Mildred Paine
Ward nurse
- Age
- 58
- From
- Worcester
- Lives
- Front Street Tenements
- Now
- In Arkham
Before Arkham's business
Born in Worcester in 1868, an only child. She lost a brother at the Marne. Has worked as a ward nurse for 23 years, and knows wounds, and who's lying about them.
Nervous, blunt and open-minded, with a sardonic wit. She talks to everyone, including dogs. She would really rather not, thank you. She refuses to carry a weapon.
Afraid of
cemeteries · heights
Believes
You look after your own, and your own is whoever's in front of you.
From the journal
Tired. Tea. Bed early. No change in the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place since on Wednesday. The baseline is stubborn.
Altered my schedule so as not to pass Warehouse No. 7 — the Stair Below. I see no sense in unnecessary exposure. The progression of the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place since on Wednesday exceeds my initial estimates. The mind under prolonged stress will fabricate patterns. That is basic neurology.
I am not going back to Warehouse No. 7 — the Stair Below. I have decided.
A patient's symptoms today reminded me, uncomfortably, of Warehouse No. 7 — the Stair Below. Consulted what I wrote yesterday concerning the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place. The entry requires no revision. Carbon monoxide, eyestrain, exhaustion. I must exhaust the mundaneetiologies first.
Read the Gazette in bed, which I have been told not to do. Page three: "Rare Books Room Incident Linked to Blakemore House Affair". They have it half right. A recurrent intrusion: the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place. I timed the interval between episodes this afternoon.
Eleanor described something I would ordinarily attribute to strain. I find I cannot. It was about the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place. Fatigue, suggestion and poor light account for most such reports. I have all three.