Cut

Author: Seth

"Maybe someday I won't need to hold myself back, but until that day comes I'll have to make due." 

Scrith, scritch, scritch.

"Stop scratching at it or it'll never heal."

She crossed her arms, staring down the young boy in front of her until he bashfully withdrew his hand from the poultice that was wrapped around his arm. Giving him one last glare for good measure, she turned around and continued her routine inspection of the medic ward.

Honestly, leave any of these idiots alone for more than a moment and they'd try their hardest to undo all the work she'd done for them.

As she continued on her rounds she absently took note of the way most of her patients seemed to avoid her gaze. She frowned slightly as she sighed inwardly. This wasn't the kind of hospital she wanted to run.

It couldn't really be helped though. She'd garnered something of a reputation for being an ice queen while on the job, and the fact that she had to discipline many of her more bull headed patients regularly didn't help. No matter how friendly she acted when she wasn't saving lives, it never seemed to make a dent in the image she'd unintentionally created with her own two hands.

It couldn't really be helped though. She had to reign in her emotions when a life was on the line or she'd end up making a horrible mistake, unlike her cousin whose medical talent seemed to increase exponentially the more emotion he poured out.

She still wished, some days, that she had asked him how he did it.

She wished too that at least a few patients could look past the veil of professionalism she had to don whenever she worked. Just because she never showed it didn't mean that she didn't feel each cut she made on every one of her patients.