| 17 September 1942 |
[Feb. 26th, 2009|12:18 pm] |
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I asked, somewhat indirectly, if Eliot Gardiner would like to have dinner with me. In return he invited me to assist him during a possible attack on the Academy. Of course I’m going, I can’t really say no if I’m needed while children are in danger. But it does set a worrisome precedent for our interactions.
I should find out if Yvon is going to be there, he’s the field medicine expert after all. Even if he’s also the reason I haven‘t seriously trained in it, because if he managed to burn out that badly I’d never be able to deal with combat situations. I still believe empathy isn’t a negative trait in a healer, no matter what Laurens says, but I’ve always been realistic about my abilities.
In this case, it’s acknowledging that I’m scared half to death something will go wrong tonight. I can be as prepared as possible and hope for the best.
So much for that chart with Susie. Maybe she can start the notes for it, instead of wondering about the welfare of her brother and sister. Sisters. That’s still odd. I need to stop thinking about the Kytelers and go pack everything I might need. |
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| 17 September 1942 |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|06:44 pm] |
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I’m still worried about Bill. Wilkes swears the families are working something out that will give us more time and keep the effects off him, but Wilkes is a born liar and everyone knows it. I’ll ask Laurens. He’ll tell me off for actually caring about the patients again, but he’ll tell me the truth eventually.
Ros is acting strangely. She made such an odd face when I mentioned Raphael Trevelyan, I have no idea why. But then it’s not like I’m acquainted with the family, certainly not as well as she is. Though they could have dropped her once she ended things with Device. That might explain the face. No one has any earthly idea what happened there, and that is impressive, given the amount of gossiping that goes on.
I haven’t heard from Eliot. I suppose we managed to have most of the conversation he wanted to have before everything went insane. He might show up in the clinic again in a few days, given the size of his file, I can say hello then. But for tonight I went to the stationer’s during my break for the biggest sheet of paper they had and I intend to at least start that chart Susie and I keep meaning to make. |
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| 16 September 1942 |
[Oct. 13th, 2008|02:40 pm] |
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I spent all of yesterday in a state of either fogged routine or complete wonderment. Alessio's treatment, which I don't entirely understand and intend to ask Priscilla about, as I know neither Alessio or Yvon will give me a satisfactory explanation, was successful against the polio. Bill is now free to deal with the curses surrounding him. There is the potential to put all of that to rest for good. I hope it does. Old Blood feuds are something I'll never completely understand. I haven't felt so utterly mundane-born in years as I did at Leffoy Manor, despite all the charming company.
On the topic of things I don't entirely understand, I ought to write to Eliot about whatever it was they did to stop the lightning rain. It wasn't as though Yvon couldn't patch me up right away, but I'd still like to know what it was that hit me. I've never been collateral damage on the first date. Which it seemed to be, I should admit that, if only to myself. How I ended up flirting a bit with someone who'll most likely be a patient again in a few days if his file's to be believed is a mystery. But I did, and I do like him, and I think I might like to see him again without one of us injured.
Susie made me dinner last night because she knew I'd be too tired to cook. I wonder if she'd consider a Boston Marriage if I proposed one. Given our respective histories with men it might not be the worst idea in the world. And we really should make that chart. |
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| 14 September 1942 |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|10:31 pm] |
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I’m worried about Loveday, despite the fact I know we’ll make him well again, because we always do (though often at the last minute, which frightens me. He hasn’t got that many minutes to spare.) His problems are apparently related to Yvon’s, but we can’t hope for another miraculous recovery. It might lead to getting the curse on his family ended for good in the long run. I need to focus on the pneumonia and polio now, Wilkes will handle the other.
And I still owe Leah a letter. I don’t know why she’s being beastly to Rosier. It’s not like her to do something for no reason. Or the slightly childish kind she implied. I do wish she wasn’t so far away, I want to hear the whole story from her.
I thought I’d rested enough to be over the mad weekend we all had, but clearly not. Because I agreed to have dinner with a patient. A professional dinner, to discuss how he’d managed that curse interaction, but dinner all the same. I shouldn’t have said yes, I know, but Eliot was very sweet respectful about asking and it was such a surprise I agreed before I’d realized it.
It’s not a date, and if I’m lucky no-one here will find out about it, because none of them would believe that. |
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| 13 September 1942 |
[Jun. 6th, 2008|11:46 am] |
There seems to be a plague of terrible mothers going around. Thank the lord for Lady Leffoy, or I’d have lost all hope for humanity.
First I had to look after Portia all night because she’s sleeping off a curse that had almost certainly been put in place by her mother. And then that conversation with poor Florian, whose mother manipulated and abandoned him. Now we have to deal with Mrs. Parkinson putting up a huge fuss, as if we don’t all know what she did. If Priscilla wasn’t taking care of things I’d be tempted to hex her mouth shut. Laurens says I care too much about the patients, that I get over-involved with their problems (as if he doesn’t do that himself!) but in this case I think he’d forgive me. She tried to kill Yvon. I can’t help taking that personally, even if he and I aren’t whatever we were anymore.
Everyone says I'm the nice one, but anybody who crosses me before I get some sleep is going to get hexed within an inch of their lives. I’m in the clinic tomorrow morning, which I usually enjoy. Tomorrow, however, I’m just hoping for a nice quiet day. |
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| 12 September 1942 |
[Apr. 3rd, 2008|10:23 am] |
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I’m well and truly down the rabbit hole today.
Maybe I shouldn’t have come at all, but I was worried about Yvon. He seemed so tired in his letter, the kind of tired where you don’t want to wake up ever again. Lady Goyle only said Alessio wasn’t getting married, she didn’t say Yvon was sick. I still haven’t seen him. Laurens says he’ll be fine. I’ll go find Yvon tomorrow morning, I need want to see for myself that he’ll be okay. Laurens says a lot of things that’re never quite lies, after all.
Including declaring himself my date. I should have said no, really, but he had his arm around me and he smells so good. God, I’m such a teenager about him. It’s humiliating. He’d have made a scene, anyway. Letting him come with was possibly the lesser of two evils. It turned out to be the right decision since Yvon needed his help.
Everyone’s been so vague about what happened. I’m expected to make regular checks on Portia Parkinson, but nobody’s even explained what I’m looking for! It’s like being a journeyman again. I already sympathized with Susie, staying up all night for a patient who’s deeply asleep is just overkill. I should grab a nap while I can. |
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| 11 September 1942 |
[Dec. 27th, 2007|11:42 pm] |
I just got an owl from Yvon. It’s probably the most honest he’s ever been with me, and it’s still full of evasions.
Not that he isn’t right. I didn’t want to go up with him. People would get the wrong idea about whatever it is we’re doing. Meeting someone’s family means you’re serious about them. And he isn’t serious about me, he never was. He says so, right there in the letter. I’m not sure why he’d suggest it in the first place when he didn’t want me to!
I wish he’d told me who he was. It’s not just because he lied, as much as I hate that. It’s because half the staff is whispering about how I’ve snared a Leffoy.
I should be looking forward to Alessio’s wedding. Instead I’m wondering if I can fake an emergency and avoid the whole thing. But Yvon’s asking for my support, in his own unique way. So I’ll be there. If nothing else, I’ll most likely want his help avoiding Susie’s mad need to meddle sooner or later. |
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| 31 August 1942 |
[Nov. 26th, 2006|05:39 pm] |
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Susie went to dinner with Lamercier. I hope she doesn't think I won't hear about it because five seconds after she left, Yvon told me with that infuriating smirk of his.
Tonight is Leah's last night here. I'm really going to miss her. I'm going to miss Crabtree too.
I don't understand, really, how Leah can stand the idea of going back to the Academy of all places, but she really is looking forward to it.
I hope Susie gets home soon, and that she didn't forget we're having a party for Leah tonight.
I really hope she doesn't sleep with him. I wonder what research of hers he thinks he's going to steal! |
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| 27 August 1942 |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|10:22 pm] |
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Dinner at Priscilla's tonight is probably going to be interesting. If her husband's done something else I'm going to be furious--he knows we have had this dinner scheduled for months now, since before he left.
Leah's only half-packed and I told her she'll have to stay if I trip over one of her bloody boxes and break my neck. I just know I'm going to end up doing all the cleaning when she's gone. Do I look like I was in St. Hilda's? I should know what to expect by now, though--I've been living with her since we were firsties in 1930, except for when I was married. It will be different, living with Susie.
At least I had the afternoon off! |
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