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Doctor Lovelan lives up to her name. She is quite lovely, both physically and in personality. Though a little shy, she smiles easily as she goes through the motions of a very basic exam - checking your eyes, teeth, heart, and asking a few questions about dietary needs or desires. She also seems to listens in a way that previous doctors have not.
To Fearless, she replies, "I suppose you might think we have a lot of doctors here, but we all serve the patients in slightly different ways. Doctor Chawaar is an internalist, specializing in diseases of the body and mind. His work is mostly theoretical, and conducted through research in Briarstone's extensive library. Until yesterday he had very few patients. Doctor Oathsday is mostly a chirurgeon, as is Doctor Latchke, who works the night shift. Doctor Losandro runs Briarstone Asylum, and is also the head Doctor and only true alienist. I am studying the ways of the mind too, and hope to become an alienist as well someday. But for now I work under Doctor Oathsday in the infirmary during the day, but help out where I can."
At Brother Butterfly's request for grooming supplies Doctor Losandro gives a good natured laugh. "As it turns out I found a note about just that. I think it was accidentally discarded. Anyway, I had Denman here bring some things." You notice the young orderly hanging back at the door has a small bucket, a mirror, some soap, and some fresh towels.
"Here you go." Denman says, placing the items on a small side table.
"We will have to supervise, of course." Doctor Lovelan adds. "Some patients have issues with sharp objects."
Meanwhile, Denman is checking his pockets as if something is missing.
"Do you have the razor?" He whispers the other orderly, who shakes his head. "Could've sworn it was in my back pocket..."
The location of the razor becomes apparent when a female patient steps to the doorway. Pale and glassy-eyed, her name is Ilesi, a patient you've seen before in the Dayroom. Blood flows freely from the flayed skin of her left arm, splattering her gray dress and and the floor at her feet. Held up in her right hand is the errant straight razor.
"So sharp..." She smiles before collapsing to the ground.