“I thought I could help people, you know? Really make a difference in their lives. But... I don’t know how much more of this I can take...”

When you spend every day helping people who are very sick, it really puts things in perspective.

I’m Alaina. You can call me Lainey or Robin – I’m not really particular. I’m a doctor. People come to me when they’re sick, and they trust me to help them get better. It’s a satisfying job. Especially when people smile at you and thank you from the bottom of their hearts. No masks, no image to uphold. Just... genuine emotions.

But there’s another side to it all too. What do you do when someone... can’t get better? When you can’t help them? What do you do when you need to tell someone that they’ve only got a few months left to live?

You can spin it any way you want. You can try to be as gentle and cordial as you can possibly be. But no matter what, you are going to watch someone’s life fall apart in seconds. An entire family, shattered because of a few words. Some are accepting of it, like they’ve known for a very long time. Others... can’t accept it. They lash out, deny it as much as they can.

And they’ll blame me for it all. Like I’m the one who did this to them. And in a way... I did. I can’t really stop blaming myself for it. Nothing really soothes that kind of pain, and I’ve tried... everything. Tobacco, alcohol, games, even – nothing stops it. Nothing...

Ah hells, look at the time. Sorry for rambling. It’s time for me to go.

We can talk some more later...

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Yup. This is the character I wanted to write. I got the inspiration for her while I was finishing up Nina. I thought I would take a break from writing so many fantasy characters, so I decided to go with this. It might not be very flashy, and it may even be excessively complicated, but I wanted to explore the mind of someone like this: someone who needs to be the bearer of bad news. Someone who, despite doing nothing wrong, can’t help but feel at fault. Someone who blames and torments herself over telling someone that they’re going to die, empathizing with their pain. It’s flawed, it’s stupid, it’s irrational...

And it’s human. Very human.

 A Day at the Hospital

Too Much to Bear

A Day of Respite

Thanks for checking out my character. Sorry for the wordy bio. Like I said before, this isn’t going to be a regular thing. Just when I feel up to it. I hope you enjoy your chats.