Setting
Rebuilt from rubble but cozy and solid nonetheless, it is stone-walled and wooden-roofed, and a metal chimney pipe sticks out from the back, letting smoke escape from what smells like a woodstove inside.
The front door is wooden, salvaged from some broken building somewhere, and outside the door is a neat stack of firewood about ten feet away.
Around the edges of the house, a small flower garden of battered dandilions and clovers, chamomile and mints, and all the hardy weeds that are shunned in civilized yards thrive. They are survivors, like the people left in the city.
In the rear of the little house is another door, this one metal. Beside it, a small generator hums constantly under a makeshift wooden cover. On the other side of the back door, two large barrels sit positioned to catch falling rainwater from the gutters. A larger space had been cleared of debris further back, and by sweat and hard labor, the owner of the small house had tilled and planted, and a garden was sown.
The only indication that this wasn't a residence was a hand-painted sign that hung from a post near the front door. Lettered in neat, violet paint, it reads:
"Charis Family and Urgent Care Clinic. Walk-ins welcome."
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One clean needle and a cocktail of pain-killers and anesthetics later, the young man would be asleep on the table, carefully hooked to an IV (gravity drip... curse this war that left her hospital destroyed!).
Several hours later, Sonny would be short one leg, but plus a healthier color.
Judging by the drip, Kyoki guessed she'd have at least another hour before he awoke, and perhaps another two before he would need her attention.
Partway through the surgery, her small radio had come on, with the announcement from that man... whats-his-name. Well, regardless, she hoped it would be safe now.
Time to go scrounge for anything else she might need.
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The boy was curious as to how she had anesthetics on hand in such a humble clinic as hers, but he didn't press it too much. He was thankful to be out during the operation as it was; and Kyoki probably was too, judging from how much he whimpered and moaned at just receiving the local shots.
His body was weak at his fittest, and with the trauma and his blood loss, he would likely be out for longer than expected...
((Are you going to play her actions as he's asleep? It sounds like you're planning to take her around town))
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