Post by Walter Weiß on Jan 27, 2016 20:38:17 GMT -5
“DON’T WORRY, LUCY! WHEN YOU COME UPSTAIRS, YOU’LL BE MORE THAN WELCOME TO BECOME A SHINIGAMI!”
Walter had just stepped out of his car when he heard the screaming, and looked around confused. It came from above, didn’t it? When he tilted his head up, however, all he saw was the blur of motion, and then the sound of smashing wood and bending steel.
A large wooden splinter shot out from the impact and stabbed straight through walter’s abdomen. The doctor swore loudly, and tore the shard from his chest, allowing his regeneration to deal with the wound.
The hood of his car had been caved in by the impact, and among the shattered table lied a mangled mess of a man. His leg was missing, his arm was broken, and his torso had been split open so much that his intestines were poking out. If that weren’t bad enough, a large splinter of wood had torn straight through the side of his throat, although it had clearly missed the artery.
“What the fuck…” was the only reaction Walter could muster. This was bad, really bad. With conventional medicine, the man was beyond saving, but even with his powers, Walter couldn’t triage this many lethal wounds at once, could he? If he applied his hands to the neck, the internal bleeding would kill him. If he focused on the internal injury, the obstructed neck would kill him; and either way the leg injury would make him bleed to death.
With nothing else to turn to, Walter’s thoughts raced back to memories of his father’s training, but only a single nugget proved useful: Blutübertragung regenerates the blood of those that have it so quickly that they cannot die of blood loss.
Walter shot to the boot of his car and tore it open. He grabbed his medical kit and tossed it onto the curb, then hurled every loose object it contained into the road, until he was left with just a simple plastic sheet. He worked as fast as he could, spreading the plastic out to ensure he could contain as much of the blood as physically possible, and then ran to the front of the car.
He scooped Lucian up in his arms, and carried him as quickly and carefully as he could into the boot. He laid the boy down inside the plastic, and then ran to the medical kit. Tearing the seal open, he removed a scalpel from the container and quickly dragged it down each of his wrists. Blutübertragung kicked in as it always did, and clotted the blood in the wound. He breathed in deep, and focused on the cuts, trying as hard as possible to suppress his automatic reflex and allow the blood to flow.
It was hard to repress what he had become a reflex for him, but eventually the blood started to flow. He dragged the cuts deeper and deeper, covering Lucian with as much of his blood as he possibly could until finally he had submerged the boy’s shattered form in the viscous fluid.
Once Lucian was covered, Walter allowed his body to heal its cuts, and then he set about focusing on mending the shattered form they contained. He reached into the fluid and felt around until he found the boy’s neck. He grabbed the shard of wood in his neck and tore it out in one smooth motion. He threw the spike out of the blood, and then reached in to pull out any lingering splinters. Once that was done, he set traced his hands down the man’s body until he found the mess of exposed intestines, and carefully set about feeding them into the abdominal cavity without twisting or misaligning the coils. Finally, he found the broken arm, snapped it into place, and dragged the scalpel along its flesh to expose the shattered bone to the blood.
Walter sat next to that blood-filled tub for what felt like hours, his hands submerged in the fluid. It was only when he could feel his Reiryoku was completely burnt away that Walter dared to lift Lucian’s head above the fluid to check on the state of his wounds. The neck had sealed over entirely, as had the abdomen. His leg was still missing, as Walter had not so much as tried to replace it, but the stump was now sealed with a beautiful level of smooth flesh, as was his abdomen. He was stable enough to move.
-- Three Days Later --
Walter pushed open the door of his guest bedroom and marched over to check on Lucian. The boy had not awoken since the moment he hit the car, but his vitals had remained consistent since his injuries has been treated--well, mostly treated. His arm was still in need of work, and his leg was still missing, but there was no point in worrying about either if the man never woke up.
“Hello!” he said with a smile, as he reached the bedside. “Are you going to wake up today? I'd really rather you not die in my home. Or at all.”
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