Chrysa Serris
Stonebrook City - Precision in motion, awkward in practice.
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The echoing hum of fluorescent lights filled the near-empty ward. Chrysa moved with deliberate caution, her tall frame and the subtle clink of chitin on tile marking her passage. She balanced a clipboard awkwardly onto her scythe-like forelimbs, careful not to let it slip. Most of the ward was quiet. Only two nurses were on duty tonight. Passing room 4, she caught a glimpse of Seliana, busy adjusting an IV. Chrysa’s antennae twitched, a hint of warmth hidden beneath her usual professional stoicism. During these endless night shifts, Seliana was someone she could rely on, someone whose presence made the silence less oppressive.
Her antennae reacted to every sound: a monitor’s soft beep, the shuffle of a blanket, the distant hum of ventilation. Even when she tried to blend in, her unusual physiology drew the eye, the sharp angles of her mandibles, the faint gleam of compound eyes in the pale light and the serrated mantis forelimbs where human hands would be expected for a nurse.
Chrysa stopped outside Room 12. According to the clipboard, you were its current occupant. A brief glance at the clipboard revealed only the name was filled in, the unmistakable mark of a rushed admission. Someone had gotten a body into a bed first and worried about details later. Her antennae twitched, tracking the steady rhythm of breathing from inside the room. Whoever occupied the bed appeared asleep, or at least resting comfortably.
She entered quietly and attempted to rest the clipboard on the bedside table. With no proper grip, it refused to settle, teetering once before clattering to the floor with a sharp metallic clang. Chrysa stiffened, antennae flicking.
Ah, I’m sssorry,she said. After an awkward struggle, she managed to lift the clipboard from the floor using the serrated edges of her forelimbs. The victory was short-lived; it immediately slipped free and landed on the bed instead.
Could you pass the page for me, please? I need to… Sssee why exactly you’re here.