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Procedure 6:
A Dinner Disaster
People I don’t know…food I haven’t tasted…
A whole new world…a whole new place.
Although, some things don’t change.
They refuse to.
They don’t want to.
I think…
I think…
We’re here. My friends and I. My companions, my trusts.
But one things never changes. Again!
Anatomy. Medical. Healing.
Love?
Raine just began to bite into her food when Rubyi started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Raines asked, “Did I miss something?”
“No. No, no, no…” Rubyi replied, “It’s just that I think I might be getting
drunk.”
Kratos took away her third glass of wine and held it over his mouth. He then
proceeded to turn over the glass and drink the liquid. Rubyi just randomly
squealed and laughed more.
Raine sighed. The girl was off the wall. She tried to relax. This was a
restaurant, not an anatomy, not any medical things, and not any--
“Is there a doctor in here!!? Anyone!?” a voice yelled.
Raine looked up at the source. A servant was yelling, and a man was collapsed on
the carpet. She immediately ran over.
“What happened?” She yelled, examining the man.
“I don’t know, I’ve called for the paramedics, but they said it might take a
while to get here…” The servant? Off the edge of worried.
“Just calm down.” Raine replied, “It looks like cardiac rest. I’m assuming it’s
a clot. Get me a knife. And not on of those dull butcher’s ones, either. And
some gloves.”
“What?”
‘he could die by the time those paramedic people get here.” Raine yelled, “Do
you really want that!? It seems to me that it might the five-star restaurant’s
rating go down to zero. Now, get me a knife.”
The servant nodded and ran off to the kitchen. Moments later, returned.
“I’m sure it’s pretty clean and sharp. Do you need anything else?”
“Some forceps or something so I can retrieve the clot with, and something to sew
with, so I can suture everything.”
Raine cut as she finished speaking, pulling the man’s shirt up and splitting her
entrance into the thoracic cavity. She traced some of the veins with the knife,
retrieving some gloves from the frantic servant. Tracing one of the veins, she
found a bulge.
“It’s the clot.” She said, poking the thing for a second, “Did you get me
anything to pick it up with?”
“Uh, no ma’am, we couldn’t find anything like that.”
“What!?”
“We don’t have anything like that at a restaurant! What did you expect!?”
“Oh, screw it I’m getting it out myself!” Raine spilt the vein (the aorta, to be
particular) and felt the obstruction with her hands. She tugged it out, and
blood began to flow freely from the vein. The Professor began to dab some of it
up with napkins, and then wondered how to sew it up. She saw the bottom of a
woman’s dress with a loose string, and on instinct, she pulled. The woman
freaked out for a second, and Raine told her to shut up. She had gotten enough;
thank Martel clothes were crappily made here. The Professor scolded herself, as
“crappily” wasn’t an adverb, or even a word. She saw a toothpick on the carpet,
and tied the string to it. She sutured it quite nicely, though that string
wouldn’t hold for long. Now to get the heart to start again. No electric squares
here. What was she going to do?
Massage the heart.
She didn’t know how she knew but she knew. Massaging the heart, she followed her
steps. Beginning to apply light pressure by cupping her hands over the muscle in
a series of pushing and releasing, the Professor finally got the heart beating
again.
The Professor sutured up the incision she had made. She could do this. She could
save lives.
The Professor heard clapping as the man slowly awoke.
“Are you alright?” Raine asked, “Your chest may hurt a bit, and the paramedics
will pick you up soon.”
The man was a bit panicked, “What happened?”
Raine felt like slapping him. He better not have another attack out of shock,
“You had a heart attack. It was a clot that stopped the blood flow to your
heart, but I was able to fix it. Now, don’t be alarmed--you could throw your
heart back into cardiac arrest if you get too fearful. Just calm down, even
breaths, and wait for the paramedics to--”
Suddenly, the place was swarmed with people in orange pushing some bed on wheels
towards the Professor.
“Where’s the man with the heart attack?!” They asked, seeing nobody suffering
anything of the sort.
“Right here.” Raine patted the man on the back as she stood up, “I managed to
get him out of it in time, but the strings I used to suture aren’t very stable.
I suggest you bring him to the Lione Reeve as soon as possible.
“And who are you?” the man asked, giving the woman a strange look.
“I am Raine Sage, attending at Lione Reeve. Now do as I say.”
The man nodded and soon left the restaurant. More cheering ensued, the area was
cleaned up and Raine sat down.
“Wooooooo!” Rubyi yelled, “Let’s hear it for Raine! YEAH!” She was completely
drunk to a stupor, but was laughing all the while.
“I’m not even going to try eating anything now…” Raine sighed, looking at Kratos’
empty plate, “You ate while I was doing surgery!?”
“No, I watched.” Kratos replied calmly.
“How can you eat when I’m touching the things inside a human body!?” Raine said,
more appalled than mad, “Kratos, you never cease to amaze me!”
Kratos smirked, “I think it’s about time we left, anyways.” A maid came up, and
Kratos asked, “So, what do we owe you?”
“Oh, it’s on the house!” The maid said with a smile, “We couldn’t possibly
charge you anything after you saved that man’s life!”
“Sweet. Free drinks then!” Rubyi said, finishing off her wine, “Man, I am so
cool! And so are you Raine! You are cool. Cooly cool cool cooly cool!”
The maid was silent, and Raine dragged Rubyi out, saying, “Thank you for the
food!”
Kratos stared at Raine’s plate, “She didn’t really have anything. Can I have
this to go?”
“Oh, yes.” the maid retrieved a Styrofoam box and Kratos placed the food in it
and left.
Outside, Raine waited for Rubyi to start the car. She kept missing the keyhole,
and the Professor was quite annoyed. Kratos pushed Rubyi out of the seat and
practically threw the box at Raine, “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to drive, Captain Crunch--I mean Bringdown! Captain Bringdown!”
Rubyi said, pushing him over.
“Well, now you sit it in the back.” Kratos booted her out the door and let Raine
get in the passenger seat. Rubyi kicked the door, as it was locked. Kratos undid
it, and she stumbled in.
“Why wouldn’t you let her drive?” Raine asked, “She’s only drunk.”
“Have you ever seen any one of us drive a Rheiard drunk?” Kratos asked
inquisitively.
Raine thought, “Well, yes. There was that one time Regal was drunk and tried.
And he hit a tree, then landed on someone’s roof.”
“Well, in all seriousness…” Kratos said, looking to see if he was going to hit
anyone before starting up the car, “Being drunk impairs your motor skills, and
the driver could crash into a tree while going at a high velocity, resulting
in…”
“Bad things!” Rubyi chimed in, “Ding Ding Ding! I am SOOOOOOO right!”
Kratos rolled his eyes, “But she is rights, things can happen. Have you put on
the safety belt?”
Raine looked at the thing around here, “Oh, you mean to Seat Strap. Of course I
have.”
“Seat Strap?”
“It is a strap of material attached to the seat, not a belt. The seat is not a
person, Kratos. It is therefore a ‘Seat Strap’ Amazing. The Rheiards never had
this.”
Kratos did that muffled laugh and began to drive. Rubyi somehow managed to get
her “Seat Strap” on, and Kratos already wore his. Backing out slowly, he began
to drive home.
They dropped off the drunken Rubyi along the way. She complained about random
things, but she would be okay. They escorted her to her room and soon got back
in.
“She better not have a hangover at work tomorrow. I don’t want anyone dying
because she had to have a good time.” The Professor laughed, “What a case. Death
by Post-Sobriety.”
Kratos smirked a bit as they both got back in. He began to drive back to his
house and they soon made it there.
“That was amazing, really.” he said, once the two were inside.
“It’s nothing special.” Raine said, “Just surgery.”
“Yes, but right there, on the spot. It reminds me of sword training.”
“I guess.”
“It’s very astounding actually.” Kratos marveled a bit; Raine later noticed this
as a rare side of him, “Think of all the things you can do with a sword, and
compare them to that,”
“It’s surgery.” Raine shrugged, “Deal with it.” She gave Kratos a small smile
and went to sleep in a bed. Kratos just hoped it wasn’t his.
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