Washed Ashore

[Emiko Sato]

Emiko found herself busy with the many "prisoners" in need of medical attention. It had been since forever that a very caring and soft side of her came out. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she had more of her father in her than she thought. She found herself doing everything from a simple examination with no issues to stitching up some deep cuts and setting a broken arm. It also triggered something in her mind about the child she had lost and how it angered her father. It resonated in her how he had all but banished her from the family for her poor choice of habits and violent tendencies. The question she asked herself was "is he ready to forgive me?" Between that, her lungs craving nicotine, her body needing cardamine and her medical supplies running low, she excused herself and went out for a break.

Finally! She took a deep hit of her inhaler and packed her kiseru with fresh tobacco. Lighting it, she inhaled deeply and held the smoke deep within her as the urges within her began to settle. Finally, she exhaled the smoke that her lungs didn't absorb in a billowing cloud of smoke. She loved her tobacco and the relaxation it provided. When her break was finished, she returned to aiding her patients. Still, her supplies were running low and she had no immediate way to replenish them.

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