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The fourth division is a vibrant and lovely section where many come for healing and health. The division has multiple buildings, most used as hospitals of some sort. The nearest building to the entrance is known as the Main Hospital and hosts the Emergency Department. The ED or ER Wing is on the lowest level, easy access to those that are injured. Majority of soldiers spend their time in the ER treating any sort of injuries other division soldiers come to.
The ER is meant for quick fixes and life saving treatment. Once stable, you will be transported to the Patient Wing for further treatment.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 1:18 pm
Queen Hera Kami
Captain of Squad 10
It was his own stupid fault the fool...Haru had warned the kid not to get cocky during the training session and he got himself drowned and put under immense pressurised water. Haru knew from personal experience that meant broken bones on top of the water filled lungs which Haru helped fix but his un-seated pupil needed actual medical treatment. One of the nurses spotted the captain walk into the wing carrying the drenched kid in his right hand and carrying the kid's zanpakuto in his left hand. "This young lad fell into some very deep water and put under a lot of pressure. I was able to resuscitate hi to get the water out of his lungs but his entire body which is a miracle for him. I am honestly shocked a rookie could survive that, I got him here as quickly as I could miss," he explained to the female nurse as clear as he could.
A couple more squad 4 members brought a stretcher and carried the lad away to be treated. "We will do everything we can to heal him Captain Saito, please be patient as this might take a while if it is as bad as you say it is." she responded politely. Haru joined his hands together and bowed to show his appreciation to the nurse. "Thank you, your squad have my utmost respect, always have," he said after bowing to the lady. "If I may say sir, your division and division 13 have the majority of injuries being combat squads," she stated. Haru noted that the nurse's composure was very elegant in a sense. Her body was straightened and not a single thread of her uniform was out of place. Haru had to respect the woman for keeping a calm and controlled demenior. He had to chuckle at her observation, "That is true but our squad has a better control on our temper and thirst for blood," he said as it was true. That was what set the two squads apart except for the pure power of each soul reaper under the control of the captain. Haru's men on the other hand feared their own power and had respect for their weapons as well as the enemies they faced. You would never see a member of division 10 fighting dirty and that is a reputation Captain Saito was proud to up-keep.
OOC: I a going out and wanted to post so we could begin asap, if you want to join in with this scene you can or let me know if you want to change it and I would be more than happy to delete this and make a new post.
Health: Fine Energy: Normal Zanpakuto: Sheathed Move used:
The onslaught of patients never seemed to fade, especially on a nice day like this. The day was practically perfect. Warm with the sun out, cool enough in the shadows, wind blowing lightly to cool off the sweaty men whom worked out on such days. Training exercises were beginning to pick back up now. Spring brought new recruits along with tones of injuries. Typically overexerted soldiers that wished to become stronger. Instead of training every day, they decided today was going to be the day to overexert themselves. Blame it on the exertion, Makato blamed it on the lack of exercise. That was none of his business.
The tall stature of a man walked through the emergency department, nursing flocking around him. A 6'4" extremely muscular man wore a sleeveless haori, the underside red. His body decorated with massive tattoo's, everywhere. From his neck down to his toes, he bore an inverted style tattoo of what looked to be two dragons, flowers, tribal etchings, ect. Black in tattered his body, his grey under toned tan skin peeked through the untatted sections, revealing the odd choice of tattoo style. No one had yet seen tattoo's like Makato's. Scars in the eyebrows, cheeks, and lips were noted as well on the man's face. He had sunken in, exhausted blood red eyes, demanding sleep. His expression was lax, however looked ever threatening.
Nurses flocked around him with papers, questions, demands. Makato himself attempted to take all information in slowly, not wishing to explode. His blood shot eyes darted between all of his soldiers, asking and demanding things out of him. A small sigh passed the mans lips as papers were shoved in his face. Grasping them softly, he read through them, just before more where handed. Eventually the nurses began to look like a swarm of sort. The tall man's bottom half seemed to disappear between all the soldiers. His face lax, unbothered. But how bothered he was. His eyes managed to leave the grasp of all these soldiers onto another Captain in the area. Makato's eyebrows furrowed, a Captain? His eyes followed the trail that the other Captain had been gazing at. One of his own.
Without glancing at the women before him, he handed off the papers that crumbled in his hands to whomever it touched. If no one was to take them, they fell to the ground, being stomped on. The nurses fummed, baffled to why their Captain wouldn't notice them. However Makato was focused on the soldier that had just entered. His steps were wide, closing the gap between him and the patient rather quickly. Hands dug into his pockets, revealing gloves. The gloves found themselves attacked to Makato quite quickly as his right hand placed against the soaking wet soldier. Makato's bright red eyes wafted over the image of the helpless soldier. "Nurse?" His voice was brassy and low, to the point it was practically eerie.[refrence here].
The nurse whom had spoken to Haru gave a bow and rushed off to assist her Captain. "Captain said the patient was drowned. Possible relation to pressure as well. The Captain stated he resuscitated the patient to 'get the water rout of his lungs'." The nurse referenced the own Captain's words, hesitantly glancing up to her own Captain. Makato took a sharp breath in and let a deep sigh out, of course someone not medically trained tried to heal someone. Makato grabbed for his stethoscope and assaulted the lungs, stridor. A nurse shouted out the other vitals for the Captain. "He's in shock." Makato stated. Nurses gathered around quickly to strip the patient of all his clothes, giving Makato the opertunity to glance upon fully what what happening. Lungs were beginning to colasp as fluid filled the air sacs around the lungs, multiple fractures due to the sheer force of pressure this water brought. The man was drowning from the inside out and Haru believed he helped. Wrong.
No time to waste, Moriko dropped the hospital's bed down to the point Makato could hover right over the patient. By the time the bed was lowered, the patient had what looked like tin foil wrapped all around his body. It was to keep the warmth inside the patient. With shock you have compensated and decompensated. Currently, the patient's body was blocking away all the pain, allowing him to safely get here without dying. But decompensated shock will come soon, if Makato doesn't fix this. deompensated shock is your body unable to protect itself, and slowly the suddenly, your body gives out. Reiatsu began to flow out of Makato's palm. It saturated around his hands for a moment, allowing Haru to see the color that it was. Deep, dark, red. Hovering over the man's chest, Makato took a breath in and slowly released his breath, the Reiatsu submerging into the body, soaking it up.
"Over here." Makato's thunder voice struck, wanting Haru to enter into his battlefield. A nurse walked toward the man, "Our Captain would like to speak to you." The polite women offered an extended hand and gestured to follow her. Haru would walk to the edge of the bed, gazing down at his soldier and Makato above him, eyes focused deeply at his palms. Makato's muscles were obvious in the bright lights that was the ER. His tattoos were even more obvious. Breathing in a slow manner, his eyes adverted for a split second to stare at the middle of Haru's chest, unwavering.... yet they didn't dare glance upwards. "What's t-the pa-patient's n-name?" Makato's voice staggered. Nervous? No..... this was something else. His voice held no hitch, no awkwardness..... this was simply him. His blood shot eyes dared etch up Haru's body, however glanced back down to the man's chest. "Is he allergic... t-t-to anything? Wh-what's his m-m-medic-cal his-tory?" Makato stammered, eyes closing for a moment, head moved to face the patient again. Damn his stuttering.
Haru continued to talk with the nurse as she explained the processes of healing his pupil. The work that this division did always intrigued him. The conversation was cut short when captain Takashi made an appearance. Haru had very few interactions with the man so he was not on friendly terms with him at this point. He could tell that the captain had a natural leader like presence about him as he walked over to the two. The nurse bowed as she was summoned to help her captain with the lad that Haru had brought in with him. Haru was worried if the presence of the captain meant that this injury was more serious than he originally thought. "You'll be ok now kid," Haru sighed as he watched Makato examine the kid. The next few words that came out of the captain's mouth made Haru's heart sink. "Shock!? This is really bad! What was I thinking letting get himself into that situation?" Haru's mind began to race to very dark areas. He would be completely upset if the lad were to die, he was so young and yet had so much potential. "Not again, not again, NOT AGAIN!" Haru thought o himself as flashbacks from that particular incident re-surfaced all of the sudden.
Haru's mental break down was interrupted by captain Takashi as he shouted at Haru. The man shock his head and rushed over to the bed. "How bad is he? Will be able to survive?" he asked without showing any signs of panic just as he was trained to do so under these kinds of situations. He watched as the captain got to work with saving the lad's life. His eyes widened slightly as the man used a red Kaido spell. He had a little time to reassure himself that the lad would be fine allowing Haru to gain his mental composure. He watched for a while before Makato turned around to look at Haru but not directly for some reason. Infact Haru could notice that his posture had shifted and his voice had become more shaky. "Umm Kaiden Himura. He is an un-seated officer of mine as you can see by the lack of armour plating," Haru explained to the captain as he continued to use the spell that kept humming and glowing. "He is not allergic to anything and he has a slight limp in his left leg due to a previous injury but that is about it," Haru said as he stroked his chin as he pictued the lad's application form. He made sure to remember as many details so he could better train his squad. Haru watched as the man turned back in an unusual manor.
Haru decided to shrug off the captains mannerisms and concentrated on his pupil. "So your the famous captain Takashi? I have heard some amazing stories about your work with medicine. The best healer soul society has ever seen. My boys come here often but I have never been able to talk to you. I must say it is an honour," Haru began to speak as a bit more happiness found its way back into his voice. Haru had not known a few captains as they usually keep to their barracks or they were shrouded in some kind of mystery. Captain Takashi being one of them as the man tended to stay within the hospital. Haru was more social and spent his times in the Rukogon in his dojo so even the locals knew him.
*exit's with Makato*
OOC: It's gunna totally be like alladdin and jasmine except one lanky healer and one buff sea king XD
Health: Fine Energy: Normal Zanpakuto: Sheathed Move used:
"How bad is he? will he be able to survive?" The other Captain spoke in a wanna be monitone voice. Makatos blood shot eyes glanced toward the buffed up Captain whom attempted to come off as stern and not at all panicked. However lying, hiding, and attempting to cover your emotions and words would not work on Makato. The only two things that were good about him was his ability to spot a lie, read people to be a little bit clearer, and heal. Fighting? Ha. He'd get his a** beat by a five year old. True story. However the art of understanding the human body and how it works, even down to posture, to the way you look at someone, he had down to perfection. Makato continued to heal the patient without any delay, healing from the inside out. Possible bleeding was stopped, the colasped lung began to regenerate. Once all the soft organs were finished, bones where next. Makatos eyes moved back to his patient, studying the body. ' as you can see by the lack of armour plating' Makatos face contorted in confusion. The patient was butt naked under this tin foil like blanket that was keeping him warm. Makato didn't give a rats a** about what the armor looked like either. It would be a different story if stabbed or shot, any blunt force or puncturing would have Makato looking at the armor. This? Pointless. Not to mention Makato hadn't fought a day in his life, no jokes there.
This healing kido was a painful process for the Captain for it involved revering his own reiatsu into his patient. This task could only be done a few times a day, and preferably with breaks in between to prevent death of the user. Healing was almost complete thankfully and it seemed the patient would make a full recover.
Done. The room began to fill with nurse once more as they took over the patient care. Makato relaxed his shoulders and let out a sigh, straightening his posture. As he raised himself upright, Haru began to speak once more.Makato wished to frown at the taller man as the Tenth Division Captain raved about Makato. Makato glanced down at his bloodied gloves and slid them off, walked his way over to wash his hands. Washing them, Haru still stood speaking about how he had admired Makato. Just what stories had this man heard? Makato couldnt understand why anyone would speak of him. He was just a healer, nothing much to it. Makato reached for a towel and glanced nervously at Haru. Why in the world was this man speaking to him?
Dammit. Makato had finished drying his hands and here stood Haru, intrigued by the tatted man whom didnt look like he fit in a healing setting. Makato was an introvert at the highest level. He kept to himself and it took quite some time to know the man. All of his nurses had spent many upon many of years attempting to know this man, yet all knew such little information about just who Makato was. All they gathered was he had a stutter, tattoos that looked rather funny, kept to himself, and tended to flinch when someone would make sudden moves. Thus the division began to adapt to the Captains ways, preventing stress to the man unknowingly. Makato glanced between the patient and the Captain. A nurse caught eyes with Makato and offered a small, encouraging smile and nudged with her hands to speak with the other Captain. Damn them. Makato took a sharp breath in and turned to face the other Captain, Haru. "He will live." Makato said in a rather blunt, bland, boring tone. Nice dude. Nice. Makato inadvertently wished to slap himself. Makato's eyes jetted all over the place besides the other Captain. Standing awkwardly, clasping his hands together, Makato exhaled a bit. "W-well...." His eyes motioned at the door he wished to escape this awkwardness with. Perhaps if he just began to slither his way..... Haru wouldnt notice.
Attempting to exclude himself from this whole situation, Makato began to take steps away from Haru, head down, unconfident.
The efforts Haru were trying to make in order to befriend the mysterious captain seemed to be failing as Makato kept shifting awkwardly and staying silent as he continued his treatment of the boy. Haru decided to lay off a bit to allow the captain to concentrate on the boy who was still groaning in agony. Haru's mind went back to a few hours ago when the kid was acting very cocky before the training exercise. "I got in to this squad straight off the bat and I have already learnt the name of my zanpakuto! I will be able to handle a few simple waves captain!" he beamed as he held his sheathed blade on his shoulder. Haru sighed as he listened to this kid's ignorance. The other squad members were rolling their eyes as well as this is what they have been putting up with for the past month. "Kid I brought you on because you showed promise but you have a very long way to go before you can be considered a full member of our squad. You need to prove to me you are worthy of the armour plates we wear. This is why you will receive the.....training armour plates for now. Plus i am not even convinced you are ready for this exercise as you have yet to impress me." Haru spoke sternly to the kid who was becoming a bit annoyed by the captain's un-yielding persona. "Please captain! Just let me give it a shot! You will not regret it I promise!" he pleaded as he joined his hands, begging to join the session. Haru sighed once more as his face dropped. This kid was never going to stop and in his defence it would not be fair to leave him out. "Fine you can try to prove yourself but be warned, the sea can be tamed by no man," he spoke as he stood up from his desk chair. The boy's eyes widened in delight and a huge grin formed across his face. "Thank you thank you thank you!" he said before bowing to his superior.
The memory faded leaving Haru back in the fourth division barracks. He looked down at the kid who's face was still pale and he felt a wave of guilt hit him. "I'm sorry I let you get yourself in that situation kid," he whispered quietly. He continued to watch for a while as Makato finished up. Haru nodded and smiled as Makato confirmed that the boy would live. "Thank you so much friend, you have my eternal thanks," he said as he bowed politely. Makato again seemed very shifty yet there was something else Haru noticed but he could not tell what it was. His attention was beckoned over by the nurse just to let him know what was going to happen next in the boy's recovery. He nodded and thanked her to. He turned around to see the captain was wandering off with his head down. A sight that made Haru's heart sink slightly, "Poor guy doesn't even know how much his work is appreciated," he thought to himself. Well weither he likes it or not I am going to bring him out of his shell!" Haru vowed to himself as he followed after Makato. Before Makato could reach the door, Haru used a flash step to get between the man and the door. "Look man I can see clearly that you are pretty sheltered here in this building and you have put up this huge barrier to keep everyone else from connecting with you," The captain spoke as he blocked ff the door on purpose. "But you have saved so many lives and I think its time you truly learnt what you have personally done to help others," Haru said before he took Makato by the arm and strode out of the building basically kidnapping the man. "Your captain will be on break for thirty minutes nurse," he shouted to the women before whisking their captain out of the building.
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Health: Fine Energy: Normal Zanpakuto: Sheathed Move used:
Before Makato was able to slither away back into the comfort of his own, Haru used shunpo and placed his body between the door and Makato. Startled, Makato seemed to freeze in his spot. His hands raised slightly, palms facing outwards as to protect himself in some possible way. He felt every muscle in his body tighten, contract. Somehow his skin demanded to seal its pores, sending a chill down Makato's spine. His pupils restricted, he sucked some air in creating a sharp breath. In matters of seconds, Makato was a frozen statue, shaken by the man's sudden outburst.
Sheltered? Makato wished he had enough confidence to scoff at the man. This was not a shelter, nor was Makato sheltered. He knew everyone here and preferred the company of those he knew, what was so wrong about that? His heart was racing as the man continued attempted to understand just what Makato was. This so called 'huge barrier to keep everyone else from connecting with you' was a valid one, extremely valid. However, Makato couldn't help but wish the man would shut up. Makato had grown close to many of his colleges, expecting to completely reveal everything about himself to someone he just met was irrational. It's like when you go on a date and they guy is all like 'wow, you're sure quite' duh, I don't know you. Just wait till I do, then I'll never shut up. Similiar thinking happening right now.
Makato was able to catch his breath, an expression of panic had set in his blood shot eyes as his body attempted to relax, he had begun to move his feet away, attempting to escape the closeness of Haru. Makato didn't care to know about how many lives he had saved, tis not why he became a doctor. He didn't like to gloat or be known as anything. Invisible is what he wanted to achieve along with healing, just about the only two things he's good at. Well, being invisible was a challenge when you're incredibly tall, dark skinned, tattooed up, bearing a mean mug, and instead of fighting, healing.
Escaping was a valid option for Makato, one he was attempting to do until Haru launched a hand and gripped at Makato's wrist. Panic immediately set in, sheer terror filled the man's eyes. In a fit of fearfulness, Makato tore away his hand with such ferocity that Haru could feel it to his shoulder. Makato took a massive step back and raised his hands up to protect himself, palms facing outwards as if to block. "D-don't! D-d-dont...touch..m-me." Makato's voice quivered for a moment as he seemed obviously flustered by the mans touch. But now he was embarrassed, beyond. Makato's eyes were wide as he glanced around the room, nurses with hands across their mouth, looks of concern as the room and the surroundings seemed to become silent. Makato's eyes shot down, hands gently lowering as he seemed to flush. Makato began to dart outside, embarrassed by the whole event.
