MALAISE

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sahika mishra


malaise, sahi


human


sixty-four


november 29th


kolkata, india


female


female

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sahika regrets the night her son arrives at her door bloody, one hand pressed down on a stab wound and the other clutching a makeshift mask. from her son she hears the same words she hears from vigilantes she treats now: i didn’t see him, i didn’t see him in breathy, choked sobs. her son was always quick to tears.

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then, sahika didn’t have a back-alley clinic with enough black market medical supplies to staff a small hospital but she had a clean kitchen counter, a first aid kit and 40 years of experience as a doctor. it’s barely enough to help her son; she has to improvise as her daughter-in-law’s panicked voice floods the answering machine not too far away from her makeshift operating theatre. not long after she’s done sahika gives her son an ultimatum: join initiative, drop his vigilante death wish or simply never speak to her again.

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her son doesn’t contact her for the next nine months. sahi appreciates that he had the integrity not to lie to her. he was stronger than her emotional blackmail gave him credit. it’s her daugher-in-law who breaches the absence when there’s another message on the answering machine. it stated that at 4:34 am, sahika’s son was left incapacitated in a rogue psionic attack. he still hasn’t regained consciousness to this day.

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it’s that regret that fuels malaise, vigilante surgeon, but not guilt. her son made his own choices. she makes hers.

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sahika has had extensive training and years of experience in the medical field. her past 30 years have been spent in kingsport as a trauma and emergency surgeon and she has come out of a brief seven month retirement to staff a back-alley clinic for vigilantes.



sahika wonders if there are still pellet marks in the wall of the clinic she first rented, money under the table, following a ‘scupper’ with an unruly patient. by necessity, sahika has familiarised herself firearms.