The Prison Healer Oneshots

The Office

Minor Spoils: TPH, TGC, TBT

TW: scars

Kiva drew open the windows, showing a picturesque view of the main town of Vallenia, just a short stroll away from the River Palace. The cool, fresh air blew into the small yet homey room she stood in, immediately waking up Kiva. It was another beautiful day.

Kiva moved onto a bench, clearing away the weathered pages of notes she had been given after graduating from Silverthorn Academy. They were old and tearing but Kiva was in the midst of rewriting and contributing to the notes to restore them. Behind her bench was a stack of shelves, on them were small bottles of coloured liquids. They were different remedies that Kiva had brewed from what she had learnt from Silverthorn, her time in Zalindov and from different healers.

As Kiva finished clearing the bench top, a small bell rang, hanging from the corner of the door.

"Come in," She called out to the person. The sound of steps followed the creak of the door swinging open. Then a toothy grin flashed Kiva.

"Hey Kiva!" Tipp smiled at Kiva as he bounced on the balls of his feet. "Ready to start for the day?"

Kiva walked over to Tipp and gave his hair a ruffle. "You bet. I just need to gather some herbs and flowers to make a poultice and while I do that, you can bring the first one in."

Tipp nodded in response, before quickly rushing back out the door to a small entrance room to Kiva's office. Shortly after the war and after Kiva had graduated from Silverthorn, Kiva began her life as a full-time healer, healing those who couldn't afford examinations in Vallenia. The palace helped contribute to Kiva's idea and funded her residency. In fact, Jaren was eager, often making surprise appearances to see patients.

The door opened again with another ring from the bell as Kiva finished finding all the herbs. Tipp entered alongside an elderly man, a regular who visited Kiva.

"Hello Kiva." He said, his voice kind and warm. He sat on the bench like normal procedure, Tipp moved to Kiva's side.

"Welcome back, Tilan. What can I help you with this time?" She asked, beginning her examination.

"Just my arm, Kiva." He pointed to his arm that was scarred from a work accident that had left him on a long road to recovery. Kiva turned her gaze to it, seeing it wasn't as bad as the last time she had tended to it, only it was still scarred.

"What can I do to help? Is it sore to touch?" She asked, stepping closer and lightly tapping her finger to his arm. Tilan didn't flinch. "What about if I press a little harder?" She asked, then firmly pressed her fingers. Again, he didn't flinch.

"It's not that... The skin seems to be flaring up." He gently said, pointing to one of his major scars. Kiva didn't notice anything unusual about it.

"I can't see anything. Is it sore?" She asked, confused about what needed attention. Usually Tilan was very straightforward with her but he shrugged. "Tipp, do you see anything?"

Was it like Kiva to call on Tipp's advice? No, it definitely wasn't a frequent request from Kiva but she was extremely confused about how Tilan was acting. Tipp shook his head as he looked at Tilan's arm and away from Kiva.

Kiva looked at Tilan, thinking he might have been drawing a fever. "May I?" She asked, lifting her hand to his forehead. He didn't feel like he had a fever. It was official. Kiva was baffled.

"Like I said... It's the scar." Tilan said quietly. Kiva glanced back, searching to see what she had missed but it looked how she predicted it would look like.

"Maybe if you looked in the light, Kiva?" He suggested after a pause, which in all honesty, was a good idea. She led Talin to the open window but nothing was different.

"I'm not seeing anything... Can you describe it to me?" She asked but Tilan slowly shook his head.

"It's all there, the scar is changing colours... Maybe the light from the window isn't enough." He muttered, this time leading Kiva out of the office. Kiva followed Tilan, not even noticing Tipp had quietly left the office.

Kiva's office was located in a busy square in Vallenia. It was an easy and accessible location for many of her patients and it wasn't too far from the River Palace. There were different vendors there and market stalls, who were now all set up for the day.

That was when Kiva noticed something. While the stalls were set up after she arrived in her office, banners and flags had also been hung up. She hadn't seen them before, and they most certainly weren't there during the early morning when she arrived.

"SURPRISE!" Tipp yelled, running from behind a market stall. Kiva whipped around to see Tilan with a huge grin pasted on his face. His grin grew into a smile, while he pointed to something behind her. From behind all the market stalls, all of Kiva's patients emerged, smiling and cheering for her.

"What?! Did you guys plan for this?" She asked, extremely shocked. Tilan's smile turned sheepish, his old cheeks flushing pink.

"Yes. We tried to gather as many of your patients as possible." He said to her, "My arm was never sore, we just needed someone to bring you outside at the right time."

"We?" Kiva repeated, glancing at Tipp as she assumed that was who Tilan was talking about.

"Nope." A familiar voice sang behind her, while tapping her gently on the shoulder. She turned around, past the crowd of people smiling at her (not in a creepy way-) and saw...

"-JAREN! What are you doing here?" Kiva exclaimed, knowing he was supposed to be doing crown prince stuff.

"To celebrate, obviously. It's been a year since you've opened the office. Look at all the people you've helped." He exclaimed, matching the crowd's excitement. He gestured to everyone around them, including Tipp and Tilan.

Kiva was speechless.

"You've helped so many people, so we all wanted to say..." Tipp started, excitement and happiness bursting out of him.

"THANK YOU!" The crowd cheered, before showering Kiva in a big group hug.

The End.