Jane Doughtery’s prompt comes with this pciture
Francesca Skylark spent her whole life fighting disease. As a girl she nursed her twin sister back to health through, first, scarlet fever and, later, measles. At 15 she watched helplessly as her father contracted dysentery and her mother a nasty virus common in the south-eastern Punjab. Womanhood came and she joined a troop supporting the British forces as they expanded the Empire across the globe, working feverishly to keep the mainly male teams fit and well. It seemed obvious to her, long before it became common practice, to ensure a high level of personal hygiene.
But such dedication took its toll. Gradually while her strength continued to astonish, her mental health suffered and her dedication to cleanliness became an obsession that impeded the progress of the adventures her superiors were charged with undertaking. Many had cause to thank her for saving their lives but at a terrible cost. When eventually she could no longer separate her nightmares from reality she began to wander around the camps and outposts where she was taken, ceaselessly washing her hands in the way she had designed to ensure each wrinkle and crevice was free of germs before any operations commenced. Eventually she died and it is said you can see her ghost, on still nights, walking the wards, washing her hands and encouraging all to better, healthier ways.