7:12 am
Every day it was the same. Wake up, stretch, shower, shave, and stare at the face peering from the other side of the fogged mirror. A faced that lived a life he no longer remembered. The reflected grin seemed mocking.
He dreamt of flame and a voice that seemed to get stronger in his waking hours.
Today, his "clinic" would be at an abandoned diner a few blocks past Touristville. He was getting nowhere with the people of the Plastic Jungles, so he'd help those who wanted his help.
The well-worn jumpsuit felt right, and he slipped on a white coat before securing his firearm. The jacket could hide the machine pistol he kept in a quick-draw holster, but he stashed it in the medkit along with a few other supplies he felt might come in handy.
He left his apartment without looking back.
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3:04 pm
He smiled, "I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way..."
The gangly ork child looked up at him, "No it does, doc! You shoot your gun twice, but only the first shot's free of recoil!--"
"Alright, alright, I'll take your word on it." He held up his hands placatingly, "I bow to your Battlefield of Duty expertise. Now help your mom carry your water so we can make sure it's safe for you and your newest brothers and sisters."
Triumphantly, the child ran out and came back dragging both his mother, all of seventeen herself, along with her newest litter and a shopping cart full of bottled water. Buckets of Sterilized and Cleaned water and soap was available outside for washing bottles (inside and out). Then they could load it up with whatever they had on tap.
He smiled at the young mother, and pulled a breath through the astral and Sterilized the gallons of water. And the family's exteriors along with it. With a smaller breath, the water inside bubbled clean. A rudimentary check of the babies showed they were in decent enough health. Whatever food she was getting was getting to the kids as well. He didn't dare cast Nutrition on her, she had the telltales of an addictive personality and he didn't want to think about the consequences of her passing the magical nourishment through her milk.
She offered to pay, again, with a decent 'meal'. At her home. He refused, politely and reminded her and her boisterous sons to return in two weeks for another checkup. He gave them an updated commcode for his latest cheap 'link, in case of emergencies.
The Watcher Spirit floated just inside the diner, repeating "Please take a seat and the doc will see you shortly. If it's an emergency, please yell," in the form of an analog counting device he didn't even know the name of. It wasn't as packed as before, mostly checkups.
He walked out and said, "Next!"
A jittery elf boy, probably a teen, stood up and walked towards him. His eyes were averted and he rushed into the kitchen. From the limp the boy tried to hide, he knew the cause right away. All traces of a smile vanished as he scanned the crowd and found a face similar to the boy's, just outside, peering in. Swaggering and so sure he was being judged, knowing he was better... He had known guys like that before, and he twitched to fold the mana swirling about him now into a simple lightning bolt.
But it wouldn't do any good. It wouldn't change things for the boy. And he'd scare his patients.
So he looked away and checked his inbox. Just one message.
He replied: I'll be there. Save me a drink.
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6:55 pm
He walked in, mood as foul as the weather was. Nodding to Eddy, he picks up his beer and downs it in a gulp.
In the back room he nods to those already inside, recognizing some by reputation.
In response to the Dwarf, "I can stunbolt the thing if it's about wake up. Tranqs would be better, and safer."