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 Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 2:40 pm
[ I'm just gonna assume that once the base is rebuilt that this will be in full effect. ]
Where I will be treating the injured to be prepped for surgery, giving diagnosis, hauling the dead away and studying all the intergalactic diseases that ail you. Come on down.
Fel stood over an empty bed where a patient once was but had died of a violent hemorrhaging in the Occipital Lobe of his brain. It merely rendered him sightless, but that also made him useless. He was terminated. Fel had a clipboard of his diagnostics and wrote a few things down for future use and records. He then looked over to see someone enter through the automatic sliding doors..
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 8:28 pm
Stitches traveled in, looking about the place with a grin. He glanced over at the other, and then held up notebook.
"Fehlen Sie etwas? Missing somezing?' he asked, tossing over the file.
"Ich made copies oft all ze previous notes und patient records, und copies oft zose copies, stored in mein Nowhere Mansion dimension, zu keep zem safe, ja? Ich can haben zem transported back here in nein time flat." he remarked casually, looking around. His eyes then landed on Fel, and they were not quite friendly. He frowned.
"Ich vould hope mein position as masterr surgeon vould nicht be revoked, ezen though nein oft ze people here seem zu vish fur mein services..." he remarked, looking around unhappily. The only thing that made him truly happy, other than his sister, was performing his work, and being given good challenges for his surgery.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:04 am
Fel caught the files as they were thrown to him and he gave Stitches a stern look. "Your job as head surgeon is not handling diagnostics, you take notes during surgery and record any abnormal happenings or mishaps with the patient. I do appreciate that you made copies, however.. I also wouldn't revoke your job, because I can't do everything here.. Since this a low-traffic area, I am able to take up many jobs. I also have a small question about your abilities as head surgeon.. It goes without saying you can repair flesh wounds- cuts, gashes, lacerations- even dismemberment. But, can you repair internal damage? It's not the usual old thread and needle you're used to." Fel cocked an eyebrow as he set the clipboard and dossier on the patient onto the now vacated bed, waiting for an answer.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:00 pm
Stitches' eye gave a twitch at the insult, at the question of his ability.
"Ich can make ein new human from scratch und make zem vork." he seethed at the other.
"Ich can easily repair any internal damage, such ein zing ist child's play zu von like meinself." he countered, crossing his arms.
"Und ift you do nicht mind, Ich do not rememberr you being ein medic fur zis facility in ze first place." he seethed back.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:20 pm
Fel shrugged and hung an I.V. drip bag on a patient whom was seemingly hungover on what might of been morphine as Stitches reprimanded him back. One could see the lumps under the blanket where the feet and legs would be were gone, sloping off just a little ways past the waist.. "634 years of medical prowess make me a top candidate for this establishment.. Not like it takes a lot of brains to do nothing since this place rarely gets any action. I don't exactly question your abilities as much as question your motives. I've seen your patchwork before.. Not exactly pleasing to the eye."
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:54 pm
Stitches opened his mouth to argue that, but then closed it quickly. Instead a questionable smile curled his stitched lips.
"Well, such ein thing ist tur, but ift zey had been cooperative, zen Ich vould nicht have done it. Besides, Ich can nicht help being curious, ja?" he shrugged his shoulders.
"Und ein nozer zing, fur being ein doctar zat does nicht charge, vell, you vould think zey might be grateful. Ich haben many more happy patients zan unhappy." he nodded in confidence, even though that was mostly because his ungrateful patients did not tend to live long.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:58 pm
Fel shrugged and flicked the bag to make sure it was dripping. He then turned and wrote some things down on this patient's diagnostics. "Well, you are from the Nightmare Mansion where moaning and groaning are signs of happiness. Then again, I'm a devil whom enjoys inflicting mass amounts of pain and anguish to innocents. However, I love studying the human body and its reactions more."
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 11:22 pm
Stitches tilted his head.
"Perrhaps." he smiled then, laughing off the tension.
"Zen ve are in agreement oft our goals, zen?" he grinned with a glint in his eye, moving over to look down at the patient curiously.
Stitches was a strange person, it was never certain as to whether your comments would upset or amuse him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:52 pm
Fel stopped writing abruptly at Stitches' words and slowly looked up at him with a sagacious look. He set the diagnostics into a slot at the foot of the patient's bed and crossed his arms before speaking to Stitches, "Are you suggesting that we 'experiment' with the patients here, or that our goals are to aid those whom are in need?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 1:46 pm
Stitches grinned.
"Do you mean zu say, zat it ist difficult fur you zu do both?" he asked, an amused expression on his face. Stitches, after all, was quite good at doing both, it was what he most commonly did.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:17 pm
"There seems to be a gap in generation here.. See, when I said 'experiment,' I meant as in the grisly experimentation you do with various body parts. Of course I can do both. In the humane sense. These people are needed on the field of battle- They aren't war prisoners. If they were, we wouldn't give two shits about their health." Fel sighed and inspected a bonesaw and a scalpel closely. He then grabbed at a rag to wipe off the smattering of blood on the blades.
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