(as written by Tiko and Script)
Some time later...
It had taken nearly forty minutes for Adriaan to return as it would seem coming to the aid of an Aschen woman was relatively low down on the priority of their local medical practitioners. By the time they had returned, Ayla's condition had greatly deteriorated and Sun urgently waved them both inside.
The doctor in question was a short and squat man with more width than height to him. The red flush to his face, the puffyness around his squinted eyes, and the hang of his gut over his belt spoke of the man's fondness for drink.
He nudged his glasses up his nose with one finger before unbuttoning his jacket.
"Quickly please, this way," Sun told them as she urged the pair towards the bedroom where Ayla rested. "She is very sick."
The man only proved disgruntled at her impatience and kept on unbuttoning his jacket, clearly putting his physical comfort ahead of the urgency of the situation.
"You should be glad of the fact that I came here at all," he replied. "An Aschen? How did you even get her inside of Little Shintenchi?"
"The Red Dragon Syndicate brought her in," Sun explained. "But please, I urge you. She is dying."
"The only right thing an Aschen has ever done I wager," the man muttered under his breathe as he foldeed his jacket over one arm and followed Sun.
From his spot perched on one of the armchairs in the sitting room, Rune shot the doctor a glower. "Can't help the way she was born, can she?" he muttered in return.
Adriaan meanwhile gave Sun an apologetic look as they reached the room and the doctor made for the bedside.
"He was the only one available and willing to come," he whispered to her softly. "I had to fork over a month's rations to get him to even look at her."
"Thank you," Sun answered.
Talys had been seated in a chair at the foot of the bed when the doctor arrived, and he offered the man a warm smile when he walked in. "Thank you for coming," he said. "Her symptoms came on very suddenly. I think it's some sort of infection?"
"You mean she just suddenly turned Aschen?" the doctor asked before letting out a boisterous laugh at his own joke.
The ifrit seemed not to see the same humour, his smile only thinning slightly in response. He opted to keep his mouth shut, rather than say the first thing that came to mind, lest he aggravate the man they were relying on to help Ayla.
The doctors preliminary exam was quick, and far from thorough as he quickly ascertained that the woman was indeed suffering from an infection. Sepsis had already set well in.
"Lighten up people. The world will be a better place come morning," the doctor said as he noted the less than amiable vibes he was getting off from the people around him.
"What do you mean?" Sun inquired.
"I mean, she's dying. You'll have her off your hands in a few hours. Sepsis, shock, organ failure. She's spiralling the drain as we speak."
"Surely you cannot mean that?" Sun exclaimed. "You came here just to tell us she is dying? Ancestors above, you're a doctor!" Anger had edged into her words.
"You mean you people are actually serious?" he answered. "She's done for. With proper care, her chances might be fifty-fifty at best. But even if you could afford it, the resources are better spent on people that actually matter. We're not talking a quick band-aid here. We're talking intravenous fluids, antibiotics, vasopressors, dialysis. I can go on."