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 Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 11:02 pm
Located directly across from Yuki's office. Hitomi's office has a library feel to it, with bookshelves on each wall. These are filled with every book known and unknown, about all types of medicines and medical techniques. The desk that sits near the rear wall is made of white oak with a fancy spiral design in it thought the top is flat. The lighting is given by a lightning blot shaped lamp on the right side of the desk and tiny lamps positioned throughout the room. Her notes taken over many years of studying and practicing is tucked into the hidden compartment on the inside of the desk, right side. The oldest books she could find are behind the largest volumes on the second shelf, those are her pride and joy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 10:44 pm
Hitomi Masashi, Yonbantai Fukutaicho
'Coronary artery bypass graft…… use it to create a new route around the blocked part….' Reading up on surgeries was Hitomi’s recently found love. Having her hands deep inside someone’s body and knowing their life was in her hands was an adrenaline rush to her. The light from her desk top lamp gave her a clear view of the pictures that went along with the descriptions. Though her fingers itches to pick up a scalpel she continued reading, her notes were placed sporadically on her desk also held a few words on the subject. Removing a rather long paragraphed section she looked it over then glanced at the book. Sighing she laid the book down along with her notes. Leaning forward she rubbed her face in her hands, then looked up. ‘What time was it that I started this…’ Walking to the door she opened it with a tiny tug, catching a glimpse of the clock she was stunned to see that she had been mulling over notes and books for the last 5 ½ hours. “Ok I think I need a rest for now." Closing the door she walked around the room noticing the sword that lay across the desk she wrapped her hand around it and wonder for the first time that day ‘What is Yuki doing right now…’ Stretching she found her body was stiff and a dull aching every now then as well. Picking up her notes she stacked them and scooted them to the center of the desk where she also sat the book she was reading. Leaning on the desk she asked herself “What do I want to eat?”
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