A few blocks from the Shambles Clinic, an abandoned warehouse had been converted for the duration into a set of isolation wards. This was where the patient with confirmed RBF were being cared for. Those recovering were kept apart from those still suffering from the ravages of the virus, and the most serious cases, those who needed constant care, were further isolated on the ward set up right at the top of the building. It was here that Sofia was spending most of her time.
It was almost frighteningly quiet sometimes, and yet at others, it was filled with the uncomfortable sounds of people in distressed pain. For the thirteen patients on this ward, there were eight members of staff - both nursing and auxillary - as well as two dedicated doctors, all seconded from the Shambles Clinic itself. Unfortunately, given the toll the disease took on the bodies of those who contracted it, Healing was out of the question. There just wasn't enough energy left in a patient's body to survive the rigors of Healing as practised at the Shambles.
Sofia knelt with one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, her arm wrapped as gently as she could around the back of the little girl, Juno, who had been brought to them by Mataya De Luca. Her other hand held a disposable cardboard bowl, into which the child was vomiting weakly.
"Shh, it's alright," she murmured as soothingly as she could, supporting the frail little body as it heaved. "Almost over now ... there, you see? All done."
Setting the filled bowl out of sight, she lifted a wipe from the packet beside her, dipping it into another bowl of cold water that lay to hand on the table nearest them. Squeezing the excess out, she carefully wiped the child's mouth and chin clean, offering her a sip of water from a glass before easing the trembling body back into the nest of pillows.
"There we go," she said softly, changing the wipe for a fresh one to tactfully wipe away the trickle of blood that was escaping from the corner of the little girl's right eye, careful not to let her see the smear of red. "You're doing so well, Juno. Sleepy?"
The pale face grimaced a little, her head nodding against the pillows. Sofia smiled, a warm expression intended to encourage the one seeing it, and smoothed Juno's hair from her face.
"Then you settle down and sleep for a while," she told the child. "I'll be near if you need me."
From across the bay, she heard the familiar sound of one of the more elderly patients retching, and the schling of the curtains being pulled around that bed. Everyone else seemed to be settled for now. The nano-technology had not yet reached this area, and every day the staff prayed that it would come soon. It was so frustrating not to be able to do anything but try and alleviate the symptoms, try to keep the sufferers as comfortable as they could.
But until that vital delivery arrived, they would just have to continue coping, and hope that they did not lose anyone else in the meantime.
It was almost frighteningly quiet sometimes, and yet at others, it was filled with the uncomfortable sounds of people in distressed pain. For the thirteen patients on this ward, there were eight members of staff - both nursing and auxillary - as well as two dedicated doctors, all seconded from the Shambles Clinic itself. Unfortunately, given the toll the disease took on the bodies of those who contracted it, Healing was out of the question. There just wasn't enough energy left in a patient's body to survive the rigors of Healing as practised at the Shambles.
Sofia knelt with one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, her arm wrapped as gently as she could around the back of the little girl, Juno, who had been brought to them by Mataya De Luca. Her other hand held a disposable cardboard bowl, into which the child was vomiting weakly.
"Shh, it's alright," she murmured as soothingly as she could, supporting the frail little body as it heaved. "Almost over now ... there, you see? All done."
Setting the filled bowl out of sight, she lifted a wipe from the packet beside her, dipping it into another bowl of cold water that lay to hand on the table nearest them. Squeezing the excess out, she carefully wiped the child's mouth and chin clean, offering her a sip of water from a glass before easing the trembling body back into the nest of pillows.
"There we go," she said softly, changing the wipe for a fresh one to tactfully wipe away the trickle of blood that was escaping from the corner of the little girl's right eye, careful not to let her see the smear of red. "You're doing so well, Juno. Sleepy?"
The pale face grimaced a little, her head nodding against the pillows. Sofia smiled, a warm expression intended to encourage the one seeing it, and smoothed Juno's hair from her face.
"Then you settle down and sleep for a while," she told the child. "I'll be near if you need me."
From across the bay, she heard the familiar sound of one of the more elderly patients retching, and the schling of the curtains being pulled around that bed. Everyone else seemed to be settled for now. The nano-technology had not yet reached this area, and every day the staff prayed that it would come soon. It was so frustrating not to be able to do anything but try and alleviate the symptoms, try to keep the sufferers as comfortable as they could.
But until that vital delivery arrived, they would just have to continue coping, and hope that they did not lose anyone else in the meantime.