1 Business and Pleasure (no killing) Thu Oct 25, 2012 5:18 pm
Tomoya Katō
D-rank
The hospital was hustling and bustling already, something that happened so often in the mornings like this. Tomoya had just left the morgue, and was drawing in his notebook as he walked. Today he had examined the lungs of the patient, and right now there was an open cadaver left in the morgue, the lungs left in a small dish on a table next to it. He smiled as he continued to sketch exactly how the lungs were laid out and how he'd be able to mimic it with a machine. A basic pump should suffice, but what kind of material would allow for enough oxygen diffusion to keep the patient alive? Maybe cloth... no, that was too delicate, that would fold quickly, and there would be no way to get it repaired without cutting the patient open again, that was something that would cause all sorts of complications. He sighed, this would be a difficult choice of what to do. If he did it too thin it would rip easily, and cause all sorts of problems, including horrible grueling death, but if he made it too hard then it would never let enough oxygen out... he'd need to come up with some sort of alloy that would do the job.
He walked through the halls, so enfixed upon his book and his work that he didn't seem to notice the strange looks he was getting from the other people in the hospital. Everyone already knew him as the guy who worked for the hospital making limbs and fingers for those who had lost them on the battlefield. The fact that he was clearly working on something, and working on it so much that he didn't notice the amount of people who were looking at him, was good news. Maybe he'd design a new kind of body armour that would protect everyone from losing their limbs in the first place, or maybe some kind of machine to help in complicated surgeries. Whatever it was, it couldn't be anything but good news
He walked through the halls, so enfixed upon his book and his work that he didn't seem to notice the strange looks he was getting from the other people in the hospital. Everyone already knew him as the guy who worked for the hospital making limbs and fingers for those who had lost them on the battlefield. The fact that he was clearly working on something, and working on it so much that he didn't notice the amount of people who were looking at him, was good news. Maybe he'd design a new kind of body armour that would protect everyone from losing their limbs in the first place, or maybe some kind of machine to help in complicated surgeries. Whatever it was, it couldn't be anything but good news