She's a terminal patient spirituality counselor, someone who walks with doctors to terminal patients and makes them aware of their upcoming mortality event. Explains to their families what to explain and makes the experience tolerable and humane and comfortable.
She is beloved, lives in a diverse big city, food carts and people and birds carrying her, and it's a wonderful world. Play begins in her final days of divinity school, her being interviewed by the new hospital staff. They talk about her internship with them previously. ON the sides of the stage a man with an ax on his head sings songs about how great it is.
We hear from the hospital staff and patients how great she is. As the patients pass on, they gather in the singing stands and start singing.
The hospital makes a mistake. They send a non-terminal patient for a conversation with her. The patient dies. A doctor finds it suspicious. Nothing. Then a couple more mistakes happen, and they start an investigation. They don't find her culpable, but they suspend her. It appears that her telling people they're going to die actually kills them. Her words are what does the killing.
She falls into deep deep depression. She goes all white, the world turns colorless, and joyless. Everyone has energy sucked out of them, the world around her, everyone is falling down. Her hair is flayed her clothes dirty and unkempt. The singers, the people she helped die, or killed, tell her it'll be fine. Or go against her. Maybe they form groups. Gotta explore that more.
She tries killing herself. With her own words. She looks at the mirror. She tells herself she'll die. No effect. She is taken to the hospital for passing out. She eventually recovers.
They find a bunch of people from accidents in the hospital. Suffering from intense pain, and there's nothing anybody can do for them. No medications have any effect. In the side we see their pains, a couple of devil-looking monster pricking them with tridents, poking, that's how they feel. And their limbs being pulled apart, them shocking. The scene should stick in the minds of the audience.
Eventually she recovers. The hospital re-hired her. They put her in the ward where she can put patients in terminal care, and patients with optional 'death choice', people who have had enough pain. No medications, no shock, noo syringes, all they need is comforting and kind words from a nice person, and they leave this world. She finds joy in this world again. We end with all those that have been helped by her singing her praise.
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