Blues Green never showed a large amount of interest in individual patients; they had always considered their role as an 'aid worker' to be healing in a less direct fashion, through supporting the medics. Thus, it took a significant amount of time before they learned about Nica while they paid visit to Ogden's Reach. As Blues Green read Nica's public report, a thousand discordant thoughts flew through their mind, and gradually, it began to focus on a few of them.
Believing that this should be delicately approached, Blues Green paid another Godsman to deliver a letter 'for the eyes of Nica Brianna Kelter only'. It was contained in a ludicrously ornate envelope displaying a whirlpool of many colors, with the symbol of the Believers of the Source prominently displayed in front. If pressured, the courier would reveal that the letter is from a 'Godsman slaad, who seemed to be really serious and whatnot'.
On opening, the letter emitted the pleasant smell of melted chocolate. Why, is anyone's guess. The following was written with no small amount of calligraphy on display;
Salutations!
I, the writer, am a volunteer who has frequently aided the medics of Sigil. It has recently come to my attention that the medics attendant to you have disgracefully failed to bring you back into fighting shape. While I am appalled, I also bear some responsibility, as I have paid too little attention to the goings on of the Weary Spirit Infirmary of late. It is my hope that you will allow me to remedy this.
Before anything else, I would like to caution you; the building you occupy has been the target of a wave of Anarchist attacks that is ongoing. I have no doubt that the Anarchists still pay attention to the infirmary; and furthermore, it would benefit their goals to convince a ranking soldier of Sigil to stay off of the battlefield and be contained to the hospital when they next attempt to burn it to the ground. A healthy dose of skepticism towards your diagnoses would be appropriate, I think.
As you are not healed already, I presume the following; advanced healing magics are not an option for you, and mundane healing cannot address your wounds in a timely manner. I would like to offer you another option. I am a being who, simply put, has had their head 'pop' open in an explosion once before, only to grow back in short order. This is a biological process which, as an alchemist, I believe your body could be made to adopt on at least a temporary basis. Whatever the nature of your injury may be, this should cure it in short order.
Finally, if you have not realized this already, I am a Slaad. No doubt you are concerned about my motives, with regards to my predilection towards chaos. This is not unfounded, as writing this letter as coherently as I have has taken a concert-ed effort. Concerts, like the kind of thing one would hear a 'harmony' in. See what I did there? To this matter, I will tell you that I am a loyal factioneer, and however many complications our factions may have had in the past, I recognize that we both have common enemies in Red Sigil and the Anarchists. These pose an existential threat that must take priority, and so I am focusing my efforts appropriately. If you review Mercykiller information on the recent attack on the Infirmary, you may find that I have proven this loyalty in very clear ways.
If you are willing to take the option I offer, then send word to the Great Forge and I will make the arrangements. If not, I will still look to make myself present to defend the Infirmary again as necessary.
- Blues Green