Saturday March 3rd, 2018
It was a little over a year since Sira had opened up an official clinic down in the "gypsy" camp. They didn't call themselves that, of course. Few of these people were from earth, few had even heard of earth, but the name had been stuck in her head since the moment she'd seen them. First impressions and all that. They had seemed this rag tag, random collection of nomads who seemed to have found each other from across the multiverse.
She'd thought it was odd how similar they all seemed. Was it just that movable peoples all traveled in wagon caravans, and so they all looked so alike" But the more she got to know them, the more she learned about the individual groups. A year and she was able to pick out who was from where based on the way they dressed or talked. It was just as important to be sensitive to their cultures here as it was on earth. They were rich and diverse all of them.
Out the windows of the wagon that served as her clinic she could see the preparations being made for the spring return. Many in the camp still lacked permanent housing and followed the seasons. Most lived in tents and some only possessed what they could carry on their backs. Even within the safety of the bigger camp there were groups that set themselves apart from the rest. The camp had rules, its own police system, and even a small council. It was so much more than it seemed from the outside. Not that they let many outsiders in.
A knock on the door pulled her from her reverie a heartbeat before it opened. In stepped a great mountain of a man, tall, broad, barrel chested. Gawain, a knight in name and a bear in human flesh. As ever he greeted her with a smile. "Hey doc, where do you want the last of the boxes?"
Sira turned to look over the small space. It was more than enough for what she needed, but with all of the inventory for the coming season it felt cramped. It was going to take at least a couple of days to put everything away just how she liked it. That was an odd thought. By this point in her career she should still be elbows deep in a trauma ER, not settling into private practice. That was for her twilight years after she'd put in her time in the war zone wracking up experience and a nice pension. They were going to move out of the city to somewhere quiet after...
"Doc?"
Her thoughts had dragged her away from the present for long enough that the big man was staring at her with a little concern. She smiled at him, but it was something of a wince. "Just stack them over there," she pointed vaguely towards a small stack that had already formed, then got back to sorting through the bandages she had been putting away until her reverie had kicked into full gear.
"Looks like you're getting ready for a battle," Gawain quipped when he returned with the boxes to stack on the others. "This has to be enough for a couple of years."
Sira glanced around and shook her head. "This will hopefully last until the middle of the summer if I'm lucky."
"That's it?" The big man looked around incredulously at all of the boxes.
"Mm," she confirmed with a nod. "It takes a lot more than you'd think to keep a community this size healthy. More than I realized."
He watched her a short while before replying. "It's good work, though, right?"
She smiled. One of her rare genuine ones that lit up her eyes.
"The best."
It was a little over a year since Sira had opened up an official clinic down in the "gypsy" camp. They didn't call themselves that, of course. Few of these people were from earth, few had even heard of earth, but the name had been stuck in her head since the moment she'd seen them. First impressions and all that. They had seemed this rag tag, random collection of nomads who seemed to have found each other from across the multiverse.
She'd thought it was odd how similar they all seemed. Was it just that movable peoples all traveled in wagon caravans, and so they all looked so alike" But the more she got to know them, the more she learned about the individual groups. A year and she was able to pick out who was from where based on the way they dressed or talked. It was just as important to be sensitive to their cultures here as it was on earth. They were rich and diverse all of them.
Out the windows of the wagon that served as her clinic she could see the preparations being made for the spring return. Many in the camp still lacked permanent housing and followed the seasons. Most lived in tents and some only possessed what they could carry on their backs. Even within the safety of the bigger camp there were groups that set themselves apart from the rest. The camp had rules, its own police system, and even a small council. It was so much more than it seemed from the outside. Not that they let many outsiders in.
A knock on the door pulled her from her reverie a heartbeat before it opened. In stepped a great mountain of a man, tall, broad, barrel chested. Gawain, a knight in name and a bear in human flesh. As ever he greeted her with a smile. "Hey doc, where do you want the last of the boxes?"
Sira turned to look over the small space. It was more than enough for what she needed, but with all of the inventory for the coming season it felt cramped. It was going to take at least a couple of days to put everything away just how she liked it. That was an odd thought. By this point in her career she should still be elbows deep in a trauma ER, not settling into private practice. That was for her twilight years after she'd put in her time in the war zone wracking up experience and a nice pension. They were going to move out of the city to somewhere quiet after...
"Doc?"
Her thoughts had dragged her away from the present for long enough that the big man was staring at her with a little concern. She smiled at him, but it was something of a wince. "Just stack them over there," she pointed vaguely towards a small stack that had already formed, then got back to sorting through the bandages she had been putting away until her reverie had kicked into full gear.
"Looks like you're getting ready for a battle," Gawain quipped when he returned with the boxes to stack on the others. "This has to be enough for a couple of years."
Sira glanced around and shook her head. "This will hopefully last until the middle of the summer if I'm lucky."
"That's it?" The big man looked around incredulously at all of the boxes.
"Mm," she confirmed with a nod. "It takes a lot more than you'd think to keep a community this size healthy. More than I realized."
He watched her a short while before replying. "It's good work, though, right?"
She smiled. One of her rare genuine ones that lit up her eyes.
"The best."