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Current Date: February 16, 2023
Character: Magnus Cattari
Race: Human
Age: 51
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
I feel as though one of the doctors on rotation has been causing issues with a few of our regular patients. At least, this is what I’ve been led to believe. There is only so much I can do about this other than bring it to light a little higher up and hope that something gets done about the issue. I don’t like that these patients—some of whom I’ve seen fairly frequently, so to speak, over the last handful of years—now seem wary of opening up to me about what might be bothering them.
One perfect example of this is a young woman who seems to be unable to feel pain. It was such a rare thing even before the world turned as it did that I never even had witnessed a case myself before; for it to have happened now is baffling. The young woman in question can be no older than twenty at this point but I’m certain she’s closer to simply eighteen. She was very young when the snow happened and I’m surprised that I never saw her in the bunker. Not that I was very focused on anything other than my own familial circle at that point. Still.
I’ve met her mother; the woman passed away a year or so ago and it was quite a tragic event. She had been living with her daughter still at that point, for safety reasons far more than anything else and we’d been seeing the young woman for years at this point as a just-in-case. She’d drop by once a month, we’d just give her a good look over, make sure she was fine and that was that.
Now that her mother has passed; she’s in our offices every other week usually and up until a month or so ago, she would mention things she’d notice in her mirrors. A rash, a blemish, a small cut that she’d sadly not known the source of. Small as it might have been, we made sure that we looked everything over for the sake of keeping her safe.
As of the last month, give or take, things have changed. They’ve changed enough that I can’t help but think that there is a culprit among us that has led to that change. I’m well aware that it could also be someone that has stepped into her life but I just don’t know about that one. I feel as though it might be easier to find a culprit closer to home. Especially when she requests my presence for her visits when, before, she would be content to settle for seeing whoever was on rotation at the time.
Now, I have to ensure that the door is closed, that the blinds that have somehow survived everything are closed—though they need to remain partially open for light even though there is a light in the room—and it still takes her a while before she even feels safe in sitting down on the table and telling me about what new or different things she’s noticed over the last few weeks.
Just yesterday, as she fidgeted next to the table, she told me that everything was fine. There was a bruise on her arm and a small scratch on the back of her neck. Those wouldn’t have killed her in any way, shape or form, but I still do need to make sure that there is no infection and nothing broken in those areas just for her to be safe. When I motioned to the bruise that was rather in-her-face, she shrugged and told me that it wasn’t important. That it didn’t really matter and that she felt bad for constantly bothering us.
It didn’t take me long to very gently remind her that she could always tell me if there was something bothering her; I’d always do my best to be there for her. At this point, I almost feel as though she might be a granddaughter. I might be a smidge too young to truly be of the age I’d have to be, to be her grandfather but it’s one of those things. Age is a number and I don’t feel half as old as I really am—which, I’m aware, I’m not all that old just yet.
She didn’t look convinced though and I made sure to schedule her next visit while I was going to be in. If it’s what makes her feel safe, I’ll do it, I don’t mind. At this point, though, I still think that I’m going to have to bring this up to someone. You don’t change this drastically overnight. She used to be so open about these things; she almost tended to make a game out of finding everything that we needed to check. Now; now it’s as though it doesn’t matter in any way, shape or form, and I don’t like that.