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Topic: Doctor/Nurse (11/02/06)
TITLE: Dr. Eira's Health Resort
By Sara Harricharan
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“May I help you ma’am?” A too-cheerful voice with a brightly smiling face appeared at her elbow.
“Yes! Show me the way out of here!” The last words came out as a shriek, and a look of puzzlement briefly flitted across the cheerful face.
“I’m sorry ma’am. Dr. Eira will be ready for you in a moment.”
“Thank you, Daphne.” A new voice spoke from directly behind her and Sharon jerked around to look at the speaker. Dr. Eira dismissed her with a slight tip of her head, turning to Sharon. “Hi. I’m Eira. Welcome to the resort.”
Sharon glared back in response. “There’s nothing to eat here!”
Eira perked a brow at that. “Really? I’ll fix that. Daphne!” The smiling face appeared almost instantly, and Eira bent, whispering softly.
Straightening, she beckoned to Sharon. “They’ll fix you up something new, come with me in the meantime.”
Sharon eyed her suspiciously. “Where are you taking me?”
Eira smiled faintly. “Are you all right?”
“All right?” Sharon gave a short bark of laughter. “I was signed up to win a free trip to a kooky health resort by my ex-husband. My children decided to stay with him because his new girlfriend buys them bigger toys. My boss fired me for taking this free trip-my father died of lung cancer, I threw up twice on that stupid plane. My sister has been calling me non-stop to the point that I’ve turned off my cell phone. My luggage has gone to Alaska and you want to know if I’m alright?!”
The faint smile was replaced by a look of compassion, Sharon was close to tears and Eira gently guided her away from the café. “Tissue?” She offered.
Sharon accepted, blowing her nose loudly. “You don’t know what it’s like.” She whined, letting herself be pulled along. “And what kind of a name is Eira?”
“Welsh. Means snow.” Eira stopped in front of two large, wooden, doors, removing her slippers she waited.
It took Sharon a moment before she bent down and tugged off her Italian loafers, staring as Eira opened doors into a wide and empty room.
Circular, with fancy scrolls on the pale green and brown walls, smooth wooden floors and dressing rooms along one end, with a closet and shelves at the other side.
Leaving her in the middle, Eira headed for the shelves where she selected a white outfit and brought it to Sharon, motioning towards an empty dressing room. “Change into these, it’ll help you relax. After all you’ve been through-you need some time for you.”
Sharon stared at her for a moment then took the clothes, entering the room nearest to her. Her muffled voice filtered out through the bamboo doors. “White gets dirty too easily!”
“Let me worry about that-when was the last time you wore white?” Eira suppressed a smile.
There was silence and then a grunt. “You mean besides my wedding day?” The door popped open and Sharon walked out, tugging at the drawstrings. “I hate pants like this.”
Stifling a smile, Eira knelt, tying it loosely, then straightening and studying the result.
Reaching up around Sharon’s head, she gently pulled a scrunchie free, lightly combing her fingers through it.
Crossing the room, she pushed aside a curtain to show a hallway leading outdoors. The floor was sectioned off into boxes and to Sharon’s surprise, Eira walked right in them, motioning for her to follow.
First box was water, second box, a rough rock, third box, more water, fourth box, a white cream, fifth box, a reddish-brown powder.
Eira hopped out of the last box and onto the warm brick floor, her feet evenly coated in the strange mixture, watching as Sharon awkwardly followed suit.
Once outside, she led her down a walkway ending at a giant rock.
Showing her the footholds, she climbed up and waited.
The rock was warm and comforting to Sharon as she scrambled to the top and automatically headed towards Eira and joined her sitting, dangling her feet over the edge.
“You’re a strange doctor.” Sharon yawned.
Eira smiled. “One that cares. How do you feel now?”
Sharon blinked, her eyes misting over. “Great. Hungry. Sad.” A lone tear trickled down her cheek, and she turned into Eira’s open arms.
“Healing begins with closure.” Eira whispered.
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