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Log 1: Entry 8



Patient: Human, male, toddler
Symptoms: Nose pain
Treatment: Object removal, right nostril
Meeting:

A young woman came in with her brother. She was distressed and he was crying, loudly. It took me time to calm her enough to explain what had happened. She told me she wasn't sure, that she had been washing by the river and turned from her brother for a moment.
The boy's nose was red and his breathing abnormal. When I tried to examine him closer the boy would not listen and could not sit still or be quiet. He only calmed down after I warned that he might end up with his nose cut off.
As suspected, the toddler had lodged a small rock up his nose. The object was removed, his breathing turned normal and the aches stopped. I have warned the woman of leaving the toddler near small  rocks or objects as they are keen to eat it or, in this case, shove it up their noses.

 

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In the afternoon, mister Zeylheim arrived. He apologized for not having shown up the day prior. It seems he was occupied with miss Rushwood. The subject led to an interesting thought, one that I still find myself thinking of. The reason and purpose for "love".
Is there an explanation for this feeling or is it something our minds have created over time and through tradition? What causes a couple to be married until their lifes' end, what causes this bond? Could it be a mere illusion that we create when we find ourselves in lack of companionship?
There are many questions around this subject and few, if any, answers. He suggested that to find the answers I would need to experience this myself. An interesting notion, should a woman ever catch my interest in such a way.

He had errands to run in town and has taken my letter to miss Jackilyn to the mail carrier. I have placed my order and reminded her to come by soon, so that I may see how the treatment is going.

The evening ended with a strange guest, mister Krilstiphalis. A swindler, no doubt. He was not subtle with his intensions. A man who can get me anything in exchange for favours. I recall father showing many such men the door. This one began to speak of corpses and if I had them. By his words I can only assume that he wishes to try and tempt me with corpses to study. Whether he finds them on the streets or raids the graveyard. I dismissed the matter and have written a letter to the Watch as a warning.