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.