Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2
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Yavia’s parents still lived on Delta, but like she told TK, they didn’t really see eye to eye. They didn’t get her and she wasn’t changing her life for them. She rolled out the last of the rolls, two trays worth a d brushed them with butter and stuck them in the oven. “20 minutes and we will see if I remembered correctly.” Yavia started moving stuff to the sink and cleaning up. “Once those are done you can put them cut end down on the tray.”

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“All right. Do they need to be oiled or anything before hand?” Eela asked as she worked on what was her last batch of the sprouts. “And I’m looking forward to the rolls. There’s nothing like the smell of fresh bread.”

~Eela

“After you put them on the pan we will drizzle them with olive oil and dust with salt and pepper and then roast them. Pretty simple, but the flavor is amazing.” Yavia tapped her finger as she thought. She went into the freezer and pulled out a bread pan and popped the lid, “Oh good, it hasn’t gone bad. I made this awhile ago. It will be great for tonight.” She tipped the container to show an ivory colored ice cream swirled with a rich bright red color. “Raspberry swirled peach ice cream.” Yavia put it back in the freezer. “Well that’s all the prep for now. We still have 10 until the bread is ready.” Yavia started washing. “There is something very soothing about domestic chores. I was not required to clean and cook for my patients but it always felt good to have something like that for my hands to do during the quiet hours.”

Yavia

Eela had finished slicing and began laying the green half-orbs out on the pan. “I can see that being lovely to do, especially when life in a hospital can be so chaotic at other times.”

“Actually, Sacred Heart is the first hospital I’ve worked at, other than my internships. I was a personal care nurse before this.” Yavia dried her hands and fixed two glasses of ice water and set them on the counter. “It should be about time for that optional anti-inflammatory Jal’na mentioned. Do you have it, or do you need me to get it out of our medkit?”

“Yes, I have it. I’ll take it as soon as I’m done here,” Eela said, smirking a little. It was the perk and the price of staying in a home with medical folk- nothing was going to slip by them.

“I’m honestly not good at being idle myself. I have my garden now though. Sharah helped me get it going because I wouldn’t have been able to on my own, or…”-she paused to consider how to phrase it-“I think it means more that we did so together. If I had had a landscaper come in and set everything up it would have been… lacking.”

~Eela

Yavia smiled, it was soft and loving and understanding. “Oh I know. That’s Sharah. She…perceives things in ways we can’t. She sees the soul of people and heals them. Even when we don’t know that’s what we need. She’s pure goodness in a universe that is often dark and dismal and vicious, and she just keeps going no matter what it takes from her. They are both like that, but that’s why they have me.” She grinned and waggled her brows, “To make sure they are taken care of.” She lifted her glass and paused, eyes closing and her head turned like she was listening to something. A playful smirk crossed her face after a moment and then she took a sip and set her glass down. The oven dinged, “Bread’s done.” She grabbed a mit and pulled the hot fresh delights out of the oven and set them to cool.

Yavia

Eela pulled the pan over with the ready to roast sprouts. “We all need that sometimes,” she said softly. And she agreed that Sharah was a special being. It was like she had known how hard it was for Eela to make friends these days and she had opened up a space for Eela she had been too scared to ask for (if she had even known how). “Smells wonderful! I can’t wait,” she said, eyeing the rolls.

She washed and dried her hands and then pulled out her comm. “I’m going to go take the med and also check in with Cort before he leaves the office for the day. Back in a few,” Eela said moving off to the den, taking her PaDD with her.

Eela knew it was time. She was calm and somewhat more rational. This was still going to be an emotional task but at least it might actually be bearable. She sent a group message to both Cort and Kenzo, forwarding the video: || Chances are you’ve seen this. I know what I want to do and we should talk. 5 min voice call?|| In this moment she understood what she had not earlier: she didn’t trust her own judgement, for a variety of reasons. Her professional life was different, but in her personal life? Right now she was second-guessing every damn thing and it had to stop somewhere. She needed to trust her intuition, trust herself, even if the result was imperfect and messy. If there was anything that was true right now it was that the situation was messy. If she waited till it was tidy, she’s be paralyzed in place forever.

~Eela