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[FRA] The Very Important Me

2nd Trial of Ymiden, 715th Arc



The low moans that escaped the subject's lips were the first sign that Virikai received that the woman strapped to the table was awake. Completely naked, save the thin cotton cloth that covered her legs and lower torso, blood and scars marred a body that he imagined was once completely unblemished. Even her pert breasts had sagged after so many surgical examinations of the organs in her chest.

As the girl weakly began to squirm against Virikai's hands and her bonds, pure white orbs flickered away from his current task and up to the subject's face. It was contorted in pain, but the human's eyes had not yet opened; she had not fully returned to consciousness. The young eídisi's eyes lingered on the girl's features for a moment more before returning his attention to his task.

Removing sutures was hardly a difficult task - the biggest challenge was growing used to how different surgeons stitched the subjects back up: some preferred to do each stitch separately, others were lazy and used a form of running stitch, as if sewing together a quilt. Running stitches were easier to remove, in theory, because all he had to do to remove them was make a single cut in the thread and then pull. However the trouble came when the flesh and skin healed poorly and it bunched around the stitches. If he pulled that, he would be in danger of ripping the incision wound open again.

Today, however, Virikai was working on one of Fahe's subjects, and he, as the Head Researcher, was known for his impossibly precise stitching of sutures. The incision site in question was across the girl's torso. Thinking back to his readings on the human anatomy, he decided that he must be working directly above the diaphragm. Experienced hands handled the knife, as he cut through another stitch and slowly pulled the excess thread through and free.

Another moan, one that the Talius Scion ignored this time, as he placed the bloodied thread next to the others before picking at the next one with the blunted edge of a hook, looping it round and pulling it away from the healed skin before slipping a scalpel into the gap and easily slicing through the thread. With expert movements, he swivelled the hook in his fingers until the hook was resting in his palm other end was visible, where set of tweezers were clearly attached. Wasting no time, he gripped the loose end of the newly sliced stitch and, using the blunt edge of the scalpel and his index finger to keep the subject’s skin taut, he pulled the former stitch away from the healing skin, tugging lightly when it resisted his pull.

What… what are you doing?” The voice was faint, but Virikai could still detect what he had only recently come to understand as a hysterical tone, bordering on desperation. Next would be the weak - but still noticeably frantic - tugging of the bonds which held the subject down to the gurney. When Virikai didn’t deign to reply, or even look over to her as he had swapped the tweezers around for the hook once again, the woman tried again, “Please… let me go. Stop, please, stop.

At that, the young researcher did turn his gaze away from the intricately placed sutures to meet the girl’s eyes, “If I stop, it is very likely that the wound will become infected.” His words were enough, it seemed, for the human did not start struggling. His gaze lingered on the subject’s face for a few moments longer before, satisfied, he returned to his work.
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Looping the thin end of the hoop around the last of the stitches in the woman’s lower torso, he used the sharp edge of the scalpel to cut the wirey string then, with ease, pulled the stitch free of the woman’s flesh. Despite the simplicity of the procedure, Virikai smiled to himself, for today was a day that he preferred to be bored in. A pointless dispute with his mother this morning left him in an irritated, foul mood, and he didn’t have the energy to be doing anything more than drudge work today. Not that what he did could really be treated as ‘drudge work’, considering what many people did around the city, or even in the more barbaric cities in Idalos.

He was only an Assistant Researcher, of course, and thus did not generally have the opportunity to conduct his own research or experiments. His role was annoyingly limited to supporting more senior researchers, such as preparing rooms, assisting in a variety of procedures, cleaning up after a procedure, or maintaining the test subjects. The removal of sutures was a new process for Virikai, who had been offered the chance to gain some more practical experience ahead of time alongside his studies as he worked towards his Letter of Medicine.

If it was anywhere else, the Ice Prince’s pride would not have allowed him to stomach working in a lowly position as he was - part of his role involved cleaning faeces from cages. When such thoughts occurred to him, Virikai had to carefully remind himself that he did not work in any random location in any city. No, he worked in the prestigious Viden, and more specifically in the Facility for Retrospective Analysis. He was not only a member of the elite-blooded but, not even fully matured yet by eídisi standards, he was academically elite. And trusted. There were few who saw him performing menial tasks, but even then, he was respected by all of his superiors just because he worked there.

Today was the first time that he wasn’t being monitored by someone, and he relished the freedom of not having someone standing directly behind him, peering over his shoulder and making corrections. They weren’t even really corrections, they were more… his supervisors would insist that he would remove the sutures in the exact same way that they would do it. The issue was that they, as a general rule, didn’t do it ‘by the book’. And they all did it in different ways, so he couldn’t please any of them. “Ah, Mister Talius, how are you doing?

The young eídisi glanced up to meet the clear eyes of his direct supervisor, Annelies Layne. All things considered, Virikai was glad that she was his contact within the FRA, for there was very little patronising when it came to him assisting her. “Good afternoon, Madam. I trust you are well today?” The older woman smiled at the formal tone of her student as she approached, casting her eyes over the human strapped to the gurney. “I have just finished removing the sutures, and was about to clean it.” Thin, long fingers traced the healing wound on the girl’s torso.

One of Fahe’s subjects, I assume?” Virikai knew that the question was rhetorical but nodded anyway. “Yes, his stitches are always so precise. When he brings together the wound edges, it has been a number of arcs since I have seen his stitches cause indenting or blanching of the skin. He uses an interrupted stitch, as you know from when you pull them out, they are individual. Time consuming, yes, but easily the most reliable way to stitch up wounds. I think many would benefit from watching Selek Fahe.” Again, the Talius heir nodded, politely waiting to return to his work. The supervisor smiled, eyes dancing in amusement.

Thank you, Madam,” Virikai murmured, turning back to the still squirming woman as his supervisor left. “Are you going to be good and remain calm, or do I have to leave you restrained, girl?” Kai smirked as the girl nodded her head frantically. He turned to prepare the swabs and cleansing antiseptic fluids, which had been left out by one of the researchers, ready for him to use. Once ready, he turned back to the woman and released the clasp on of of her hands, instructing her to release the rest of them herself.
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With the help of the stitches, wound had started to stitch itself together, the skin around the girl’s torso melding as one. There would always be a thin line marking the spot, yes, but Virikai found himself endlessly fascinated with how resilient the human body (and most other racial beings’ bodies) seemed to mend themselves. Why was it that the skin would heal? Self-preservation, maybe - a survival skill learnt by ancestors over hundreds of arcs? The blue-skinned boy smiled to himself as he turned back to the girl, theorising that perhaps his skin would heal at a much faster rate, given his vastly over-developed sense of self-preservation.

Stop!” The Ice Prince’s harsh, cold voice caused the girl to stop mid-stretch. The smile remained on his lips, pleased at how quickly he was obeyed, seemingly without question. He wondered if the chance to cultivate a true relationship with a slave would produce as successful results without fail. It was something that he would have to pursue at a future date. “Unless you are a particularly masochistic breed of human, and would relish ripping open that wound and being stitched up again without intervention of pain-relief, I suggest you avoid stretching.

The Talius heir was satisfied with watching the girl wince. “Good. Lie down; I need to clean the site.” The girl hesitated for a moment, but when Virikai raised a brow expectantly, she did as he had requested. Stepping towards her, he placed the tray of swabs and antiseptic fluids down on the side table, ready for his use. Before he began, however, he extended his pale blue fingers along the incision site to check how it was holding up, now that the stitches had been removed. It looked a lot worse than it was, Virikai decided, as he felt the bobbles of the coagulated blood.

Picking up the first of the swabs, he dipped it a little into the antiseptic solution, and waiting only a few seconds for the swab to soak up some of the serum. Then he gently wrung it out slightly, to ensure that he wouldn’t be wasteful of the limited solution. Then, gently, he dabbed around the incision site, trying to remove all of the dried blood. However tempted he was to make his life easier, Virikai was careful to avoid dragging the swab against the skin. He knew from experience that if he were to do something like that, he risked pulling the skin too much and, thus, tearing the wound back open.

For the same reason, he did not even attempt to clean the actual wound itself clear of blood, for the coagulated blood acted as a protective barrier: both keeping blood in, and infection out. Painstakingly, he worked at wetting the rest of the dried blood, loosening it until it came away. His patient (as Virikai preferred to refer to them as when he was providing what the FRA called ‘aftercare’) was being remarkably well-behaved. As he worked, he glanced over to her and found that she was staring intently back at him. “How can you do this? You’re blind.

Returning his gaze back to the wound site, he smiled at the girl’s ignorance. Clearly this one wasn’t from the city, nor had she spent any time free within it. He wondered where she came from. “Though it might appear as such, the eídisi do not suffer from blindness any more than the average human. That is to say… it can happen, but no, the clouded eyes do not equate to blindness.” He stopped in he explanation, wondering why he was bothering to speak to the girl; he rarely indulged in conversation with his equals, so why bother with someone so inferior to him?
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As he continued to dab away at the dried blood, it was loose enough to gently wipe away the excess. He placed the bloodied swab onto the tray and exchanged it for a new one, which he wetted much like the first. Then, placing his fingers on the skin to keep the wound safe but pull the extra skin taut, he gently wiped the blood away. As he did, he saw the the girl’s pale, peachy skin was slightly red. Virikai knew that he had been rubbing the skin softly enough that the redness couldn’t be from friction, so he assumed (with his relatively limited medical knowledge) that the site might possibly be infected.

His eyes narrowed, irritated at the extra work he would now have to do. “What is it?” The girl must still have been watching him, and her voice had a distinctly panicked tone about it as she spoke. The Talius heir didn’t deign to answer, though, as he placed the swab down again. “Don’t move,” was all he commanded as he turned to source some extra equipment. Then, he frowned, trying to recall what he had once been taught. Was inflammation the initial response to trauma to the skin, or was it a lasting response?

The fact that the skin had started to heal (as was the purpose of the stitches being in place for some twelve days) meant that there shouldn’t be any infection… unless the girl was foolish enough to remove the bandages and roll in her own faeces. Which he doubted, given her seeming sensibilities. But it was a relatively deep wound that had been cut into her… no. Virikai trusted that Fahe had done all that was necessary to protect his assets, and this girl now numbered as one of them. Turning, he peered at the site again, and saw no yellowing pus, which he remembered was another common sign of infection. That cheered him slightly, and he turned back to continue clearing the blood.
A few more wipes and the excess blood had been entirely removed from the skin, only leaving a thin, long line of congealed blood covering the wound. With a new swab, he then dabbed the skin dry, being very careful to not get any cotton caught on the incision site - that would almost definitely cause an infection. That done, he picked up a protective pad and bandaging and, asking the girl to sit, placed the pad along the wound and proceeded to wrap the bandage around her torso, securing it in place.

He fixed the girl with a hard gaze, and spoke in a low voice. “It goes without saying that, should we notice any tampering with this bandage, you will find yourself severely limited in any movement for the rest of your stay with us.” Without hesitation, the girl nodded her understanding and his gaze softened, also nodding his head. “Stand up, I will return you to your… quarters.
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VIRIKAI TALIUS:
Skills:

  • Medicine - +3
  • Persuasion +1
  • Rhetoric +1
  • Intimidation +2
  • Socialization +1

Knowledges:

  • Basic
    • Medicine: Knowing degrees of patient consciousness.
    • Medicine: Removing sutures.
    • Medicine: comparing different races’ healing rates.
    • Ignoring futile struggling and foolish pleas from patients.
    • Work gets your mind off parental boorishness.
    • Even ‘drudge’ work is elite in the FRA.
    • When to answer patients’ questions, and when to ignore them.
  • Specific
    • Human Anatomy: Location of human diaphragm.
    • Medicine: Running stitches are not always easy to remove.
    • Medicine: taking care cleaning newly unstitched incisions
    • Medicine: congealed blood serves as protection for wounds.
    • Medicine: reddening skin is a sign of infection.
    • Medicine: yellowing pus is another sign of infection.
    • Head Researcher Selek Fahe: Recognizable suture patterns.
    • Supervisor Annelies Layne: tolerable.

Loot:

Sorry, too many malpractice suits, I guess. ;)


Injuries:

Only to your patients.

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Comments:

Sorry, as you know, job threads are moot this season.
For only skin-deep work, this was nicely detailed.
It looked like there were a few spots where small words got skipped or accidentally deleted, but it was still very easy to follow.
I enjoyed Virikai's "warm and cozy" bedside manner...lol :lol:
PM me with any comments or concerns :)
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