[Thread] Reaching Asclepius
Characters: OU!Derek Stiles, open to anybody who happens to wander in
Where: The Clinic
When: The night of Stage 3, following this conversation with OU!Kelly
Summary: With the possibility of attack from both the Keepers and the cuff-less residents now growing drastic, Derek decides it's time he started practicing his Healing Touch.
Warnings: None.
It was something he hadn't done in a while. Since he and Doctor Kimishima had eradicated the Savato inside Doctor Hoffman, he hadn't had much use for the Healing Touch. Even with all their efforts there was still disease in the world, but nothing yet that Derek hadn't found himself able to handle with a quick hand and a good assistant.
GUILT wasn't inside Econtra, thank goodness--but now that they'd been found and the cuffs were gone, Derek had a feeling things were about to get worse. He could do little about the good assistant; he just had to depend on himself and hope that in the worst times there would be somebody who'd been trained in nursing around to help. But he could improve himself, striving to make himself as able as he could be, and that was what he set out to do now.
He was in an empty room, the door half-open but most of the lights dimmed save for a few that cast a central light around the table he stood in front of, scalpel in hand and poised as if he was ready to operate. Nothing was on it, however; he wasn't about to practice arbitrarily with real people, and each time he'd done this before it was an exercise of pure imagination and concentration.
Imagine a star. The patient's affected area is right there, and I need to focus. I can see it clearly...now I need to concentrate. Focus on the star. Concentrate on my hands and on the patient. Imagine the star. Trace it. Focus.
He could feel the normal effects of using the Healing Touch: strained eyes, heightened awareness, a sense of transcendence--of ability and speed, confident and ready to work quickly and save his patient.
This is what I can do. An ability I've been given so I can save those who need my help. I have to do my best! I will save my patients!
Again and again he repeated the procedure, pushing his focus and speed further and further until he realized it would be a bad idea to go at it any more--he was already tired enough. Knocking himself out for three days could be dangerous to more than himself right now, and as it was he'd probably need a good solid sleep to restore himself to top shape. He found a nearby chair, feeling light and more than a little drained now that he'd finished. Exercising his power like this always sapped the energy out of him.
Where: The Clinic
When: The night of Stage 3, following this conversation with OU!Kelly
Summary: With the possibility of attack from both the Keepers and the cuff-less residents now growing drastic, Derek decides it's time he started practicing his Healing Touch.
Warnings: None.
It was something he hadn't done in a while. Since he and Doctor Kimishima had eradicated the Savato inside Doctor Hoffman, he hadn't had much use for the Healing Touch. Even with all their efforts there was still disease in the world, but nothing yet that Derek hadn't found himself able to handle with a quick hand and a good assistant.
GUILT wasn't inside Econtra, thank goodness--but now that they'd been found and the cuffs were gone, Derek had a feeling things were about to get worse. He could do little about the good assistant; he just had to depend on himself and hope that in the worst times there would be somebody who'd been trained in nursing around to help. But he could improve himself, striving to make himself as able as he could be, and that was what he set out to do now.
He was in an empty room, the door half-open but most of the lights dimmed save for a few that cast a central light around the table he stood in front of, scalpel in hand and poised as if he was ready to operate. Nothing was on it, however; he wasn't about to practice arbitrarily with real people, and each time he'd done this before it was an exercise of pure imagination and concentration.
Imagine a star. The patient's affected area is right there, and I need to focus. I can see it clearly...now I need to concentrate. Focus on the star. Concentrate on my hands and on the patient. Imagine the star. Trace it. Focus.
He could feel the normal effects of using the Healing Touch: strained eyes, heightened awareness, a sense of transcendence--of ability and speed, confident and ready to work quickly and save his patient.
This is what I can do. An ability I've been given so I can save those who need my help. I have to do my best! I will save my patients!
Again and again he repeated the procedure, pushing his focus and speed further and further until he realized it would be a bad idea to go at it any more--he was already tired enough. Knocking himself out for three days could be dangerous to more than himself right now, and as it was he'd probably need a good solid sleep to restore himself to top shape. He found a nearby chair, feeling light and more than a little drained now that he'd finished. Exercising his power like this always sapped the energy out of him.