kyan_kse's Journal

Lucky Chance
Image of Chance-ser-baran, sister to Lt Kira.

Chance regarded the sleeping form in her bed thoughtfully. 8 hrs ago her sister Kira had, well dumped was a harsh word but accurate, had dumped this human female on her. Apart from the fact that she was tired, sore and badly depressed Kira had told her nothing about her patients's condition. The tired and the sore she could treat, a massage and several hours of uninterrupted sleep would take care of that.

Chance sighed, she'd slept for her usual 4 hours as well, keeping human compnay, and then had woken refreshed. A quick check of her referances over a sushami breakfast informed her that huamns usually slept for around 8 hours, but got most of it done in single stretch. So she'd left this odd-looking woman to sleep while she showered and worked.

Now Chance stretched and then ran her finger-claws through her purple/black hair. Her tail described lazy arcs behind her, sure sign that she was thinking. having called in to explain the situation she informed the med-centre she'd be working from home, then downloaded medical texts on humans and set to reading.

Now Chance was rather more well informed, and even more puzzled. According to the sneaky scan she'd done, this human suffered from a light-dependent, seasonally cyclical depression, called S.A.D in the books. Her referances were not terribly helpful on treatments, suggesting a range of things, some of which made sense, some of which didn't.

Chance glanced towards the screendoor of the bedroom. She could make out the dark outline of the sleeping platform and the hump of a form under the blankets, through the fauxsilk screens. She frowned, uncertain what to do.

The Kyan-kse medical profession was geared to treating trama realted injuries. Given their unique nature, there were no human or animal diseases that could infect them and the few bugs that were panspecific their aggressive immunilogical systems summerily dealt with. They had no genetic defects, Dr Totenkoph had ensure they got started with clean bill of health there, and subsiquent mutations had been treated, or if deigned harmless, ignored. Also, mental disciplne taught early on in life and regular counsiling, coupled with their rather resiliant positive outlook on life, meant that mental diseases of a more psychological nature were virtually unheard of.

All of which left Chance woefully unprepaired to deal with the case she now had...
But by her cultural standards, since she was the one who'd been handed the problem, she was the one that was reponsible.

Chance was considering what to do, she was toying with the idea of having sex with the strange female, the release of endorphin would probably help, when her mediscanner beeped. The patients vital signs indicated that she would be awake in a couple of minutes aproximatly. Chance quickly threw on a robe, even a cursory glance informed her that humans had widely divergent notions on nudity but generally preferred it if people were at least minimally clothed, and put together a breakfast tray for her visitor.

Thus it was, as Dr Epona Harper blinked sleep out of her eyes, she found herself facing a cat-girl offering her a tray with little covered bowls on it, as she knelt at the side of Epona's futon bed mat, which was on a slight platform in the middle of a very japanese looking room. An impression enhanced by the fact that the view out of the window contained what looked rather like Mt Fujiama.

However, the wisps of steam escaping from under covers on the bowls conveyed some rather interesting scents, and there was a large pot of what smelt like coffee.

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