Point the finger, slow to understand... [Closed]
Characters: Hojo and Szayel.
Content: The new doctor meets the grumpier of the old ones.
Setting: The Amestris' infirmary.
Time: At the end of the Antrim thing, or in the air before the Art show.
Warnings: Hojo. And Szayel. =|
Hojo had, by and large, rather enjoyed his stint in Antrim. He'd managed to get himself a few samples, had seen the historically famous ghost town and, despite the unfortunate but extremely interesting injury that he had sustained in the hospital thanks to a Jagermonster, he had had a fairly good time of an experience that traumatised and horrified other people in various measures.
He had, due to going to his room to recover from the relatively weakening healing process and clean up the blood from the 'attack', he had missed the moment when the new doctor had arrived to inspect the Infirmary. He didn't care. Coworkers were considered nuisances at best, for the most part, and he knew that he'd have to meet him eventually, anyway.
As such, he wasn't acting any differently to normal when in the Infirmary that day. He was simply arranging and compiling medical records, making sure that anybody who had been injured in Antrim was accounted for and the injury documented. It was boring, but necessary work.
Content: The new doctor meets the grumpier of the old ones.
Setting: The Amestris' infirmary.
Time: At the end of the Antrim thing, or in the air before the Art show.
Warnings: Hojo. And Szayel. =|
Hojo had, by and large, rather enjoyed his stint in Antrim. He'd managed to get himself a few samples, had seen the historically famous ghost town and, despite the unfortunate but extremely interesting injury that he had sustained in the hospital thanks to a Jagermonster, he had had a fairly good time of an experience that traumatised and horrified other people in various measures.
He had, due to going to his room to recover from the relatively weakening healing process and clean up the blood from the 'attack', he had missed the moment when the new doctor had arrived to inspect the Infirmary. He didn't care. Coworkers were considered nuisances at best, for the most part, and he knew that he'd have to meet him eventually, anyway.
As such, he wasn't acting any differently to normal when in the Infirmary that day. He was simply arranging and compiling medical records, making sure that anybody who had been injured in Antrim was accounted for and the injury documented. It was boring, but necessary work.