1 A Day With the Doctor [Daremo or Invite Only][No-Kill] Wed May 10, 2017 8:28 pm
Marici
S-rank
Oh Amaya, how do you get yourself in these situations..., Amaya thought to herself as she leaned against the wall outside of the surgical suite, just inside of the prep chamber. She ripped off the glove from her left hand and then her right, folding them in on each other as she did so so that the blood they were coated in didn’t get on her skin. After depositing the pair into the nearby trashcan marked with a bio-hazard symbol she turned to the sink and gave a quick but thorough scrub of her hands and arms. Once they were dry she took to leaning back against the wall, looking for something else to distract herself with.
She pinched at the bridge of her nose, frowning, as she closed her eyes. She hated losing patients. She hated how, no matter how hard she tried sometimes and no matter what skills she knew and used, there were just people who died on the table. There was no stopping it, and yet that didn’t help make her feel any better. It certainly wouldn’t help the family waiting outside in the waiting room feel any better.
Amaya sighed softly and dropped her hand, opening up her eyes. She took a deep breath, calming her emotions completely. It reminded her of her days in the Academy. It was something she was constantly having to do, at least until years later when it just came natural. But, there was a difference between being out in the field and losing someone and losing someone at home because of an accident. Either way she didn’t want to be an emotional mess when it came to confronting the family and having to give them the bad news. Shaking her head and figuring that more time wasn’t going to make this task any easier she pulled off her surgical gown, revealing the deep green colored scrub top she wore and the matching pants. She deposited the surgical gown into the nearby bin and then picked up the doctor’s jacket she wore with Doctor Amaya Uchiha, MD embroidered into it with green thread, putting it on so that she looked ‘official’. She turned toward the door, pausing again as she remembered the surgical hat that was keeping her hair up and hidden. She pulled it free, perhaps a little harder than she normally would have out of frustration at herself and perhaps the gods themselves, revealing her long white-blond hair which was back in a ponytail. She crumbled the hat up, tossing it too into the bin, before pushing her way out the door before she could find something else to distract herself or prolong the inevitable.
She made her way down the hallway, nodding to the random individuals she passed without really seeing who they were. Her albino-red gaze focused on the elderly male and female who Amaya knew to be her patients parents. She stopped in front of them, hands sliding into her pockets to hide the fidgeting she wanted to do. They looked at Amaya with hopeful expressions which only caused Amaya to begin feeling like she couldn’t breath: she had done this sort of thing before, but it never got any easier. ”I’m sorry… there was nothing we could do.” The father broke down crying first, followed almost immediately by the mother. Amaya stood there, giving them their moment while wishing she could teleport herself to anywhere else in the world but that exact spot at that exact moment in time. ”If you wish to say your goodbyes I can take you to your son...” They nodded in response, unable to bring themselves to speak, and it was perhaps better that way for Amaya – she didn’t want to answer anymore questions. She directed them into the room where one of her surgical nurses took over, allowing her to step away.
Amaya didn’t hesitate to escape either, punching through doors that led her into the staff-only area of the hospital. Once she was a decent bit of the way down the hallway she hit the wall back first, and then allowed herself to slide down until her butt hit the floor. She kept her knees bent in front of her, her arms resting on her knees. She stared forward at the ivory colored wall, another sigh escaping her.
"Fuck!"
Word Count: 725
She pinched at the bridge of her nose, frowning, as she closed her eyes. She hated losing patients. She hated how, no matter how hard she tried sometimes and no matter what skills she knew and used, there were just people who died on the table. There was no stopping it, and yet that didn’t help make her feel any better. It certainly wouldn’t help the family waiting outside in the waiting room feel any better.
Amaya sighed softly and dropped her hand, opening up her eyes. She took a deep breath, calming her emotions completely. It reminded her of her days in the Academy. It was something she was constantly having to do, at least until years later when it just came natural. But, there was a difference between being out in the field and losing someone and losing someone at home because of an accident. Either way she didn’t want to be an emotional mess when it came to confronting the family and having to give them the bad news. Shaking her head and figuring that more time wasn’t going to make this task any easier she pulled off her surgical gown, revealing the deep green colored scrub top she wore and the matching pants. She deposited the surgical gown into the nearby bin and then picked up the doctor’s jacket she wore with Doctor Amaya Uchiha, MD embroidered into it with green thread, putting it on so that she looked ‘official’. She turned toward the door, pausing again as she remembered the surgical hat that was keeping her hair up and hidden. She pulled it free, perhaps a little harder than she normally would have out of frustration at herself and perhaps the gods themselves, revealing her long white-blond hair which was back in a ponytail. She crumbled the hat up, tossing it too into the bin, before pushing her way out the door before she could find something else to distract herself or prolong the inevitable.
She made her way down the hallway, nodding to the random individuals she passed without really seeing who they were. Her albino-red gaze focused on the elderly male and female who Amaya knew to be her patients parents. She stopped in front of them, hands sliding into her pockets to hide the fidgeting she wanted to do. They looked at Amaya with hopeful expressions which only caused Amaya to begin feeling like she couldn’t breath: she had done this sort of thing before, but it never got any easier. ”I’m sorry… there was nothing we could do.” The father broke down crying first, followed almost immediately by the mother. Amaya stood there, giving them their moment while wishing she could teleport herself to anywhere else in the world but that exact spot at that exact moment in time. ”If you wish to say your goodbyes I can take you to your son...” They nodded in response, unable to bring themselves to speak, and it was perhaps better that way for Amaya – she didn’t want to answer anymore questions. She directed them into the room where one of her surgical nurses took over, allowing her to step away.
Amaya didn’t hesitate to escape either, punching through doors that led her into the staff-only area of the hospital. Once she was a decent bit of the way down the hallway she hit the wall back first, and then allowed herself to slide down until her butt hit the floor. She kept her knees bent in front of her, her arms resting on her knees. She stared forward at the ivory colored wall, another sigh escaping her.
"Fuck!"
Word Count: 725