The door opens and a chirurgeon in all white rushes through. They rear back in a noticeable start when they see Howl. It is such an awkward motion that Emet-Selch looks up from his papers. The chirurgeon explains, "I'm sorry. You look like - " They shake their head and rush further inside without further explanation.
"Your Radiance, we humbly request your presence in your son's chambers. The physicians have done all we can and we thought... perhaps you being there would provide some level of reassurance?"
Emet-Selch gives them a dirty look. "You were summoned here to provide me with news of his health, not asking me to be one of your nurses." He sets the document he had busied himself with on his lap. "So what of his health?"
Their face changes to one clearly announcing pity. Despite Emet-Selch's sharp tone, there is a sense that this physician cares deeply for those involved. "His health has declined considerably in the last few hours. Though we have other methods of treatment, there is no way we could procure and apply them in time. Nevertheless, I have sent my assistants to retrieve them with all haste." There is a long pause of consideration. "... We... expect that he will not see the sun rise. I'm sorry, Your Radiance."
The look on Emet-Selch's face can only be described as absolutely...shattered. He sits there quietly, eyes wide with shock, and looks on. Looks on as he feels all the hope inside him flicker out like a dying flame.
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"Your Radiance, we humbly request your presence in your son's chambers. The physicians have done all we can and we thought... perhaps you being there would provide some level of reassurance?"
Emet-Selch gives them a dirty look. "You were summoned here to provide me with news of his health, not asking me to be one of your nurses." He sets the document he had busied himself with on his lap. "So what of his health?"
Their face changes to one clearly announcing pity. Despite Emet-Selch's sharp tone, there is a sense that this physician cares deeply for those involved. "His health has declined considerably in the last few hours. Though we have other methods of treatment, there is no way we could procure and apply them in time. Nevertheless, I have sent my assistants to retrieve them with all haste." There is a long pause of consideration. "... We... expect that he will not see the sun rise. I'm sorry, Your Radiance."
The look on Emet-Selch's face can only be described as absolutely...shattered. He sits there quietly, eyes wide with shock, and looks on. Looks on as he feels all the hope inside him flicker out like a dying flame.