[Doctor Yuki Haragitanai]

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The first email to respond back to the dark-haired nurse would be none other than Jack Dawson himself, one of the few students that had healing related semblances among the student body. Perhaps this would be a good chance for her to catch up with the fellow and see how much he had improved since their last meeting. She recalled seeing his name on the list of participants in the Rochdale rescue mission and made note of his contributions. Reading the notes extensively, Doctor Haragitanai got a somewhat clear picture of his current progress and his achievements. There were nothing to sneeze at, considering he was the only student capable of healing the student's Aura, and given how long it took for the airship to get to them, it was definitely a feat worth praising.
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The infirmary was rather empty at the current time. Doctor Haragitanai tried to work out private times for each counselling session, though walk-ins were inevitable. Most of the time it was something trivial like getting an ice pack or an upset stomach while others seemed like they needed the rest. After the student's response to her email, Doctor Haragitanai immediately scheduled the nearest available slot for the student. As soon as she did, Doctor Haragitanai gathered the essentials: The Scroll tablet, the electronic copy of the student's medical records, and a stylus to be used for hastily written notes. Doctor Haragitanai detailed in the email response that the student could simply announce their arrival and take a seat on the worn bean-bag chair that was visible from an opening between the cloth dividers.
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Once Jack took a seat, Doctor Haragitanai looked up. "It's been a while, Mister Dawson. I heard you had recently completed your mission from Rochdale. I am glad to see you are still in one piece. How are you holding up?" An ordinary opener which allowed him to respond as he pleased, but she needed to figure out the extent of his psyche and where it falls. Traumatic events such as that has the potential to radically change one's mindset, and many of those changes are undesirable. She would hold off of prying for strength-related improvements for the time being, at least until she could confirm that Jack wasn't shaken to the core.
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Doctor Haragitanai crossed her legs over each other as her skirt shifted a bit along with her white coat. Her usual outfit hasn't changed, but it seems like everything else has. Ugh. At the very least, the idea of him taking over what used to be that useless assistant's role seems much more enjoyable than casually hiring another staff member that doesn't want to be there. She was staring at Jack, studying his movements, posture, and verbal/non-verbal cues for things that may pertain to his situation.

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[Jack Dawson Jr.]

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Scorpion sting, I don't wanna

bleed

tell me that I'm not

lost

Rochdale had been hard on Jack.

Harder than he was really willing to let on, honestly. He was still recovering from the effect it had taken on his body, well after the fact. It was a bit of a vicious cycle, really; he had pushed himself so far beyond exhaustion that now, even though he had been sleeping regularly, and had taken off from work at his parents' place, to recover, he still felt tired all the time.

It didn't help that he hadn't really stopped working, even when they'd gotten back to Haven.

From the moment he had first been able to stand up on his own two feet again, without falling back down, he'd insisted on doing everything in his power to treat the wounded, on the airship. It wasn't the least he could do; it was all he could do. And he still hadn't done enough of it. They'd managed to get everyone who needed it to a hospital once they'd landed, and he'd tried to assist the doctors there as well as he could too- normally, they might have shut him down immediately, and insisted on him going home and resting, or even finding a bed for him there, but there were a lot of wounded villagers, and a few severely injured students, and not nearly enough doctors, so they let him do what he could to help.

Up until, halfway through going to fetch some tool for one of the doctors, he collapsed again from the strain he was putting on himself, mentally and physically. They took him in then, and forced him to rest up.

But no amount of sleep is enough to immediately undo the effects of that level of sleep deprivation and exhaustion. He'd been sleeping as much as he could allow himself to lately, which was, admittedly, probably not as much as he should have been- he couldn't help it. He was keeping himself up at night, wondering what he could have done differently, how he could have saved more people, and then, when he was awake, he was nose-deep in as many of his medical texts as he could pore through, trying to gobble up as much knowledge as he could, so that the next time he was needed, the next "Rochdale," he would know more, be better, able to work faster, and do more.

But "taking it easy" was the last thing on his itinerary. There wasn't time to rest.

He'd been the first to respond to Doc's email, however. Because he knew, deep down, that he really did need to slow the fuck down, or he'd just fall apart. And he knew that if anyone would know how to help him, it would be her.

He considered Haven's sole medical faculty member his mentor, in a lot of ways. She'd been helping him train, and the results had been evident; first, he'd managed to pass his Midterms, and then, in spite of the colossal failure of a mission that Rochdale was, thanks to Qiu'li's criminal activity, and the swift and devastating attack by the Grimm, he had exceeded just about everybody's expectations in the field. While it was, without question, Holly that had done the best work in keeping the villagers calm, and organizing their evacuation, it was him that had kept his classmates alive for as long as he had, by overworking his Semblance.

He attributed most of that success to Doc. If she hadn't taught him what she had, and beaten him into a pulp so many times, he probably wouldn't have had the willpower to keep his body moving, long after his mind had faded into reflexes and instincts.

What was more, though, was that she was like him; she was a combat medic, before she started working at Haven, and she knew better than anyone else what that entailed. He had no doubt that every single thing he had thought about Rochdale, and his performance, and his countless regrets, she had thought many times more, and many years before, him.

So, when he approached that oh-so-familiar door, he did as instructed, and gave it a knock, before stepping in, offering a weary smile to the woman sitting at her desk, and he took a seat on the mentioned bean bag chair.

"Hi Dr. Haragitanai. It's good to see you again."

He felt like he could fall asleep, right then and there, honestly. It was soft and comfortable...

He didn't, though. Instead, he turned to Doc as she began to speak. It was a pretty standard greeting, which he wasn't surprised by at all- she had a lot of people to see, and had likely gotten her opener down to a well-practiced science. Made sense. He gave a thoughtful nod. "Better than I expected. The micro-fractures in my arms and legs have healed pretty well, and I've been resting. I still don't exactly feel rested, though." He frowned, as he felt a yawn surfacing, long and shallow, which he covered with a hand, before continuing.

"Mentally, I think I'm doing okay too. I just keep thinking about how much I wasn't able to do. I know, on a more rational level, that I did everything I possibly could have done, but I still wish I'd been able to do more. So many people died, and I couldn't do anything but watch it happen. That was the hardest part." He sighed, and scratched at the corner of his eye. "If I were just a little bit more prepared, a little bit faster... I don't know, I just feel... What do you do, when you feel that way? Like no matter how many people you helped, you still could have done more?" He looked up at Doc, his expression hopeful, and sad, all at once- he wanted her to give him an answer that could help make it easier, but inside, he knew there was only one answer she could give.

He knew that it wouldn't really get any easier. But maybe she could help him cope, at the least.

Aura: 100% ● @doctordoctorgimmeacure ● WC: 1019 ● TWC: 1019 ● i got a bad case of being sad

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When Doctor Haragitanai returned from the remote villages after her mission that day, she recalling being immediately summoned to the Mistral General Hospital in order to help assist with emergency treatment of students and villagers alike. Not even five seconds after her return to the Academy did she receive a report of what happened before she was relocated and had to help with keeping things under control. Doctor Haragitanai wasn't a hospital manager, far from it. Regardless, she took the position and tried her best to advise how to delegate medical personnel.
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The fact of the matter was that the hospital was ill-equipped for an emergency like this. She was told that they were to order extra medical supplies for an unknown reason but they hadn't anticipated a major endeavor on this scale. Of course, Doctor Haragitanai was already aware of what was going to happen, but seeing it herself was never a pleasant sight. She knew the hierarchy of a hospital, and knew that she wasn't going to be able to mesh well with their routine, so she worked as a sort of advisor to the hospital while providing her own aid when she could.
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Among all things, such as taking an inventory of the current supplies being allocated for the new arrivals as well as the current inpatients already here prior to the Rochdale refugees, Doctor Haragitanai noted the number of medical personnel available and recalled seeing a specific name: Jack Dawson. That Haven student who was also on the roster of students to head to Rochdale, was probably exhausted from trying to keep as many people alive as possible during the grueling few hours waiting for another airship to arrive. He was most likely still pushing on and running on fumes as hes trying to keep up with the medical professionals already stationed here and having their own routine.
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Doctor Haragitanai had made a special note to keep an eye on him while he worked in case something unexpected happened- mental and physical fatigue was something that a medical professional was used to. Jack Dawson was not a medical professional, but Doctor Haragitanai knew that he would most likely refuse. The inevitable would happen, and he'd probably experience it at some point. So she let him do as he pleased until his body gave out and she picked him up herself. Her semblance works on physical injuries, not mental or emotional, so Doctor Haragitanai hoisted his body over her shoulder and instructed the remaining hospital staff on what to do before carrying Jack off and putting him on a bed.
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Of course she wasn't very surprised to see the first response to her email, which was within minutes she added, to be from Jack himself. She partially blamed herself for instilling that sense of discipline in himself, but then again it was that kind of drive that separates a competent medical professional from a competent medical huntsman. Learning to be able to balance their own mental and physical well-being was just as important as being able to treat the person right in front of them.
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Doctor Haragitanai gazed at Jack as he sat down. She noted the weary smile on his face, the way he plopped down on the beanbag chair, and the way it seemed like he was ready to drift off. Doctor Haragitanai wordlessly pushed a warm mug of ginger tea towards Jack. It let out a sweet aroma. Apple-like, herbaceous. It was chamomile tea, brewed from the most premium finest of the value pack that rested in one of Doctor Haragitanai's undamaged cabinets. A drip of honey mixed in with the swirling scents that filled the small area as she listened to him speak. Hm, of course his fractures were well-healed. Doctor Haragitanai made sure of that herself as she went over his body carefully with her semblance when she set his unconscious body on the hospital bed, though she wasn't going to say anything unnecessary right now.
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"I see..." Doctor Haragitanai noted his lack of true rest, even after being told to rest. "I can see why you would think that, but if I may provide you with a bit of advice, as an upcoming medically-trained Huntsman: If you focus on the things that you weren't able to do, you'll completely miss out on the things that you managed to accomplish." Doctor Haragitanai finished her additional notes. The guilt of being unable to help everyone was a common thing among medical professionals. "What you're describing now. It's a common thing among people that work in the field, myself included. Why couldn't I be able to do this? If I had done that instead then there would be more I could now." Doctor Haragitanai lowered the Scroll and looked at Jack, tilting her head slightly as the individual strands of hair fell from her face.
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"It will be a continual battle from here. Like we discussed before. You'll be faced with situations. Situations that will force you to make decisions that may change your life. Whether it's for the better or for worse, I told you that it was up to you. Mister Dawson, I am sure that there will be many people who are grateful for what you've done to help them. On the flip side, there will probably be some that resent, or even hate you for not prioritizing them. That is an inevitable part of life, and something that you need to learn to accept." Doctor Haragitanai rubbed her chin, contemplating what he asked her.
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"What I do, huh? That's a very good question, and I can understand your reason for wanting to know. Personally, the thought of being able to do more never goes away. It becomes a permanent thought that plagues the back of your mind. However, there are two paths you can take given that mindset. You can either think negatively, and consider the negative aspects. You'll always be chasing a goal that you'll never reach. You'll always consider your incompetent, and think that there will be someone else who can do better than you. You might even question if what you're doing is causing more harm than good."
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"... Alternatively, you can consider the positive aspects. You've done a lot, what could you improve upon? Given your current level, what kinds of goals do you want to strive towards? What can you do to help more people the next time around? My mentor once told me that life is about improvement. I am inclined to agree, but how are you able to see if you've improved if you don't take a step back every once in a while?"
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A soft breeze wafted into the room from the window next to them. The warming steam that rose from the mug shuddered slightly before resuming it's wisp-like movements.
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XP Distribution:

Jack Dawson Jr.: 10 XP
10 + 71 = 81

Doctor Yuki Haragitanai: 16 XP (-5% no TWC) = 15 XP
0 + 15 = 15