?"
Eliza said, pointing at their computer screen.
"Of course, my name is Yae Miko. But you can call me Miko, sweetie. The boy's name is Scaramouche. But Scara for short. He thinks that's cooler and he throws a fit if I call him his full name in front of his teachers..." She smiles, letting out a small laugh.
Eliza was amazed by this woman.
She was perfect.
"So, uhm.... Pardon me for possibly intruding on your privacy... I know I shouldn't be asking, but where's the boy's father?"
The lady, yae, laughed once more.
"It was a dumb question, I know!!! I'm sorry, I'm sor-" Eliza exclaimed, before being interrupted.
"He doesn't have one. He was adopted. His mother abandoned him and his father was still unknown before that..."
Oh.
"Oh. I'm so sorry... How did he take it?"
"He knows everything. But he takes it well. It upsets him, but we get along well and he sees me as his mother. I see him as my own. Plus, we have the same eyes."
"Oh yeah!!! You do!!"

The rest of the night just contained them chatting about life, signing paperwork, waiting, and checking in on the boy.
Miko spent the night there.
Eliza took overtime to accompany her that night.