A quiet voice came from the hallway. “Phoebe? I’m just here to take a look at your wounds.”

All three of them watched Bluebell enter in. He asked Phoebe if she could walk, and when she nodded he took the mug and helped her up.

Image: Julia, Asmeret, and Bluebell all stand around Phoebe, who is looking back up at him. Bluebell is wearing his typical doctor’s coat and light blue jeans. More of the living room is visible, including a window, the bookcase, part of Asmeret’s childhood portrait, and the entrance to the main hallway. End description.

He led her into the room next to the kitchen, which she had discovered was Cat’s study. It was a room befitting a scholar. The floor was a darker wood than the rest of the house, and covered by an area rug in the middle. It was snug, with the number of desks and bookshelves making it appear smaller than it really was. Adorning the wall was Dr. Ivan Morevna’s Ph.D., along with Firebird-related art and souvenirs which remained on display after his death. Although Cat was often glued to his laptop, one of the desks was taken up by his dual-monitor setup and various used dishes.

“This will have to do,” Bluebell spoke to himself as he motioned for Phoebe to take a seat on the nearest desk. There were stacks of books on the floor near it and a leather bag sitting on its surface. She scooted up onto it the same way she did with the beds in doctors offices, and half expected a thin sheet of paper to crinkle under her.

Image: Phoebe sits on a desk in Cat’s study; Bluebell, in the foreground, looks back at her. They’re smiling at each-other. Phoebe’s blanket has fallen past her shoulders, revealing bloody bandages wrapped around her chest. Cat’s desk and a window are visible behind them. Along with the Ph.D., on the wall is a decorative plate with an image of the Firebird, a piece of striped cloth depicting Firebird feathers, a corkboard, and a metal wall hanging in the shape of a stylized Firebird. End description.

“This is all my fault,” she laughed dryly.

“Nobody died- hey, not even you. And siblings fight. You should hear the arguments my sister and I used to get into. Now, we should stitch this up.”

“So you are a doctor?” Her eyes fell onto the bag, which he pulled a curved needle and sutures out of.

Bluebell paused. “I went to med school. I’ve got a degree. Don’t worry, I can treat you just fine.”



Alright, the cover and the first three pages are up! We have angry birds, Phoebe being Phoebe, Bluebell dodging questions about his qualifications- it's good to be back.

I also wanted to say that, for now, Katabasis will be updating once a week on Saturdays, instead of twice a week on Sat and Wed. This is because I'm pretty busy this semester and some unexpected responsibilites have come up. Still, I'm excited to get things rolling!