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treating the emotionally troubled patients.”
Miss Garrish’s nose wrinkled. “While I realize such a ward is needed, even among our kind, I do not consider it a suitable work place for females.” She eyed Lili sharply. “Even if they think of themselves as powerful witches.”
Lili swallowed her sigh. She had fought prejudice about her sex, even among the preternatural communities, for so many years that she should have been immune to the bias. Not gonna happen if the speaker’s a know-it-all megareptile . She was relieved that, at least, the shifter wasn’t a T. rex.
“Miss Garrish, I am a healer first and foremost, whether the damage is physical or mental,” she spoke in her firm, no-nonsense doctor voice, one that had left more than a few nurses in tears. “It doesn’t matter that I have a vagina instead of a penis. I would think that you, being a female, would also see it that way. I know that you wouldn’t have this position unless you worked very hard for it and had the knowledge to back it up. Just like you, I have labored hard to be the best healer I can be. I am here to treat the suffering of our patients, no matter what they are or what they’re going through. It doesn’t matter what my sex is or what I am. All that matters is that I have the power to ease their pain.”
The Director of Nursing didn’t even blink, and Lili could swear she didn’t even take a breath.
Damn.
“How accustomed are you to getting your way?” The elder’s eyes shot black-and-gold sparks, revealing a mere hint of her temper.
“Not as much as I’d like,” Lili freely admitted, knowing the shifter would sniff out if she said even one word that wasn’t true. “And I only truly battle for what I feel is right.”
Miss Garrish tapped her long, silver-tipped nails on her desktop. Lili wondered how many victims knew those claws intimately and how many survived.
“I like to think I can offer some hope to the patients housed below,” Lili said. She knew she was taking a chance, since she wasn’t sure what kind of relationship Miss Garrish had with Dr. Mortimer. Don’t go there, Lili. You’ll only sear your brain if you think the worst. “You have to admit no one should have to look on those ugly ogres every day if they can look at a smiling face.”
“They do have their uses,” Miss Garrish murmured, with a hint of distaste in her tone proving she wasn’t all that fond of Turtifo and Coing either. “Just because you have the title doctor in front of your name does not mean you aren’t subject to my rules.”
“Of course.” Lili really needed to remain on this female’s good side—if the Director of Nursing had one, that is.
“One other thing.” The elder speared the healer with a dark eye. “Your familiar.” She sniffed as if she just used an odious word.
Good thing Cleo wasn’t here. The cat would be having a royal hissy fit. “Cleo isn’t my familiar. She merely lives with me,” Lili corrected. “Many of us don’t have familiars. I’m one of them.”
Miss Garrish waved her hand in dismissal. “Whether or not it’s a familiar, it still should not be wandering the halls of this establishment. Perhaps we do not follow the same health codes as the mundanes, but we do have our standards.”
Oh yes, a very good thing Cleo wasn’t here.
Lili reached into her pocket and pulled out a small scroll. “Cleo is a certified therapy cat, warranted free of any disease,” she stated, placing the parchment on the desk. “She is also excellent working with traumatized young. She makes them forget their illnesses. And even if she is a long-haired feline, she doesn’t shed.”
Miss Garrish edged the scroll open and read the contents. There was no denying that the elaborate seals which decorated the bottom gave the cat a lot of immunity within the medical context. Her thin lips narrowed even more. “If there is one speck of trouble from that creature, she will be barred from the hospital. And
Miss Garrish’s nose wrinkled. “While I realize such a ward is needed, even among our kind, I do not consider it a suitable work place for females.” She eyed Lili sharply. “Even if they think of themselves as powerful witches.”
Lili swallowed her sigh. She had fought prejudice about her sex, even among the preternatural communities, for so many years that she should have been immune to the bias. Not gonna happen if the speaker’s a know-it-all megareptile . She was relieved that, at least, the shifter wasn’t a T. rex.
“Miss Garrish, I am a healer first and foremost, whether the damage is physical or mental,” she spoke in her firm, no-nonsense doctor voice, one that had left more than a few nurses in tears. “It doesn’t matter that I have a vagina instead of a penis. I would think that you, being a female, would also see it that way. I know that you wouldn’t have this position unless you worked very hard for it and had the knowledge to back it up. Just like you, I have labored hard to be the best healer I can be. I am here to treat the suffering of our patients, no matter what they are or what they’re going through. It doesn’t matter what my sex is or what I am. All that matters is that I have the power to ease their pain.”
The Director of Nursing didn’t even blink, and Lili could swear she didn’t even take a breath.
Damn.
“How accustomed are you to getting your way?” The elder’s eyes shot black-and-gold sparks, revealing a mere hint of her temper.
“Not as much as I’d like,” Lili freely admitted, knowing the shifter would sniff out if she said even one word that wasn’t true. “And I only truly battle for what I feel is right.”
Miss Garrish tapped her long, silver-tipped nails on her desktop. Lili wondered how many victims knew those claws intimately and how many survived.
“I like to think I can offer some hope to the patients housed below,” Lili said. She knew she was taking a chance, since she wasn’t sure what kind of relationship Miss Garrish had with Dr. Mortimer. Don’t go there, Lili. You’ll only sear your brain if you think the worst. “You have to admit no one should have to look on those ugly ogres every day if they can look at a smiling face.”
“They do have their uses,” Miss Garrish murmured, with a hint of distaste in her tone proving she wasn’t all that fond of Turtifo and Coing either. “Just because you have the title doctor in front of your name does not mean you aren’t subject to my rules.”
“Of course.” Lili really needed to remain on this female’s good side—if the Director of Nursing had one, that is.
“One other thing.” The elder speared the healer with a dark eye. “Your familiar.” She sniffed as if she just used an odious word.
Good thing Cleo wasn’t here. The cat would be having a royal hissy fit. “Cleo isn’t my familiar. She merely lives with me,” Lili corrected. “Many of us don’t have familiars. I’m one of them.”
Miss Garrish waved her hand in dismissal. “Whether or not it’s a familiar, it still should not be wandering the halls of this establishment. Perhaps we do not follow the same health codes as the mundanes, but we do have our standards.”
Oh yes, a very good thing Cleo wasn’t here.
Lili reached into her pocket and pulled out a small scroll. “Cleo is a certified therapy cat, warranted free of any disease,” she stated, placing the parchment on the desk. “She is also excellent working with traumatized young. She makes them forget their illnesses. And even if she is a long-haired feline, she doesn’t shed.”
Miss Garrish edged the scroll open and read the contents. There was no denying that the elaborate seals which decorated the bottom gave the cat a lot of immunity within the medical context. Her thin lips narrowed even more. “If there is one speck of trouble from that creature, she will be barred from the hospital. And
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