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Procedure 7:
What We Do Best
Is what we perceive something different from another’s point of view?
Or is it something different?
People go all over the world, pursuing dreams and hopes, seeing if they are
right or not?
I suppose…
“Ugh. My head hurts so much from this hangover.” Rubyi said, rubbing her head.
But people aren’t all serious.
Some party, some drink…
“So how was it after dinner?” the red-haired woman asked, “I mean, did you do
anything?”
Do some fall in love?
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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Raine blushed. She hadn’t done
anything. They slept in separate beds. Besides, did she want anything to happen?
…She pondered it for a bit. Being with Kratos. Wait, why was she thinking this!?
She didn’t love him! Raine shook her head.
“You’re hung over, too?” Rubyi asked, “You were drunk when you operated on that
guy?! Well, this means his blood alcohol level will be up.” She laughed at
herself, “He He He, I’m so witty.”
“I wasn’t drunk!” Raine responded, a bit mad.
“So, no slipping of the scalpel?”
“No!”
“No shovin’ of the glovins?”
“No!”
“No Tequila in his liver?”
“I operated on a heart for the last time, and I was sober, unlike you!”
“Don’t yell!” Rubyi said, rubbing her head, “The hangover!”
“You better get over that when we operate.” Raine said, calmly, “I don’t want
you slipping scalpels or lovin’ glovin’ shoves!”
Rubyi began to snicker horribly, but tried to cover it up. Northe scoffed
slightly.
“What is with those two? Are they dating?”
Vidarr looked up from his papers, “What?!”
“I dunno, it’s a free world.” Northe shrugged, “An intern dating an attending,
it’s like a TV show.” She looked at Rubyi’s hidden laughter, “And a crappy
rip-off at that.” She stared at the two, “Although, it might make it in the
ratings.”
Vidarr just gave her a look, “I don’t think they would be. I saw Dr. Sage with
some guy earlier. He had some messed up hair. He also seemed kind of dark…maybe
they’re dating?”
“Wouldn’t she be cheating on Rubyi?”
Again the weird look.
Northe sighed, “That was a joke.”
“Oh, I get it.” Vidarr chuckled a bit.
“Well, come on now. Same boring cases.” Northe sighed, “Maybe I’ll get kicked
out of the OR again, highlight of my day.”
Vidarr gave her another look when suddenly a patient was rolled in on a gurney.
She was laughing like mad, some cuts on her head.
Raine rushed over, “What happened to you!?”
“I got smashed with Zeut’s guitar!”
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Oce looked up at another intern, Eglise Charles. She was a bit shy, but able to
talk to.
“Really? Zeut from the Raitos D hit in the face with a guitar.”
“Yup, I was there and he was moving his guitar, she was jumping up and down, and
he smacked her in the face with it. She got really cut up and such.”
“Yeesh.” Oce looked back at her, “Wait, how do you know?”
“Um…I was there.” Eglise looked at the floor nervously.
“You went to go see the Raitos D?”
Eglise nodded, “The Rays of Hope band. D for…”
“Damnation!” Oce said through a small chuckle, thinking about their odd
catchphrase “Eglise, I never pictured you would be the girl to go to a concert
like that.”
“Well, I had the money, and they have this one song I like…”
“Lonely Hearts?”
“Lonely Hearts!”
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Rubyi sighed. Northe and Raine--who had given Northe another chance-- had gone
off the smash-smash girl, and Rubyi had to spend the time suturing this idiot’s
face!? A bar fight wound, come ON!
“You don’t seem too happy.” the man said as he saw her fingers go steadily in
his wound.
“Yeah, and you don’t seem too sober.” Rubyi replied, doing some more stitches,
“And don’t talk, the cut’s on your jawbone, and you’ll make me miss the
stitching if you keep talking.”
“Well--”
“What did I say about the talking?” Rubyi said, finishing off the suture, “Now,
what do you want?”
“I’m just saying you don’t look too joyful to be here.”
“Honestly? I’m not. I have to spend my time in the pit suturing up idiots like
you when I could’ve been doing a cool surgery somewhere else!”
“Can I at least your number?”
“You mean the ‘phone’ thing here? No, you can’t.”
“But--”
“Thank you, sir, come back in three weeks so I can remove the stitches.”
“But--”
“Bye, bye.” Rubyi pushed the man away. Good. She was done with that idiot.
Looking around, she suddenly saw a man in a suit rush past. She began to stop
him as he ran to the smash-smash girl’s room.
“You can’t go in there, sir! Sir?”
“Sorry, but I’m Zeut’s lawyer. If she sues, I’ll be there to back him up.”
“What?”
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Eglise looked up from her work. Jeez. Paramedics were carrying a burn
victim--just the legs, thank god, burns of the face were usually much more
severe and were also harder to heal--and so Eglise went over to the attending,
her boss--no, scratch that, her boss’s boss-- that had just arrived.
“Mr. Corel?” she asked, “May I take this patient? He seems to be a burn victim
and I--”
“It’s alright, Eglise.” the resident said, “I told you to just call me Reef, no
need for formalities if I’m not a patient. But yes, Eglise, I know your
experience with burns. You’re fit for the job. I’ll leave him to you until a
resident comes up. If You-Know-Who tries to yell at you, tell them I put you on
the job.”
Eglise nodded, she didn’t want to get You-Know-Who mad. She followed the
paramedics to the floor and began writing down the necessary preparations
immediately. Reef sighed. It had been a while since he had seen Raine, his
long-time friend. She was one he remembered fondly. Was she here as well? Or was
he the only one transported from the New World?
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