Night 37: Disciplinary Therapy Room 3 [MU for Tachibana Shito]
Immortality was such a flexible concept. Here was a boy who never should have been born, who had taken seven years to do so, who had managed to live without a heartbeat or breath for over 100 years. He had suffered damage and come out whole, walked through time without aging ... he was immortal, undying and perfect.
Except for the little part where he was actually dead. A damn shame.
The doctor was idly flipping through the boy's dossier, which was resting on top of a medical cooler. Inside was a special delivery that had shown up just for tonight. He knew the boy would probably be pleased to see it - it was something very special to him, after all. The doctor himself was a little excited for this prospect. It had been quite a while since he'd last gotten an opportunity to do surgery like this. And hey, it was on a zombie! He could do all the damage he wanted without any problems, since the kid'd heal up by morning.
Still, there were limits. Unfortunate ones. He sighed and paged through the medical history, noting how long and boring it was. When you were dead, you didn't get sick very often, he guessed.
Except for the little part where he was actually dead. A damn shame.
The doctor was idly flipping through the boy's dossier, which was resting on top of a medical cooler. Inside was a special delivery that had shown up just for tonight. He knew the boy would probably be pleased to see it - it was something very special to him, after all. The doctor himself was a little excited for this prospect. It had been quite a while since he'd last gotten an opportunity to do surgery like this. And hey, it was on a zombie! He could do all the damage he wanted without any problems, since the kid'd heal up by morning.
Still, there were limits. Unfortunate ones. He sighed and paged through the medical history, noting how long and boring it was. When you were dead, you didn't get sick very often, he guessed.