Combat Doctor

A nurse just so happens to walk in on my moment of confusion.

"Is everything alright?" She asks, while standing in the door frame. 

"Yes, I was just glancing at his charts for any abnormalities before continuing." I respond. 

Putting the chart back in its place, I decide to just be a bit reckless and go for it, as the nurse is here, and we can correct anything that goes wrong. 

Placing my hands on him, I begin to get a sense of what his bioelectricity is doing. He moans in pain, as he flinches away from my touch as the bioelectricity responds to my inquires. From behind, I can feel the nurse grow concerned as she steps forward but doesn't interrupt.

"What are you doing to him?" She asks, a bit suspicious of my actions. 

Instead of explaining to her how I heal, I decide to ignore her, as a wave of negative emotions washes over me unexpectedly. Immediately letting go of the man, I stumble back a little with confusion as I sort through these sudden new feelings. 

After a moment, I get myself together as I recognize the fear of death and a pain in my chest. The information I got from the bioelectricity signals tells me of a 'foreign sustenance', residing in the lung. Anytime the white blood cells attack it, signals are sent out that it is dealt with, halting the attack. Therefore, the problem is never efficiently dealt with and continues to grow. This man has lung cancer, probably from smoking. 

Prior to him, I never felt the pain or emotions of the person while communing with their bioelectric signals. This must be a new negative by product of my encounter with Evil Shawn. The feelings weren't too overwhelming, just noticeable. Now that I'm expecting it, I can basically ignore it. 

Placing my hands, back on him, the negative feelings rise back up, but I focus on the task at hand. I begin the white blood cells attack on the cancer cells. He feels any time I send a signal through his skin, sending a wave of pain throughout the area that I'm touching, and I feel it too. Biting down on my lip, I check the progress of the fighting within him and notice the white blood cells have reached his lung cancer and begin their attack.

Sensing their impending doom, the cancer cells once again signal to the white blood cells that their job is finished, and they begin to back off. To counter, I overwrite that signal and press their attack. Within minutes, the white blood cells decimate the cancer and the pain in the guy's chest relieves. Taking my hands off of him, as the job is finished, the negative feelings and pain I was feeling from him begin to fade away as well.

Before I can celebrate, an alarm goes off throughout the city. Looking at the panicked look on the nurses' face confirms that the omnics attack has begun. Rushing to the infirmary, where their armies' soldiers will be, I notice half of us arriving as well. After a couple of minutes, all thirty of us have assembled as we wait for the injured to arrive. 

Even from within the building of the hospital, the sounds of the battle reach us, as gunshots rang out and the booming of explosions. Ten minutes after the first few shots were heard, ten people are brought into the infirmary. 

I am one of the few who rush forward for the few people brought in, as I needed to get as much experience as possible with my new limitations. Deciding to forego the usual, I close my visor to scan him. An image of his body appears on my screen as it identifies him as a gunshot victim. The bullet was still lodged into his side. 

As I'm about to just do as I have in the past and just attract the bullet out, I notice that his liver is in the way. I look in confusion at the entry point from where he got shot to see it's above where the bullet currently is. I realize that in someone moving him, the bullet too moved. If I want to save his life, I'll have to quickly operate on him.

After sterilizing my hands, I nervously reach for the scalpel, as my visor provides me information on what to do, courteous of Abigaile. Taking a deep breath, I begin my first ever operation on a person. The first incision leaves another trail of blood right next to the entry point. Taking a cloth, I swab the blood so that I can see where I'm cutting. 

Luckily, based on the information given to me from the visor, I don't have to cut that far into his side. Taking the small retractors, I slightly open the cut to give me a bit more space to grab the bullet, trying to ignore the guy's cries of pain. Hurrying, I take the forceps and grab the revealed bullet. Removing the retractors, I place my hands on him, as I can feel his fear and doubt that I had no idea as to what I was doing along with the pain from the operation.

Sending a signal to alleviate his pain and to speed up the healing process. I step back, as those negative emotions and pain subsides from me, and watch as his wounds slowly close shut. His eyes grow wide as he too watches both his cut and hole just disappear like nothing happened within two minutes. 

Standing up, he pats where both wounds used to be in disbelief, before suddenly embracing me in a hug. Looking to the door, he runs back out, grabbing his weapon while screaming, "For Queen and country!"

Washing my hands, a new wave of injured come in, and I know that it's going to be a really long day.

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Just like to say, I am not a doctor, nor anything close to being one. So if that was incorrect, that's why. Anyhow, that will conclude the double posting weekend. The posting schedule for this book will be Sunday, Wednesday, and Saturday at whatever time I wake up, which is most likely around 8 EST. 

I've released another book called, Hollow in a Magic World, so if you like the idea of a hollow from Bleach existing in some random world I made up, check it out.

If you want another double posting week, I'll do it once I hit top 100 in the fanfic rankings, so donate those powerstones.