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Report | 04/14/2013 6:50 am

"Oh? Nah, it's just something we call him when he was still under me. His prison number, actually."

- He laughs, walking straight on to the operating theater. -

"Hm. What did he teach, then? Anything special?"

- He laughs some more at his own joke. CR showing the class the Healing Touch would be quite a stupid feat to do. -

((No problem~ There's life beyond that screen, isn't there?))

Report | 04/14/2013 1:07 am

Kyuu Ishiyama

- First-aid to liver surgery? The hell was CR thinking? Derek slapped his forehead, unsure of whether to scold the unconscious man later or laugh at him. -
- Leading the detective into the hospital, he shot a quick wave at the receptionist, who was busy trying to find a doctor to take care of the incoming emergency. No matter, he could take his own student as a patient. -

"Emma! I'll be prepping for surgery, no need to look!"

- He turned back to the detective and grinned at his question. -

"Oh, it's just that I'd never expect CR to try teaching. How's he, anyway?"

Report | 04/13/2013 10:21 pm

Kyuu Ishiyama

- A man holding another in his arms... asking for the reception desk? Derek points to the lobby of the hospital, a look of concern on his face.

"Thataway. What happened?"

- He took one look at the man cradled up in his arms - mop-head, red jumper - Erhard? Concern turned into outright worry.

"W-What happened to him?!"

Report | 04/13/2013 9:34 pm

Kyuu Ishiyama

- Derek just finished the morning's procedure. He could use a break, what from working since 3 in the morning to now.
- He sees a silver car pull up right in front of the hospital, and the apparent smell of burnt tires quite strong in the air.

"Isn't that a police car? What's that doing here? Did someone get hurt?"

((Ello~ I'm the person playing CR's mentor, nice to meet you!))

Report | 04/13/2013 9:25 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

"O-Okay."

*Welp. So much for it, the adrenaline was already wearing off. Maybe teaching as a career would have to wait... This was getting a little..... dark... cold... tired....*
*Unknowingly he let his eyes close, the hospital was right there - he could smell that distinctive scent of gel and anaesthesia anywhere.... Derek probably was on his shift... *
*His body fell limp as his last conscious thought brought Rose to his mind again.*

((Captcha hates Erhard - kill him already. Now.... On to the next~!))

Report | 04/13/2013 1:06 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

*Conscious again? Oh, he must have went catatonic at some point. But then--*

"U-Um... Sorry you had to hear that... if I said anything earlier... I think it's just the lack of blood to my brain, sir."

*Hospital? Oh yeah, he was being taken there. The adrenaline was probably going to see him all the way through. He rubbed his eyes just in case.*

"S-Speaking of which.... I wonder what I said...."

Report | 04/13/2013 12:10 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

*His eyelids drop all the way down... Looks like even the frosted-up muscles were going to melt away into blood in time.....*
*Someone slapped him across the cheek. Wait. He couldn't faint now.*
*Summoning his last burst of adrenaline he did a quick survey of his surroundings - a car, the cop holding onto him, the sound of rubber being burnt, presumably because said car was speeding down the road to the hospital.*
*That's right! If he fainted now the first people who would get hurt by Rose would be the very same people trying to send him to the hospital. And he most certainly did not want yet another stain on his already shoddy record!*
*He keeps silent, forcing his eyes to stay open, doing his best to ignore the fact that he was probably about half bag-of-slosh now.*

((Captcha says it's end of story. Sadist captcha... ))

Report | 04/13/2013 10:32 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"Rose... Rose?"

*Briefly his state of mind returned, as he brought up the image of his sister before him. That sweet little thing.*

"S-She's my sister. Rosalia was my sister. Rosalia killed all the students. Rosalia was the pandemic......"

*He shuddered. His eyes were starting to close... and fast.*

Report | 04/13/2013 8:27 am

Storylab Sonicflight

*Vaguely he sees the scene shift - from outside to the interior of... a vehicle? Was it an ambulance? Did they get a doctor after all?*
*Someone shifted his position - his legs flop down at the lack of support, and he finds himself being pulled closer to warmth - if he could feel it, maybe. He cuddled closer - his hands were colder than they were when he was back in the fridge now. The blood pooling around in his torso was probably enough to last a few operations.*

"Sentence of a hundred and twenty five for life... life spilled everywhere on the school grounds... "

*His head drops at the last sentence as he struggles to keep himself awake, concentrate on something - anything - Rose.*

"..... rose. Rose. Roooose...."

((Captcha says it's keyboard cat. What.))

Report | 04/13/2013 7:14 am

Storylab Sonicflight

"The fact that the injured is talking is a sign that the injured is still conscious... the injured is to be kept conscious at all costs in the event of brain or heart failure... speech is a good gauge as to the injured's vital signs... the hospital is a beach... I hear the waves everywhere... I forgot the antiserum.... Antiserum tastes strange after a cold... It's cold... It's cold...."

*He huddles closer together, trying to warm himself. Whatever he was going to do for the lesson report later dissolved into a mix of audible thoughts - both to him and the homicide detective holding him.*

"It's cold.... I'm in the fridge again... Another twenty-three operations until the end of the sentence..."

((Yeah. Until next time, captcha, yeah....))

Report | 04/13/2013 6:08 am

Storylab Sonicflight

*He laughed to himself at that. Derek? Teach him how to operate on himself? Derek would scream at him first!*

"N-Nope... That I practiced myself during my time in the fridge. Hm...."

*He tried wriggling around - nope, his grip was quite strong... He felt strange... like he'd just drunk a lot of water... Oh! The hemostatic agent! He'd forgotten!*

"H-H-Hospital, right? U-Um... Hm. Don't rush... Your heart rate increases when you rush... increased blood pressure is a cause of stroke... treating Kyriaki requires antiserum... stroke may be related to the onset of heart attacks..."

*He rambled on, not knowing what he was saying himself - or what happened to the lesson, for that matter.*

((XD Captcha trying to make up for its stalking by telling me to dance.))

Report | 04/13/2013 12:42 am

Storylab Sonicflight

*Oh, right. There was someone still in earshot, he was probably still audible over the commotion. Hm.*

"D-Derek... Yeah. He taught me that. Quite the good doctor, r-really."

*His response fell short as the cop suddenly swung him upwards, like someone cradling a child. Child, huh. More irony - but he was already twenty-six, he could walk on his own - just like the useless cleric he is.*

"I-I can w-walk, you know!"

((Noooo Captcha I'm not going to be your friend you meat-hating stalker >8( ))

Report | 04/12/2013 11:54 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

"H-Hospital? H-How ironic... If Dr. Stiles were to see me like this..."

*He struggles to keep awake, trying hard not to mind that once again he was the one that needed help. Gabe would most certainly have a field day with this 'lesson on administering first-aid to the teacher'. But hey. It was going well, so far. The students were a little slow, but they caught up well in times of emergency - good. Their training as members of the police force did them well. Maybe they'll get a rather good grade when he got started on the day's report.*

((I think captcha's on to us. It's saying good afternoon to me. OwO;; ))

Report | 04/12/2013 11:07 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

*He felt someone grab him - that shot his eyes back open and his mind back into consciousness.*

"Nnnn--? W-What happened? Oh... right... B-Back to the lesson... "

*He notices Tyrone supporting him, and gently pushes his hands away.*

"U-Um..... Thank you."

*Then he notices his expression.*

"U-Uh oh... Um.. I'm sorry... I'm not a very good teacher. I'm more u-useful in the operating theatre, I think..."

((I think captcha got hacked by some sort of anti-meat eater person. It's telling me that carrots are healthier than fish.))

Report | 04/12/2013 10:18 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

*He stares at the exposed insides, yes - the parasites had gone straight for his liver, and were more than happy at their job: opening up a new cut on the surface each time anyone took a blink. Normal doctors would probably have fainted at this and sent him to the morgue instead of the infirmary.*

"Alright. Looks like they're ready now."

*In those few seconds another five lacerations had opened up on the liver. Looking up, he saw everyone's faces, all fixated on the screen - oh hey, what do you know. They were good students. All attentive and listening. Maybe... Maybe he could think of taking teaching as a career sometime, when not in uniform?*
*Back to the parasites. Concentrating hard while ignoring the obvious pain from having so many little knives jabbing away at him, he traces out a pentagram - and feels the seconds tick away a lot slower. Good, the trick he'd picked up back during his residency still works. With his needle he attacked the Kyriaki, slowed down considerably thanks to the Touch - and sewed up all of the lacerations in an instant. Switch to the laser - incinerated all the remaining parasites. Done.*
*He sighs as he rounds it up with a stitch to the initial cut, gel, pain, bandage.... And pull his jumper down, the conference room is cold.*

"Operation complete. Y-You guys enjoyed that? That's how my m-mentor treated things like this----"

*His voice trails off as the pain finally makes itself known to his stubborn mind. Erhard flops down on the table, dropping his instruments.*

((XD And now captcha is saying I'm a vegetarian. Oh you, captcha. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.

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Report | 04/12/2013 8:50 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

"Do to you? Oh, no. Not you."

*He thinks for a while.*

"Kyriaki commonly infects the liver."

*He jams the syringe right up his own arm.*

"U-Uh... Kyriaki infection manifests within a general time frame of fifteen to twenty seconds... In which all present parasites will migrate towards the preferred host organ - in this case, the liver."

*He ties his sweater up just under his arms, taps out twenty seconds with his finger, and just as he feels the first slices of pain in his torso he grabs his scalpel and cuts himself open. And he promptly forgets that he, too, requires anesthesia... Too late, though.*

"Be-Beginning the o-operation. This s-strain produces l-lacerations on the infected organ, much faster than what a normal person c-c-can usually treat. If you would all just turn your eyes to the sc-screen, I can show you how we treat t-these sort of s-super para-s-sites."

((Eyup. On the other side of the world and everything. And also captcha: I like turtles, yes.))

Report | 04/12/2013 7:25 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

"O-Oh. Right. Anesthesia. I... I guess I forgot... Humans do not have an absurd amount of pain tolerance..."

*He taps his cross on the bandage twice, then proceeds to remove it. Underneath the wrapping the stitched-up gash was already healed, the scar tissue only visible by the nylon string holding it together. He snipped it all off, then brushed the pieces of string away and pulled out a little syringe, the parasites swimming around within clearly visible against the yellowish solution.*

"You can go back now, your arm's back to the way it was before. I-I can't use you for the trick. It's a little too dangerous, wouldn't want you to get infected or anything, ahahaha...."

((Morning~))

Report | 04/12/2013 7:06 pm

Storylab Sonicflight

*He finishes patching up the arm and smiles slightly at Tyrone.*

"D-Did that hurt much? You don't look so well... Hm. What say I pull off a little magic trick?"

Report | 04/12/2013 6:25 pm

Astro Argentine

*He tipped his hat once more, smiling*
"Same to you, sir."

Report | 04/12/2013 4:19 pm

Astro Argentine

*He smiles apologetically, still tapping his foot*
"That'd be appreciated, though I'm afraid we're not allowed to do that. Policy, y'know."
*He tips his hat in Tyrone's direction, bowing slightly*
"Sorry for chattin' your ear off. I better let you get where you're goin'."

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