On the field assignment has never been more exciting, at least for now. Kiri was inside the infirmary of the coliseum as one of the people in-charge for treating any of the immediate patients. There was a doctor overseeing the area, but with the gravity of the wounds, some of the competitors who had lost (or won but suffered quite a lot) would not be attended to immediately. That’s what he was there for. As the median to hospital, he was tasked with seeing to each patient that would soon be sent to the hospital, make any immediate first-aid treatment and write a quick diagnosis report to be sent along with the said competitor before he is carried away by people to the hospital. It doesn’t get any much easier with the day seemingly be that one day where competitors near and far, local and foreign, had come to test out the ring and the fighters before the approaching festival. It was like a testing ground of some sort.
And so, while the day began with him watching through the windows, seeing all those moves each competitors did, and the flying blood spray, it soon went to be a routine to go around the infirmary and examining the competitors. The start was alright. He was looking at some cuts and gave first aid on his own. He applied his chakra, gathering along his hand as he touched the area of the wound and began to heal the damaged tissues. Some, however, had more pressing matters. A cut so close to the eye needed quick anti-septic cleaning and bandaging, and he had to make a quick report on before he handed it out to some men who were going to carry that competitor out to hospital.
Soon enough, people were having more immediate concerns. One got his ear cut off, and so a quick chakra treatment to coagulate and stop the bleeding was necessary before Kiri bandaged the man’s head. He was shipped off with a request for an immediate surgery as the ear was recovered from the battle ground and placed inside a bento box filled with ice for safekeeping. Strange, but that was the way to keep it useful till the successful surgery.
Another man had completely gotten his hand severed and there was no way that he would be dealing with this on his own. So he had to treat the man for bloodloss, before he was directly sent to the hospital. Another one was a woman and she seemed to be suffering from a concussion. He made sure the woman was breathing properly and read her vital signs, but let her rest for a bit, next to be sent to the hospital as soon as those men who carried them would return soon enough.
For at least the first half of the day, he was always moving about, following the doctor in the area as much as possible before being given a patient or two to handle on his own. When it got worse, he would have to refer back to the doctor for more pressing matters. When a few came in that were struggling between life and death, he knew he couldn’t wait anymore.
“Doctor, I’ll bring this man to the hospital myself. He doesn’t look like he can wait any longer,” said Kiri as he would finish making a few quick bandages to where the cuts were. Even if he had applied some of his chakra treatment to slow down the bleeding, there was just too many. Whoever dealt this competitor his defeat was someone who had no mercy. With an hesitant approval from the doctor of the infirmary, Kiri would carry the man over his back. Luckily for him, he was tall enough and strong enough to do so, though perhaps the strength had something to do with his inner beast producing power within him to use (of course, he would not have a clue about it at all, thinking it was just adrenaline getting the better of him). In any case, he quickly left and ran for the hospital’s direction. A few close friends of the competitor came along with him, visibly shaken and distressed.
By the time they reached the hospital, Kiri would place the patient in the trauma section of the ER and give his notes and further explanation of the injuries to the resident staffs and nurses who quickly went to work with the man. With that done, he was quick to return to the coliseum’s small infirmary and work to the bone. He didn’t mind that blood was on his shirt or that he was beginning to get used to its smell as he worked around the clock.
By the end of the fateful day, he was lying on the infirmary floor, looking at the ceiling. All of the competitors, either brought to the hospital or went home with instructions on what to do for their injuries, had finally disappeared from sight, yet the scent remained.
“Good job for today,” said the doctor as he approached Kiri on the floor, bring a canned drink.
Sitting upright, Kiri would accept the offered drink and sigh as he chugged it down as quickly as he could. It was an apple-flavored energy drink.
“The next one would be on the day of the festival. That would be a far more brutal day. Probably twice the many who came in to our infirmary,” said the doctor, adjusting his glasses, “And possibly a few to be brought to the morgue.”
Kiri lowered his head at the thought of that. Though he couldn’t deny that there was a strange thrill in the coliseum and about fights, he couldn’t also make a good argument as to why people would go so far as to kill during sanctioned fights.
“It’s inevitable. You enter a battle knowing you can die. That’s just it,” said the beast inside him, as if counseling him.
“Yeah. Life and death is just normal.”
Crushing the empty can, Kiri would walk along the doctor as they would finally exit the infirmary that continues to reek of blood. A day in field work was done. He’ll make a comprehensive report for Osu soon about it.
WC: 1,045
And so, while the day began with him watching through the windows, seeing all those moves each competitors did, and the flying blood spray, it soon went to be a routine to go around the infirmary and examining the competitors. The start was alright. He was looking at some cuts and gave first aid on his own. He applied his chakra, gathering along his hand as he touched the area of the wound and began to heal the damaged tissues. Some, however, had more pressing matters. A cut so close to the eye needed quick anti-septic cleaning and bandaging, and he had to make a quick report on before he handed it out to some men who were going to carry that competitor out to hospital.
Soon enough, people were having more immediate concerns. One got his ear cut off, and so a quick chakra treatment to coagulate and stop the bleeding was necessary before Kiri bandaged the man’s head. He was shipped off with a request for an immediate surgery as the ear was recovered from the battle ground and placed inside a bento box filled with ice for safekeeping. Strange, but that was the way to keep it useful till the successful surgery.
Another man had completely gotten his hand severed and there was no way that he would be dealing with this on his own. So he had to treat the man for bloodloss, before he was directly sent to the hospital. Another one was a woman and she seemed to be suffering from a concussion. He made sure the woman was breathing properly and read her vital signs, but let her rest for a bit, next to be sent to the hospital as soon as those men who carried them would return soon enough.
For at least the first half of the day, he was always moving about, following the doctor in the area as much as possible before being given a patient or two to handle on his own. When it got worse, he would have to refer back to the doctor for more pressing matters. When a few came in that were struggling between life and death, he knew he couldn’t wait anymore.
“Doctor, I’ll bring this man to the hospital myself. He doesn’t look like he can wait any longer,” said Kiri as he would finish making a few quick bandages to where the cuts were. Even if he had applied some of his chakra treatment to slow down the bleeding, there was just too many. Whoever dealt this competitor his defeat was someone who had no mercy. With an hesitant approval from the doctor of the infirmary, Kiri would carry the man over his back. Luckily for him, he was tall enough and strong enough to do so, though perhaps the strength had something to do with his inner beast producing power within him to use (of course, he would not have a clue about it at all, thinking it was just adrenaline getting the better of him). In any case, he quickly left and ran for the hospital’s direction. A few close friends of the competitor came along with him, visibly shaken and distressed.
By the time they reached the hospital, Kiri would place the patient in the trauma section of the ER and give his notes and further explanation of the injuries to the resident staffs and nurses who quickly went to work with the man. With that done, he was quick to return to the coliseum’s small infirmary and work to the bone. He didn’t mind that blood was on his shirt or that he was beginning to get used to its smell as he worked around the clock.
By the end of the fateful day, he was lying on the infirmary floor, looking at the ceiling. All of the competitors, either brought to the hospital or went home with instructions on what to do for their injuries, had finally disappeared from sight, yet the scent remained.
“Good job for today,” said the doctor as he approached Kiri on the floor, bring a canned drink.
Sitting upright, Kiri would accept the offered drink and sigh as he chugged it down as quickly as he could. It was an apple-flavored energy drink.
“The next one would be on the day of the festival. That would be a far more brutal day. Probably twice the many who came in to our infirmary,” said the doctor, adjusting his glasses, “And possibly a few to be brought to the morgue.”
Kiri lowered his head at the thought of that. Though he couldn’t deny that there was a strange thrill in the coliseum and about fights, he couldn’t also make a good argument as to why people would go so far as to kill during sanctioned fights.
“It’s inevitable. You enter a battle knowing you can die. That’s just it,” said the beast inside him, as if counseling him.
“Yeah. Life and death is just normal.”
Crushing the empty can, Kiri would walk along the doctor as they would finally exit the infirmary that continues to reek of blood. A day in field work was done. He’ll make a comprehensive report for Osu soon about it.
WC: 1,045
