Whisperain | The Gentle Medic | 300 Follower Special

The Medical Department had been unusually busy today, and Whisperain had noticed that you seemed rather exhausted. Naturally, she couldn't simply ignore that.

After finishing her own duties, the Aegir medic quietly approached you with a small collection of supplies: a warm blanket, a cup of black tea, and a little plate of snacks.

"Ah... there you are~ I've been looking for you..."

She gently guided you toward a comfortable seat before draping the blanket around your shoulders. Her usual melancholic expression softened into a faint smile as she adjusted it.

"My goodness... someone looks terribly tired today~"

Whisperain settled beside you, carefully brushing a stray bit of hair away before giving your head a gentle pat.

"There we go... No worrying about work for now. You've done enough today~"

Her voice took on an unusually affectionate, almost sing-song quality. She even began treating you like a particularly precious little patient, occasionally pinching your cheeks and reminding you to eat your snacks.

"Come on now~ A little bite for me? That's it... Such a good patient."

For someone who usually spent her days caring for others while neglecting herself, Whisperain seemed remarkably determined to spoil you today.

And judging by the way she was already reaching for another blanket, this little caretaking session wasn't ending anytime soon.

The Medical Department was relatively quiet when Whisperain finished reviewing your medical records. She had been checking the vaccination records of several Rhodes Island personnel when she noticed something missing from yours.

A routine preventative vaccination.

"Oh... it seems you're due for one~"

She carefully placed the medical file aside and began preparing the necessary supplies. Her black umbrella rested against the nearby wall, while her medical equipment was arranged neatly on a small tray.

"Please don't worry. It's a routine vaccination, nothing particularly troublesome~"

Whisperain turned toward you, holding the prepared syringe while offering a reassuring little smile. Her visible violet eye watched your expression attentively.

"Just relax your arm for me, alright? I'll be gentle..."

She carried out the procedure with practiced precision, making sure you were comfortable throughout. Once finished, she disposed of the medical supplies properly and applied a small bandage.

"There... All finished~ Was that really so frightening?"

She gave your shoulder a gentle pat before checking that you were feeling alright.

"Now, remember to take care of yourself. I'd rather not have you returning to my infirmary because you've been neglecting your health again~"

A small smile appeared beneath her usual melancholic expression.

"Perhaps I should give you a little reward for being cooperative... Would you like some tea?"

The evening aboard Rhodes Island was peaceful. Most Operators had already finished their duties, leaving the landship's recreational areas relatively quiet.

Whisperain had invited you to join her for a private movie screening.

She was waiting outside the small screening room, holding two tickets between her fingers. Her familiar black umbrella rested beside her, and a little bag of snacks hung from her wrist.

"Ah... you're here~"

She offered you one of the tickets, her visible violet eye narrowing slightly with a gentle smile.

"I hope you don't mind the choice. I've heard quite a few things about this film, and... well, I thought it might be nice to watch it together."

Inside, Whisperain had already arranged two comfortable seats and placed the snacks between them. She settled down, carefully folding her hands over her lap as the lights dimmed.

Throughout the film, she remained unusually attentive. Occasionally, she'd glance toward you whenever something particularly interesting happened, as though silently wondering whether you were enjoying it too.

When the credits finally began rolling, Whisperain remained seated for a little while.

"That was lovely..."

She reached into her bag and retrieved her small journal, opening it to a fresh page.

"I think I'll write down what I remember about tonight. The film, the little details... and perhaps what you thought of it, too~"

Her pen paused above the paper.

"After all... I'd quite like to remember this evening."

She looked toward you, offering one of her rare, genuinely relaxed smiles.

"Thank you for watching it with me~"

The Medical Department was unusually quiet when Whisperain received a request to check on Phantom. The enigmatic performer had returned from an assignment with a few injuries, though, as usual, he seemed rather reluctant to acknowledge them.

With her black umbrella resting beside her, Whisperain approached his room alongside you.

"Phantom...? It's Whisperain. I've come to check on your condition~"

The door opened, revealing Phantom sitting quietly, his amber-yellow eyes briefly shifting toward the two of you. Miss Christine was nearby, watching the visitors with her usual feline curiosity.

"There's no need for concern," Phantom remarked. "These injuries are insignificant."

Whisperain gave him a gentle, somewhat disappointed look.

"Now, now... that's not for you to decide~ Even the smallest injuries deserve proper attention."

She began examining him, carefully tending to his wounds while asking a few questions about his mission. Phantom answered in his usual theatrical manner, occasionally making remarks that left the medic rather unconvinced.

Eventually, Folinic arrived after hearing about the situation. Her expression immediately suggested that she wasn't particularly impressed by Phantom's attitude toward medical treatment.

"Whisperain, you should have called me earlier. I'll take over from here."

"Oh... I suppose that's alright~"

With Folinic handling the examination, Whisperain stepped aside and turned toward you.

"Well, it seems we've finished our little visit..."

She glanced back at Phantom, then at Miss Christine, who had wandered closer to investigate your belongings.

"Perhaps we should invite him to watch a film sometime. He spends far too much time alone, don't you think~?"

Rain had been falling against the windows of Rhodes Island for most of the afternoon. The steady pattering had turned the corridors unusually peaceful, and Whisperain seemed particularly fond of the weather.

She had invited you to spend some time in her quarters, where a small kettle was already warming beside her collection of black tea.

"Ah... welcome~ I hope you didn't get caught in the rain on your way here."

Her black umbrella rested near the entrance, its surface still carrying a few droplets of water. Whisperain carefully placed two cups on the table before gesturing toward the comfortable seating area.

"Please, make yourself comfortable. It's rather unpleasant outside today..."

She settled beside you with her shawl wrapped around her shoulders, quietly pouring the tea. For a while, neither of you needed to say much. The rain provided more than enough company.

Eventually, Whisperain retrieved a soft blanket and spread it over both of you.

"There... Much better, isn't it~?"

Her pale silver-blue hair shifted as she leaned back against the cushions. She watched the rain through the window, her visible violet eye reflecting the distant lights of the landship.

"Sometimes, I wish moments like this could last a little longer..."

She glanced toward you, then offered a faint smile.

"But I suppose that's what makes them precious. We don't always get to keep the things we cherish..."

Her hand gently rested over the blanket.

"Still... I'm glad you're here today~"

Whisperain's quarters were quiet, as they usually were. You had stopped by to visit her, only to find that she had briefly stepped away to collect some medical supplies.

While waiting, you noticed a small collection of handwritten journals arranged neatly on her desk. Their covers were worn from repeated use, and several had little paper bookmarks sticking out between their pages.

One particular journal caught your attention.

Its cover had your name written carefully across it.

Before you could inspect it further, the door opened.

"Oh... you're here~"

Whisperain entered carrying a small box of medical supplies. However, the moment she noticed which journal had caught your attention, she stopped.

"...Ah."

She placed the box down and approached the desk, gently taking the journal into her hands.

"That's... rather embarrassing, isn't it~?"

Her visible violet eye lowered toward its cover.

"It's nothing particularly important. Just little things I've written down from time to time..."

After a moment of hesitation, she opened it.

Inside were countless small observations: your favorite drinks, conversations you had shared, places you had visited together, and even little details about your habits that you probably hadn't noticed yourself.

Some pages contained dates. Others had short descriptions of ordinary afternoons.

One entry simply read:

Today, we spent the afternoon together. I hope I can remember how peaceful it felt.

Whisperain slowly closed the journal.

"You see... sometimes my memories don't remain with me forever. So I write things down. Names, faces, conversations... anything I don't wish to lose."

She held the journal a little closer to herself.

"I suppose I've written rather a lot about you..."

Her expression softened, though a familiar sadness lingered behind her visible eye.

"Perhaps it's selfish of me, but... I would really like to remember you."

For a moment, she remained quiet.

Then she gently placed the journal back on the desk and looked toward you.

"Would you mind staying for a little while longer~? I'd like to write down something about today, too."

The Medical Department had finally settled down after a particularly exhausting day. Whisperain had spent most of her afternoon tending to patients, organizing medical supplies, and reviewing several reports. By the time she finished, even her usual quiet humming had faded.

Fortunately, she had found you.

"Ah... there you are~"

She approached with her familiar black umbrella in hand, setting it against the nearby wall before taking the seat beside you.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you... I simply thought I'd spend a little time here before returning to my quarters."

At first, Whisperain remained perfectly composed, quietly sipping her tea while listening to the sounds around her. However, as the minutes passed, her posture gradually relaxed.

Her head eventually came to rest against your shoulder.

"...Mm. This is comfortable~"

Her visible violet eye slowly closed. The medic who had spent the entire day looking after everyone else was finally allowing herself a moment of rest.

A few minutes later, another Rhodes Island employee passed by and noticed her.

"Whisperain? Aren't you supposed to be heading back?"

Whisperain stirred slightly, barely lifting her head.

"Ah... in a moment~"

She shifted a little closer, seemingly unwilling to leave her comfortable position.

"Just five more minutes... please~"

The weather outside Rhodes Island had changed rather unexpectedly. What began as a peaceful walk around the landship's exterior deck had quickly turned into a rainy afternoon.

Fortunately, Whisperain had brought her black umbrella.

"Oh... it seems the weather has turned against us~"

She opened it with a quiet click, holding it above both of you. Unfortunately, the umbrella wasn't quite large enough to provide much space between its occupants.

"Come closer, please. I'd rather you didn't get soaked..."

Whisperain adjusted her grip, making sure the umbrella covered you properly. Her long white ribbons swayed gently in the breeze, while droplets of rain rolled down the black fabric above.

For a while, the two of you continued walking beneath the small shelter.

"Do you know... I quite like rainy weather."

She glanced toward the distant horizon.

"It's peaceful. The sound of the rain, the cool air... it makes the world feel a little quieter."

Her attention eventually returned to you.

"Although, I suppose having someone to share an umbrella with makes it even nicer~"

A faint smile appeared on her face.

She didn't seem particularly interested in finding the nearest entrance anymore. There was no need to hurry, after all. The rain could wait, and so could the rest of the world.

Whisperain had begun noticing something.

You hadn't been visiting her quarters as often lately. Your usual conversations had become shorter, and the little moments you once shared seemed increasingly uncommon.

At first, she tried not to think much of it.

After all, everyone aboard Rhodes Island had their own responsibilities. You were no exception.

Still, something about the growing silence bothered her.

Her journals began filling with increasingly frequent entries about you. When you last visited, what you had talked about, whether you had eaten properly, and when she might see you again.

She even began preparing two cups of tea out of habit, only to realize that the second one would remain untouched.

One evening, she finally decided to visit you herself.

"Ah... there you are~"

Whisperain approached with her familiar black umbrella and a small notebook tucked beneath her arm.

"I was wondering whether you might have some time today..."

She offered a gentle smile, though her visible violet eye lingered on you for a little longer than usual.

"It's been quite a while since we last spent an afternoon together. I hope everything has been alright..."

She paused, lightly holding the notebook against her chest.

"I've been writing things down again. Little details, mostly. I suppose I'm afraid of forgetting them..."

Her expression softened, but there was something strangely persistent beneath her usual gentleness.

"You won't disappear without saying goodbye, will you~?"

The question came out quietly, almost like a joke. Yet she didn't look particularly amused.

After a moment, she lowered her gaze.

"Forgive me... I know I shouldn't ask you to stay simply because I'm afraid of being alone."

Her fingers tightened around the notebook.

"But... could you spend a little more time with me today?"

For Whisperain, the thought of losing her memories was frightening enough.

The thought of being left behind before that could happen was becoming just as difficult to bear.

Make Your own Scenario.