Syne's medical wing was a fascinating place. With so many students, staffing the area twenty four hours a day and being prepared to deal with all the potentially gruesome injuries training spars and hunts could incur. From lacerations to burns to the flu. Everything beyond and between. However, the school had a notoriously low death count. Certainly a surprising considering the number of injuries which poured into the ward.
However there was a perfectly logical explanation. For most every medical student would spend at least some time every week working in the ward. Honing their skills and aiding their fellow students simultaneously, it was a better way to practice than any medical class could ever be. A safe environment with more experienced teachers and students handling the more complex situations while younger students would handle broken bones and minor wounds mostly. Though that did of course pend their prior medical training and experience.
As a boy was wheeled in, screaming in pain. A bone emerging from his forearm at an awful angle. He was wheeled before one of the students, a first year who had since arriving at the academy spent a majority of her in-school-time treating patients. For the sparring classes would go against her vows to harm no life willingly. The man panicked at the very sight of her, not only did he have a broken arm but now he had been left before some arachnid abomination?!
He struck with his remaining good arm, a glow of yellow meeting his fist as he attempted to resist the woman's advance. Near nullifying the damage. Her hands a misty white, unflinching as his fist met her face. She pressed one hand on his shoulder, soon thick white web stuck his back to the chair. Restricting his movement as though his injured state had not done that enough. The spider faunus also noted the man had lacerations on his torso, deep and red. Potentially organ tissue damage though the screaming told her his lungs were fine. Beowulf claws the most likely cause.
She brought her hand down from his shoulder to his chest, coating the wounds in the white silk. He continued to cry, attempting to escape his seat. She caught his injured arm, quickly lacing it in a deep white and tight cast. Sculpting the arm back it it's original state. The man continued to ball and scream, despite her knowing this was an almost painless process.
"Okay, you're done now," She calmly sounded. Bringing her hands together the white silk vanished. The man lurched forward, ready to punch her again, only to find that the hand he had reached with was his right. The very hand he had so nearly lost. His arm healed with only a small scar at the center of where the bone had emerged. He looked to his chest, finding the claw slashes had vanished.
He dropped to his knees, bawling and apologizing. Speaking of how selfish he'd been. The large woman simply pet his head, acting more like a mother than a doctor, "It's fine deary, you were scared. You're fine now~ Shh~ Shh~ Could you tell them to send the next in? Go get a good night's sleep and you'll be all the better~ No more stress today, doctor's orders."
The first year hunter nodded, rushing out the infirmary hall.
She sighed, gently passing a hand over her lightly reddened cheek to sooth and heal it. While it was all well and good, practice for battlefield medicine and they were scared, she couldn't help but note her fellow medical students didn't receive this kind of treatment. Despite her proficiency the hurdle of her appearance made it difficult to be a doctor. This was a fact she had come to accept.
She pulled back the surgical curtains surrounding her area, looking around the hall. The school's hospital had a waiting room, just beyond the hall's massive double doors. Within however there were two rows of twelve surgical cubicles. Within each were beds for those who required them, drips, a tabletop with an array of medical implements and a sink. She was second to the end of the left row, the cubicle next to her open and empty. The floor a purple plastic like substance, easily cleaned, and the walls white.
She looked down at herself, white apron still unspoiled with blood. Dressed in her normal pull over kind of dress otherwise. Her hair done up just as it usually was. She left her cubicle for the back of the room, at which there was a small silver fridge. Opening the door she removed one of the aura restoring drinks in their cartons, allowed for the medics only during their work here, drinking it as she made her way back toward her area.
However there was a perfectly logical explanation. For most every medical student would spend at least some time every week working in the ward. Honing their skills and aiding their fellow students simultaneously, it was a better way to practice than any medical class could ever be. A safe environment with more experienced teachers and students handling the more complex situations while younger students would handle broken bones and minor wounds mostly. Though that did of course pend their prior medical training and experience.
As a boy was wheeled in, screaming in pain. A bone emerging from his forearm at an awful angle. He was wheeled before one of the students, a first year who had since arriving at the academy spent a majority of her in-school-time treating patients. For the sparring classes would go against her vows to harm no life willingly. The man panicked at the very sight of her, not only did he have a broken arm but now he had been left before some arachnid abomination?!
He struck with his remaining good arm, a glow of yellow meeting his fist as he attempted to resist the woman's advance. Near nullifying the damage. Her hands a misty white, unflinching as his fist met her face. She pressed one hand on his shoulder, soon thick white web stuck his back to the chair. Restricting his movement as though his injured state had not done that enough. The spider faunus also noted the man had lacerations on his torso, deep and red. Potentially organ tissue damage though the screaming told her his lungs were fine. Beowulf claws the most likely cause.
She brought her hand down from his shoulder to his chest, coating the wounds in the white silk. He continued to cry, attempting to escape his seat. She caught his injured arm, quickly lacing it in a deep white and tight cast. Sculpting the arm back it it's original state. The man continued to ball and scream, despite her knowing this was an almost painless process.
"Okay, you're done now," She calmly sounded. Bringing her hands together the white silk vanished. The man lurched forward, ready to punch her again, only to find that the hand he had reached with was his right. The very hand he had so nearly lost. His arm healed with only a small scar at the center of where the bone had emerged. He looked to his chest, finding the claw slashes had vanished.
He dropped to his knees, bawling and apologizing. Speaking of how selfish he'd been. The large woman simply pet his head, acting more like a mother than a doctor, "It's fine deary, you were scared. You're fine now~ Shh~ Shh~ Could you tell them to send the next in? Go get a good night's sleep and you'll be all the better~ No more stress today, doctor's orders."
The first year hunter nodded, rushing out the infirmary hall.
She sighed, gently passing a hand over her lightly reddened cheek to sooth and heal it. While it was all well and good, practice for battlefield medicine and they were scared, she couldn't help but note her fellow medical students didn't receive this kind of treatment. Despite her proficiency the hurdle of her appearance made it difficult to be a doctor. This was a fact she had come to accept.
She pulled back the surgical curtains surrounding her area, looking around the hall. The school's hospital had a waiting room, just beyond the hall's massive double doors. Within however there were two rows of twelve surgical cubicles. Within each were beds for those who required them, drips, a tabletop with an array of medical implements and a sink. She was second to the end of the left row, the cubicle next to her open and empty. The floor a purple plastic like substance, easily cleaned, and the walls white.
She looked down at herself, white apron still unspoiled with blood. Dressed in her normal pull over kind of dress otherwise. Her hair done up just as it usually was. She left her cubicle for the back of the room, at which there was a small silver fridge. Opening the door she removed one of the aura restoring drinks in their cartons, allowed for the medics only during their work here, drinking it as she made her way back toward her area.
