Pretend this is a witty quote.
Characters: Isane, Kensei, Rikichi
When: April 21, afternoon.
Where: Fourth Division hospital.
Rating: PGish, I'm sure.
Summary: Doctor Isane takes care of business, and Rikichi comes to visit Kensei.
The beeping and humming of various monitors and machines filled the hospital room with a low, lulling white noise. To the trained observer, each sound had a different meaning, distinct from all the others. Isane knew all of them, and her years of experience allowed her to filter and categorize them all while still mostly ignoring them in favor of focusing on her patient.
Kensei looked like he'd been hit by a semi truck (or that's what she'd have thought if she'd been more than passingly familiar with living-world idioms). Bones broken and crushed, skin lacerated and bruised... it was a wonder he'd made it back without losing consciousness.
Isane jotted notes down on the medical files attatched to the clipboard in her hand. "How are you feeling today, Muguruma-san?" she asked in a soft voice. He was thoroughly medicated, so his pain levels should have been within a reasonable threshhold, but if there was anything out of the ordinary she wanted to know about it.
When: April 21, afternoon.
Where: Fourth Division hospital.
Rating: PGish, I'm sure.
Summary: Doctor Isane takes care of business, and Rikichi comes to visit Kensei.
The beeping and humming of various monitors and machines filled the hospital room with a low, lulling white noise. To the trained observer, each sound had a different meaning, distinct from all the others. Isane knew all of them, and her years of experience allowed her to filter and categorize them all while still mostly ignoring them in favor of focusing on her patient.
Kensei looked like he'd been hit by a semi truck (or that's what she'd have thought if she'd been more than passingly familiar with living-world idioms). Bones broken and crushed, skin lacerated and bruised... it was a wonder he'd made it back without losing consciousness.
Isane jotted notes down on the medical files attatched to the clipboard in her hand. "How are you feeling today, Muguruma-san?" she asked in a soft voice. He was thoroughly medicated, so his pain levels should have been within a reasonable threshhold, but if there was anything out of the ordinary she wanted to know about it.