Some will win

some will lose

Some were born to sing the blues

The days were still long. And going home at night to Whit was even worse. She was worried about her. But her wife seemed to think that she was fine. Stubborn. More than anything else Whitney was stubborn, and Kelsey loved that about her, but she thought that she needed to let her take care of her. Telling her that she was fine wasn’t actually helping her. Kelsey knew that she hadn’t figured this out yet. That she had no way of knowing what it was that they were actually looking at here, but she wanted to think that they were going to figure it out. She had to believe that they were going to figure it out. Because the power of positive thinking was a real thing. Only, they called it the Placebo Effect. If she could convince herself that things were working, then they just might. That was worth the risk, or at least she thought that it was.

She was going to hold out the hope that it would inspire something. That there would be something that she could grasp onto and pull them forward. Because she was sure that there had to be. She thought that there was something that could be done in every situation, and she knew that this was no different. They were going to come up with something. She was going to come up with something. Ruling things out worked in the right direction. It was a sort of backwards way of going about figuring out what it was that was wrong, but she had to start somewhere. She had to get the things that she wanted. And she knew that she didn’t’ have them yet. Kelsey wanted equipment that she didn’t have. She wanted to run tests that she couldn’t run. It was a challenge, and it wasn’t making this any easier.

Nothing was making this any easier. And she knew that her subjects were getting restless. Delilah had been Patient Zero. She had been the first one that they had seen come in with the illness. She had been one of the first ones that had been infected. And then Ella. She had been through hell, and she didn’t remember it. That was the part that had Kelsey the most intrigued. The fact that she couldn’t pinpoint what had caused it, other than the fever. Because she knew that that had played into it. But she couldn’t tell if that was the illness. Or the miscarriage. Or if the miscarriage had been prompted by the fever all together. It was a mess. And she knew that the witch was more than ready to get out of here.

Which was ironic, because she wanted out of here, to come right back here. Kelsey had caught her on rounds this morning, and she had sent her back to bed. But she thought that she wasn’t going to be able to keep her here too much longer. She was restless, and she was going to do more harm than good by forcing her to stay. Letting her get back to her life might be the best thing for her. Even if she was wary. She hadn’t had a choice in letting the Lady Rosier go. A note like the one that she had been presented with hadn’t given her all that much of a choice. She was released, by order of the Minister. Who also happened to be a healer and had signed the discharge papers.

That was aggravating. But there was nothing that Kelsey could do about it. All she could do was hope that the witch showed up for her check-up. Something that she wasn’t holding her breath for honestly. And she wasn’t going to go and track her down. But if she ended up admitted into her ER, she was going to roll her eyes before she treated her. The same went for Lady Burke. She had signed an AMA, because Kelsey hadn’t wanted her to leave, at all. There were too many of them that she was worried about, because their heads were her concern. And she was the neurologist. Something about them felt like it could be her clue. That there was some hint in the fact that some magic hadn’t been touched at all.

Kelsey stepped back out of Healer MacGuffin’s room, and made her way to the nurse’s station. She knew that she was going to have to give in at some point. She couldn’t keep her here forever. But she wanted to. Merlin, she wanted to. Looking up when someone stopped next to her she smiled at the other witch. “Hello Healer Mureșanu.” The younger witch had been here just as much as Kelsey had lately, and she thought that she was more than dedicated to her chosen career path. “Another long day?”

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[attr="class","cbody"]The epidemic had caught them all by surprise. It wasn’t something that anyone had the slightest chance of seeing coming. And of course, it had struck right at the time that her entire life had been turned upside down by her mare and Director De la Vega surprising her in his office to tell her that he was her father.
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Because that was the news that she wanted to hear as she just started training and mentoring under the director. She wanted to hear that he was her father. That didn’t complicate or ruin absolutely anything, now did it?
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She didn’t even know how to react to that news. She didn’t know what to do or say or… any of it. Laia hadn’t even known who to be angry at. Her mare for keeping it a secret from her her entire life, of course, but her--but Tomàs Costell… was not her father. He knew about it too, her mare had told her that much, and so the man that she had thought was her pare her entire life had also been lying to her.
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Laia could even find it in her to be mad at the Director too--the Director, her pare, whatever… because clearly he had started to suspect it at some point. He had thought there was a possibility of being her pare and instead of telling her about it, he had furthered the secret and had kept it to himself until he could team up with her with her mare.
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Of course, she couldn’t be mad at him for too long. Her mare had kept this from her for twenty years. Director De la Vega--her pare had kept it from her from maybe a few weeks before he’d made sure that the truth came out for real.
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Even amidst the epidemic, she couldn’t imagine being around her mare, so she had taken to staying at the hospital. At first it had been relatively innocent. She had just been there so much that it made more sense to pass out in an on-call room instead of going home. But then she had found a room in the records department that was rarely used, she had made a makeshift bed and it had gotten… a little excessive. She knew that. It was why it had been so embarrassing for her pare to find her there.
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And now she was staying with him. Obviously, she was still at the hospital more than she was home, but that was beside the point. She was actually living her with real pare, which was… a little awkward. Laia felt bad that she hadn’t spoken to her mare--she had asked Santiago to see if he could convince her to check into the hospital when her symptoms had gotten worse but she didn’t think that he had ever gone. He had reasons to be mad at her too, after all. But she hoped that she was okay. People’s symptoms were starting to go away so she had to think that her mare’s likely were too.
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She didn’t want to think about it too much, or she’d start to feel bad about abandoning her the way that she had. She had a reason to be upset with her but with her being sick… maybe she should have done more than just ask her pare to convince her to check in. And when she didn’t check in, she should have gone herself. But she hadn’t. Déu, she didn’t want to think about it anymore.
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The day had been a long one and her shift had finally ended. She was tempted to stay longer but the problem with living with her pare, and him being the hospital director, was the fact he’d be well aware if she was working thirty straight hours. Again. “Always,” she said, with a small smile, as Healer Banks approached. “Finally off now, even if I’m tempted to stay longer…” Maybe another six hours. It wouldn’t kill her or anything.
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SOME WILL WIN

SOME WILL LOSE

SOME WERE BORN TO SING THE BLUES

Without knowing what they were looking at it was hard to help them. Any of them. But she thought that she was always going to be the most worried about Whitney. They weren’t married, because med school had gotten in the way, but she was her wife. That was all that she cared about. And Kelsey knew that she was going to end up trying to fix this even more because Whit was sick. That was a motivator if she had ever seen one. And of course, the rest of her family being sick was hard to swallow too. She was the only one that hadn’t seemed to get it, but she didn’t know why that was. She didn’t know much of anything about it really. And that was the problem.

It was dead end after dead end, and she was coming up short all over the place. She was worried about the patients that they had kept here. She was worried that they had transferred them into the other wards. Ella MacGuffin here to General, and Delilah Graves had gone to Psych. It was… Worrisome. But she was worried about all of them. All of those that had come in presenting symptoms that had been touched in their minds. Their heads were her domain, and she was worried. She was worried about the fact that they were leaving without her consent.

They weren’t okay. Any of them. No one that had lost their magic was okay as far as Kelsey was concerned. She didn’t care what happened to the government. She didn’t care who was in charge, or what they were going to do now that there was a national crisis at hand. But she did care about the health of the people that stepped foot in this hospital. She did care about the fact that she was the one that was supposed to understand how this was affecting them. But she didn’t think that there was anything left to understand. She didn’t think that she was going to get the answers that they were looking for, from the witches that she had treated for their heads.

There was something there. There was something that she wanted to know or figure out. But she didn’t’ know how to get to it. She didn’t know where the answers were. She didn’t know what it was about those types of magic that was different. Because she had gotten them to tell her what the pain was. Lady Rosier had had to tell her first. In order to convince her that the coma was necessary, she had had to tell her about the visions. But Kelsey wasn’t convinced that there wasn’t more to it than that. That the visions, and the auras, and even Ella’s sense of just ‘knowing things’ as she had called it, weren’t a magic of a different variety. One that whatever this illness was, hadn’t targeted.

But there was the fact that Lady Burke’s pain had increased tenfold when her magic had finally disappeared. And that Lady Rosier hadn’t been able to stomach hers. Kelsey couldn’t begin to imagine what they were living with. The headaches, and the vision problems. And everything else that they were complaining of. She didn’t think that leaving was the answer, but they wouldn’t listen. And she knew that Ella was going to find someone else to discharge her if she wasn’t careful. That was certainly not the way to ensure that she was taking care of herself when she did let her leave.

Kelsey nodded a little bit when the younger woman answered her question. “I understand that completely. I feel like I haven’t seen my wife in a month.” She didn’t think that it had actually been that long, but if she were being honest, she didn’t know when the last time that she had left the hospital for longer than a change of clothes and to worry over Whit for a few hours before she ended up coming back here. Sleeping home was a luxury that she didn’t indulge in nearly enough. She would have to make a point to go home more than once this week. “There’s always something else that needs done here. Did I hear that you're working with the Director though? I'm sure you're quite busy too.”

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