Welcome to Gaia! ::

{That's ok, I've recently gotten a job in the mornings so I haven't been around either. But yay your back! /huggles/ missed you too.}

Sciurus took a big gulp of coffee, letting it burn down like a fine whisky and almost wishing he could add some in. "Well... Usually not often. Organs do rupture, but not normally with that much explosive quality. The patient was already a mess when I got to her; car accident. Impressed she made it to the table, actually." Normally the surgeon was covered in blood for different reasons. "Hm... We might have some cookies left. You want any if I can find them?" Voyager started rooting around in the cabinets.

{Meh.. Mostly yay. It's nearby & easy enough to do.
& wow, I really do need some coffee, I glanced at the job question while it was scrolling & all I got something along the lines of "Yay morning boob job?" emotion_facepalm Mamma mia.}

"Ok." Voyager claimed one half of the kitchen, leaving her the other in their cookie hunt. Sciurus took a big gulp of coffee, a bunch of thoughts going around in his head. At her question, his head tilted slightly, considering. "Possibly. Perhaps even all the stress from the physical trauma. I was not informed of any of the patients prior health issues, so if there was, I found out the hard way."

{xD I know, I keep meaning to pop in with occasional things he would be doing, as well as trying something with why the grunny is still around but I forget. Everyone is busy with the events/life too}

There was a clatter and the sound of yelling, particularly of the doctor's. Something small, furry, and white with teeth shot past Orrin suddenly. "GET BACK HERE YOU DEMENTED LITTLE CREATURE!" "Aw man, run little guy!" A disgruntled, bloody surgeon entered the office, brandishing a bloody cleaver. Anything he was about to yell at the van behind him vanished upon seeing his visitor. "Orrin? How are you friend?"

Sciurus stared at him confused at the sudden change in direction. After a nudge and mutter from Voyager, he put the cleaver down and spread his hands to look as harmless as possible. "Wait, wait I can explain! It's nothing at all, honest" The two-tone van peeked into the room with a chuckle."Pfffft. You're a bad host Doc. Meticulous like you are and we still can't keep ya from getting covered in stuff. Heya Orrin, how's in going?"

The surgeon sighed. He certainly would have made himself more appropriate if he knew he was going to have visitors. "My apologies for not being a better one... Or being presentable. How may I atone for it by assisting you?"

"Eh, sorry about that. We're like cheese, we get better with age." "I believe you mean wine, not cheese." Voyager glowered at the Medicus Interruptus before looking back at the zombie curiously. "Yeah? What would you know? I've never even seen ya touch wine... So what's up with the fashion trend? Cruisin' bars to pick up ladies?"

Sciurus glowered at Voyager. "I assure you, I am quite capable and quite familiar with the process of enjoying wine. I prefer to respect my liver as opposed to being an alcoholic, but I don't need you as a witness for verification." Voyager didn't look the least bit worried about the surgeon's temper. "I'm not saying you're an alcoholic, I ain't saying you're virgin at it either. I'm just sayin' there's more than one expression for it. Cheese ages, hell` there's even maggot cheese. Stop bein' so damn critical all the time."

The surgeon grumbled something under his breath, but all this arguing was rude in front of others. He turned his attention now to Orrin, studying the collar. "Will it not come off normally? How did you obtain this... accessory... in the first place?" Sciurus approached as requested; slowly, so as not to alarm anyone.

{Sorry for taking so long to reply. I hadn't forgotten but it was a mess preparing for the semester to start and I've been still working part time. /Misses everyone/}

"There is usually some type of clasp or clipping structure involved. Though I believe some older ones often had leather cinch closures like a belt." As Sciurus came closer, he studied the collar intently. "Yes, the construction seems simple enough. Be still for a moment please."

As the surgeon reached to begin removal, a thought struck him on Orrin's display of trust. The idea of giving someone unfamiliar, even a known psychopath like him, access to one's neck was brave. Strangulation probably wouldn't have any effect on a zombie, but what of a broken neck? Even in a simple, clean motion, Orrin probably still had faster reflexes and strength. And glancing at the cleaver on the counter, decapitation was a whole other concept to entertain. Sciurus' fingers twitched. While he did not act upon any murderous curiosities, the surgeon was still playing through several in his head as he worked.

"Are any of these friends organ donors? Perhaps I shall pay them a visit for you."