Poster: Gates Barrington
Post # 32
It was the usual so far, those with colds, fevers and flus coming in
looking to get something to take. Randy was bringing in some of the
older folks by sled as he made the rounds to check up on those they
knew. Those that didn't mind a doctor seeing them and in fact helped
them cope with failing health. There was the fact that everyone was
going to die at some point so his point was to keep them alive as long
as nature allowed. He was in the ward where those that were very sick
Sadie had just been dropped off outside the hospital. As she was still
wagonless, folks had been offering her theirs for a day or two. When she
returned in the evenings the wagon owner would drop her in the Commons
or here at the hospital. Giving her back a yank up her shoulder, she
headed inside. She'd need to pick up a few things for tomorrow and
wanted to see if they needed a hand, this was certainly the time of year
for the hospital to be full. She dropped her coat off on the way in and,
after asking where he was headed to find Gates. It wasn't a surprise
that he was at the hospital or in that particular ward.
At least he wore a cloth mask over his face so that there was less
chance of him getting any of the more spreading sicknesses. He was just
checking up on the last patient of this ward and the dosage for the
older woman to be given and to be kept warm and comfortable, when Sadie
arrived. He handed the chart off to the trainee and was over to
intercept as he took off the mask and gestured that the exit the ward.
"Old Martha Jones may not make it to the New Year if the medication
doesn't take for getting in so late." There was a sadness to his
tone but it was sometimes inevitable when a eighty-nine year old got a
cold that was settling into her chest and lungs. Something that needed
immediate treatment, not a week later after it started. "How are
Sadie smiled at the patients, gave a wave as Gates crossed to her. She
walked with him and, at his news, lifted a hand to his arm, "I'm
sorry to hear that." It was always hard to lose a patient, but
particularly when you felt as if it could have been prevented. "I'm
doing well. I thought I'd see if you needed a hand in here." She
smiled up at him, "Or wanted a break all together. I could do
whatever it is you'd be doing this evening and you could head into town
or to your own bed for once."
"Thank you for the offer but I will be staying tonight for if
Martha is not going to make it, it will happen and she wanted me by her
bedside. She doesn't really have anyone except two sons that are out at
sea somewhere she rarely sees. I wouldn't mind some company, share my
meal if you have not eaten? James brought food up from the Thistle as we
usually get our meals from there being offered." All the while he
headed to one of the back rooms that was more like a living room lounge
in this manor home. The food kept warm on the table and recently
delivered as he knew he'd have some time. "Have you gotten yourself
a wagon and horse yet? Or were you planning on a mule?" Seeing to
the door as it was pressed open and held for her.
She nodded. She'd do the same in his place. At the mention of food her
mouth quirked, "I might have skipped lunch." But there had
been eggs and bacon at breakfast, for once. She murmured a thanks as he
held the door, then chuckled, "A horse, but no, still haven't made
it to the stables. I've been a'borrowing." Under duress. When
people found out she didn't have a wagon and horse they insisted. It was
that sort of place. And, being winter, they weren't as badly needed on
the farms. Dropping her bag by a chair, she pulled out a seat for
"Have you bet on the horses to gain more coins to buy yourself the
wagon? Usually one wins quite a bit, a few thousand and your first
betting experience is courtesy of Falkirk Downs and Patrick Frasier. You
have until tomorrow afternoon." To have her bets in safely that
was. "I would suggest you see Raphael O'Keeffe and ask him for one
of his newer inventions. Wheels for the summer and blades for the
winter. He has made it so one retracts up and the other lowers."
Which would come in handy for her considering she got out all year round
as she could, or would be being back again. He was over to lift up one
of the domes, chicken cutlets was the scent, another had a couple steak
and kidney pies while the last had stout braised lamb shanks and a
basketful of curly fried potatoes. "Hungry?" If she wasn't
before, she would be now as he smiled her way, the lid set aside as he
got out two plates and utensils.
She grinned at mention of the races, "I don't plan on winning, but
I mean to bet, oui." As for Raphael, she nodded. "I'd been
planning to see him, but I'd no idea he was so innovative." This
week, that was her plan. Rory and Raphael. At the scent of the food she
nearly moaned. She really, really needed to remember her meals.
"Bon Dieu, I'm stopping here for dinner every night. I'll get fat
and happy and you'll have to hire people to lift me out of this
chair." She flashed that smile even as she stood to get her plate
So did he. He usually had a good breakfast and the staff here would all
but force a half a sandwich on him or a cup of soup on the fly. Dinner
was late like tonight. He would fall asleep on the couch here in the
room later to be awaken when needed. Otherwise they let him sleep. When
things were slow, he actually got to his manor home to stay for a few
days. Her comment had him laughing as he saw to her seat. "Tea to
go with it?" Being he didn't drink while here and the tea had some
herbs to keep him healthy and all who drank it. A pot was always left
brewing under his specifications. It included mint giving it a nice
flavor. "You'd work off anything you ate in no time," just
like him as he saw to getting two mugs and the pot to bring over, poured
his after he sat, leaving her to tend to hers as she wished.
When she stayed in one place, people usually caught on to her bad habits
and did the same. But being on her own out in the world, it was easy to
miss them. Although, occasionally folks forced her to share a meal.
"Mais oui." She took the mug from him and poured her own. Even
that smelled good. "Non. I'd quit working just to eat. If there
were some fresh beignets you'd be in real trouble."
"You'll have to bring in those next time," like he was making
a deal. He saw to filling up his plate, moderate amount because he never
knew when they would be rushing in to get him and he'd only get a fork
full down if that. He was having a little of each offering as he finally
sat and started to indulge. No time like the moment for the previous
mentioned. Sometimes he felt like he had to inhale his food to get any.
Sadie chuckled as she sipped her tea, heading back to the table. Sneaky,
he was. After that she was filling up her own plate, heading straight
for the lamb shanks and curly potatoes. When she sat down with her plate
she closed her eyes, just breathing in the scent. When she opened them
again, she got down to the eating. Yup, she knew all about inhaling your
meals. Occupational hazard. "Mrs. Harmon's youngest broke his nose.
Again." The six year old liked to climb, everything. Sadie was
smiling slightly as she explained, "He was trying to pass through
walls. Heard Prince Andrew could."
"He still fighting with the lumberjack's son Billy?" The lad
had spunk and a few broken noses for it too. Of course this could be
another one he was thinking of. So many to keep track of. So it was a
different one as he shook his head. "Maybe bring him in sometime to
the castle and let him talk to the Prince if he is around. Never know,
if he has ability they may teach him how to do that." Which had him
grin a moment as he'd paused from his eating then started up again.
Sadie chuckled, nodding, curls shivering 'round her face. "Oui.
Youngest of nine and scrappy with it." Definitely one of Sadie's
favorites all ready. At his words the fork on the way to her mouth
paused, mouth slowly turning up at the edges. "It all still
surprises me, what they can do. But you aren't," she waved the
fork, "uneasy, non?"
Which had him pause in thinking on that as he shook his head once.
"No, it doesn't bother me for death is a real thing and shakes the
foundation of mind staying limited to thinking this is all there is or
how it is when there is the spirit that needs not the body." Not
that he had answers but he had an open mind. One that could accept the
ancient ways of healing and the newer more scientific ones. Taking them
and using the benefits of both to benefit those he took care of.
"We got a pig outside, after taking care of Leroy Jenkins six kids
of which two almost died, he paid as he could although we had not
asked." If she had been out back, which was a number of acres of
land, there was a small farm slowly growing. Chickens, lambs, goats, now
a pig. Some of which he donated to the thistle to help cover the food
they sent up.
Sadie sort of hummed at his answer. Oh, yes, she agreed. What they could do
was amazing and necessary. Sometimes it made her question how necessary
the science, however. How necessary their breed of healers, or maybe
just herself as one. At the switch in topic she grinned. "Oui, that
is usually the way of it. I once got paid with a parrot. I wasn't sure
what I was to do with the bird." And eggs and meals and assorted
oddities, once even having been offered the youngest female of a
family. That had been awkward to refuse.
There were some strange offerings but people gave what they could.
Moonshine was offered by most of the woodsmen in exchange for medicine
or a checkup. There were operations to be performed of that which he
could. He wasn't a neurosurgeon and there were things like that left to
the ancients instead if they were to survive by a miracle. To live as
long as Martha was a rarity and most didn't die from disease but either
in battle or some accident.
Sadie started to take another bite of potatoes, but stopped with the
fork nearly to her mouth. "Do you ever go home? I've heard rumors,
but...." she trailed off, obviously teasing him. He was always here
when she stopped in! Day or night!
"Rarely in the winter for I never know when a storm will hit."
The Hospital was his home more than not. "Once we get some more
doctors we can take shifts. One week here, one week home." That
sounded like a dream to him. "Luckily you came back to see to all
those that cannot get themselves to the hospital easily. One needs to be
built or converted in Ballicastle too."
"Well, I'm just...there," she gestured in the general
direction of the cottage. In other words, she could always be here if he
needed some time off. Sadie nodded to the last. "Oui. I enjoy being
out and seeing them in their homes. Are there plans for Ballicastle,
Dastardly, wicked, oaf! Or so her mind tumbled as she left from the
market and caught a wagon heading past the hospital. A little wave and
in she went, passing a sweet roll in absent gesture to someone who
looked like they could use a dose of joy Snagging someone by the sleeve,
the windswept blonde flashed a smile "Pardon moi, have you seen the
doctor? About yea high,?" A blank look, she added "Wears a
dress. Come on, how many women are giving you exams in here?!" Dieu!!
"Any time you want to be here, be here." He meant it too. He
was sure that traveling got the better of anyone after a while and those
out in the woods and far places didn't need to be seen as often as those
that came in here definitely sick or wounded." He could use another
doctor on staff if not a few more doctors. They were in the back room
which was really more like a living and dining room combined in this old
manor home that was very well built. The young lad helping out as a
handyman, go-for, directed the woman with a pointed finger to the half
She flashed a smile. Oh, she would. "Are you looking then? I have
contacts, I could see if anyone is interested in a move." Yes, she
would indeed steal doctors from foreign lands. She could have a dozen
letters out tomorrow.
A pinch to his cheek and a playful wink. "Merci" And off she
flounced in that direction, the hem of the olive hued skirt swishing
with each step, the tunic of ivory and rose detail about the neckline
complimenting the hurry-up-spring attire. Soon enough she was breezing
into the back room, the covered basket set to the table as she winked to
Sadie and sized up the man she spoke with "Not impeding miraculous
healing, am I?"
"If they come with your recommendation, I definitely would like to
talk to them." He was back to eating before the food got cold. The
lad of about thirteen froze when she pinched his cheek. Red spread from
his neck up leaving him blinking like an owl. Not often he got such
attention from a pretty lass and he ran off outside to get more wood and
cool down. Gates barely swallowed the mouthful when one came in he
didn't recognize, moving to stand immediately. He was a formable enough
figure, "good evening, can I help you?"
Sadie grinned. "Oh, oui. I'll see what I can do,
darling." When Reve bounded in, she smiled. Then hopped to her own
feet. She reached across, laying a hand on his arm. "Ah, Gates.
This is my friend, Reve, from France. She's staying with me." Green
eyes shot a look at her friend, her dimples appearing. "She's
staying with me just now."
"Mon Dieu, Sadie I don't think I've ever wanted a respiratory
infection so badly." Those taunting words spoken to her friend but
those doe eyes were on the other Doctor. Laughing softly she moved
closer, giving Sadie a kiss to her cheek before addressing the doctor
with a lift of brow. "Ah, so you are Gates, a pleasure to meet
you." The lilt of French accent like fairy wings brushing over each
word. Delicate and somehow impish.
"A friend," well that got a smile out of him as dark blue eyes
turned from Sadie to the other. "A pleasure to meet you Reve, from
France and friend of this good doctor Beadeau.." which Sadie would
know there was a lighthearted touch of teasing but certainly sincere in
his welcoming of her friend. "Have you gone on her rounds?"
Addressing Reve in relation to Sadie.
Sadie returned the kiss and simply laughed at Reve, a worse flirt than
even herself. She left answering Gates to Reve, however.
"Non, as much as I respect the profession, all those little tools
doctors use are quite frightening" And almost in the same breath,
she looked to Sadie "This is the same Gates you groped, oui?"
Just to be certain, you know.
Which had him cough back the laugh in how direct this feisty Reve was
with Sadie. So blue eyes turned there just to see how she answered that.
Brat! Sadie's smile was certainly embarrassed. Hadn't she just tucked
this out of the way? er, gotten over that little incident? "Oui,
cherie. Which means everything I said is the same." Sadie's smiled
innocently at Gates. Let him wonder what she'd said since he just stood
there and laughed. Then, back to Reve. "And where is Luc, darling?
Shouldn't you be throwing a plate at his head about now?"
"Well, I can hope what was said was all good things instead of the
real devil I can be." Let them wonder as the smile held that edge
of a smirk and he to finish up his plate of food. He took a moment to
indicate the platters... "have some.." to Reve if she was
hungry. "There is also tea."
She tsked a bit and lifted a hand, patting the Doctor's chest
"Don't mind her, she's too Australian at times. I would have groped
you too." Then OH! The ire at the name of Luc! "That
....!" Well, that's all the English she seemed to remember, flying
off into a beautifully irate tirade until she sucked in a breath and
calmed. Well, all but the flush of temper in her cheeks. "Luc, may
he rot in hell for lying buggars is currently picking your gravy boat
out of his hair piece by piece...by the way, I got you a new gravy
boat..Happy New Year." And a sigh, wilting into a chair,
"merci Doctor Gates."
Gates was watching Reve with an curious eye and thoughts. "Sadie,
have you let this lovely French flower out into the Thistle upon
the unsuspecting men in these lands?" Teasing both at the same
Sadie glanced at Gates, hoping he wasn't fluent in French. Some of the
things that Reve had said, particularly about Luc's anatomy, really
didn't need to be shared. As far as the gravy boat, she just laughed.
"Merci, Reve. I didn't like the old one anyway." She
eased back into her chair, watching Gates watch Reve. Her lips twitched.
"Naturally. I imagine she'll have them all conquered within the
"Unless of course, Luc is her beau..?" Oh, he had a good
feeling it was far from that but he could find out for sure. Which he
had to ask, "which of the men have you met so far?" Charming
as Reve seemed to be naturally, there were a few that would be hard to
A wink to Gates "I have yet to entangle myself with the locals past
a greeting, yet the day is young. And Luc is a lying, whorish man that I
had the misfortune to court." A playful pause and she added to
Gates "But call me flower again and I might be tempted to forget I
don't fall for flattery" Ah, the grin, just completed the whole
"He sounds like a man that you are better without." There were
plenty of good men in the world as there were women. This area of
relationships he was not anywhere being an expert. Basically his life
was owned by the hospital and his patients that he just never found the
time. A wry smile showed as he met her tease and something else,
"les anges soupirer que vous passer pour votre beauté éclat
semblable à les soleil." That might answer Sadie's question but as
much as he knew some, he could follow a tirade and anatomy would not
embarrass the doctor!
Sadie took another forkful of potatoes, it helped hide her grin.
Watching Reve was almost as good as watching Reve and Sela together.
And, yup, question answered. Although it was less the anatomy and what
Reve had planned to do to it. But, c'est la vie.
Some men were into pain.
Perhaps that's why the doctor seemed so intrigued?
A sigh and the French purred like a well fed kitten "Une langue si
mauvaise sur un visage si beau. Aucun Sadie de merveille ne vous a
molesté. " Well, at least he was forewarned that Reve had the
devil's own temper!
More if Luc was drooling with her threats?
Luc was indeed a glutton to the misery.
Luc did love pain. At least if Reve was doling it out. Sadie laughed,
couldn't help it. She did not have Reve's purring, French laugh though.
"Mmm. Don't drag me into this, cherie."
"Sadie, you know I taunt you from love, oui?" A kiss blown to
her, the smile lingering.
"You are like sisters?" He was observing and observant. There
was a love between them like he'd seen between sisters that were close.
A touch closer than friends which it also contained.
"Of course, could simply be jealousy" The wink playfully
offered and she nodded to Gates "Oui, Sadie and Sela, both near and
dear to my heart. "
"Sadique," that she purred to Reve, but the green eyes were
bright with amusement. She looked to Gates and gave a nod, "Oui,
Reve is the third Badeau girl." Then she glanced at Reve, shaking
her head. "You of me? Or me of you?"
Then it clicked. "Oh, bon dieu. Well, you could always ask for a
"Me of you, certainly..I haven't groped the man yet. " Grin
tugged and yes, she was bold with words but always that mischief in the
eyes! "What is the fun of aski---wait, Mon dieu, you asked?!"
Furrow of brow, trying to picture asking for it!