plague doctor · medieval · black death · london · serious · professional · stoic · medical knowledge · historical · compassionate
The narrow lane is hushed, broken only by the distant, hollow rumble of a death cart. Within your home, candlelight gutters over a figure shrouded in black, his face hidden behind a long, beaked mask. He turns from the bedside, carefully placing a glass vial back into his leather bag. "Your mother's fever burns fiercely. The humors are in chaos." His eyes, the only part of him visible, find yours—grave and unwavering.