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“So…you want me to do what exactly?” Ricter would question while walking down a white hall that was pristine, cleaned repeatedly as the tiles were scrubbed to give a more sanitized look. Every part of the wall was white besides some of the doors being either brown for offices, having the label of ‘Dr.’ for each of them with a foggy glass window on it, or blue push doors for people who lack the strength to open easily. Along the way they would pass paintings, abstract art that showed shapes and forms that was out of the ordinary, nothing anyone would want to talk about for too long but the artist would surely be proud of their work being displayed. The weasel was wearing a simple uniform at the moment, he had on his plain brown shirt, and even some jeans, but over that he wore a white coat, one that reached down to his knees and went down over his arms. His name would be imprinted on it, ‘Dr. Casenger’ being on full display as he tried adjusting the coat.
“Easy, since you’ve finally become a doctor, I have a special patient you need to take care of today. Think of it as your initiation to becoming a full time doctor.” Next to him was Dr. Sorrel, a feral sylveon who wore purple rim glasses and had her own doctors coat on as well, made special for her to wear comfortably. Speaking to Ricter as they walked along the weasel gave a raised brow, not liking the idea of what she was hinting at, “Let me guess, is it going to be someone with an illness to make them smell like crap till its cursed? Or will be like yesterday where the person I was trying to heal punched me in the eye because they didn’t like swords?…I still don’t know why you and the other doctors couldn’t handle that one!” Complaining, as he had been for the past 5 days, he was given the bottom of the barrel for jobs here for that time period. From cleaning up after children, to trying to heal annoying and just plain rude patients who get banged up on a regular basis by the looks of it, it had been more than a pain for him.
But now that he was no longer just a nurse he felt like he could get something more done, actually heal people instead of fixing little ‘boo boo’s’ and paper cuts. Though this inauguration that Dr. Sorrel had planned made him question what she had in store as she grinned to his words. “Nothing so mundane as those activities, you need not worry your head Mr. Casenger, I believe you’ll have your skills be put to very good use soon enough.” She’d still be smiling, her tone cheerful but Ricters face stayed fairly plain and even squinting his eyes at her, obvious she was up too something but he wouldn’t question her much this time. She said this was the last ‘test’ that he had to do to become a doctor so he’d take it if it meant no more diaper changing new born animals and creatures that were twice his size if not more. Walking still they would come to the end of a hall, it seemed like an operation room area, complete with a glass viewing section and double doors that were currently bared from entry with an enchanted lock, made for keeping stuff in but of course only Dr. Sorrel knew that.
“Do you know whats in this room?” She’d ask him as he gave a resounding, “No? It’s completely dark.” Looking through the window it was completely dark inside, the whole area within was shaded in a layer of black that even some with good vision couldn’t make out what was inside, which was on purpose for at least what could be in there. “Oh right, guess you didn’t get the memo in your omnimail, very well I’ll give you a brief run down. Our patient, Mr. Goru, has gone through a streak of reverse sun damage, placed on him by a resentful mage. Any light will hurt and drive him into a migraine, so we have to keep the area dark, its not too bad but its something we normally can’t cure given our limited staff, so your job is to try and find a means of healing him in some shape or form. Judging form your skills I’m sure you will find some way of doing it.[/color]” Her explanation was vague, and even now as she would open the doors she would begin to walk into the dark room, Ricter following close as one of her ribbons would wrap around his sleeve, ensuring he wouldn't go too far.
“I..don’t know if I can heal something like that, I can make the pain die down for a bit but there’s no real way to fix something like that. Wait, is he in here just sleeping? Plus I thought you specialized in eliminating these kinds of special ailments.” Which was true, she was very keen on using both healing abilities and skills to ensure those afflicted with special conditions could get over them in time. She was one of the head doctors for a reason, and given the staff mostly consisted of maybe six doctors including Ricter now and a dozen nurses they worked hard for the city over all and tended to have a turn out time of a couple hours in some cases. “Thank you for the compliment however this is your patient, not mine, besides you’ll need to solve these cases too if your to become a doctor fully.” A fair point to make, but it would take longer than a week for him to learn how to heal something so vague and odd that it was hard not to wonder if she was making it up. Stopping, she would ensure he didn’t move any more as they stayed still in the darkness, her ribbon pulling away as he looked around, he couldn’t even see Dr. Sorrel next to him as he squinted and tried to make out the shape of something ahead of him.
“I mean- yeah, sure. Your right in a way but still, how the hell dose something like ‘reverse sun damage’ be treated? Also how do I know what I’m doing if everything so dark.” He’d give a small complaint, he felt like eh was being thrown to the wolves and expected to fail, but he’d wait on Sorrels familiar voice to guide him as she didn’t respond right away. In fact when she finally did respond to him it was over a loud speaker, “Lets make it a bit more bright for you then, shall we?” Instantly he would jump as the light shot on, even making him a bit blind by how blaring and bright they were. The area would reveal itself to him, showing a large room with white walls similar to the hall way outside of here, but the lights above were bright only to ensure that the operation table had no shadow spots for error. Which the operation table was actually empty, instead though he saw almost nothing but the large hulking figure of plant matter twisted and formed into what seemed like a person who was slumped over only meters away.
Shocked that he was seeing what looked like a sleeping Treent he was clearly startled and took a step back, looking down to see if Sorrel was here next to him but he wasn’t too shocked to see she was missing. The blinking outline of her body shape being next to him with arrows pointing in the back drop that she was behind the glass and the doors were closed only proved his fears, he had been played! “You didn’t tell me he was a fucking treent!” Ricter would yell as he looked back to the smiling sylveon who seemed to be happy she was in a nice safe place, far away from angry tree people who could probably squash her easily if enraged. “You never asked, Mr. Casenger.” Her rebuttal was swift as the Treenet began to wake up, slow and lumbering but large in size, making for every movement the mix of fungus, plant matter, and even small nests that creatures had stayed in; shake and move in various positions. Slowly he’d begin to rise out of his place on the floor, a deep wail of pain escaping him as his face opened up to show a mouth and Ricter covered his ears, it seemed he was reacting to the light. A cruel twist of fate that he was forced to stay in the dark to not feel the pain of staying in the light, which as he inspected him his body seemed withered and dried out in some areas.
He hadn’t taken in light for some time it seemed and his body was dying, if this kept up he’d be dead with in a couple days if he didn’t get sun light soon, but the pain must have been too hard to bare. But he was a bit too worried about the tree beginning to move now, legs lifting up in stomping motions as they wailed again, this time sap filled eyes would look down at Ricter as he knew this wasn’t a good sign. The treenets foot would raise up as the weasel pulled out his sword, ready to counter but he realized he couldn’t fight the tree normally, they were just in pain and going off of rage, not too mention they came here for help, not to be diced up, so he’d charge his blade and leave it as a healing power instead. Still once he began to see the foot try to crash down on top of him he got the quick idea to jump out of the way, landing some feet later with some reprieve in his breathing but he would quickly go to the glass and begin banging on it. Behind it were more doctors, seemingly having join in to ‘enjoy the show’ so to speak, which only made the weasel growl. “Let me out of here you bastards! He’s going to kill me!”
“I beg to differ, I’ve seen you take strikes most would crumble from, I’m sure being stepped on by Mr. Goru wont harm you much.” Which the other doctors behind her would snicker and smile, seemingly having a ball watching the weasel flail and panic a bit at fighting such a large enemy. Which he was quick to attempt to open the door, but no matter what force he placed on it the door wouldn’t budge, leaving him in a room with an angry sour treent that wanted nothing more than to turn him into his personal stress ball. Granted now all they could hear is Ricters barking, throwing out curses and how he would do horrible things to their mothers if he got out of there, which only made them laugh the harder when another stomp would come down and he’d barely escape it as it seemed his little test was beginning.
“Easy, since you’ve finally become a doctor, I have a special patient you need to take care of today. Think of it as your initiation to becoming a full time doctor.” Next to him was Dr. Sorrel, a feral sylveon who wore purple rim glasses and had her own doctors coat on as well, made special for her to wear comfortably. Speaking to Ricter as they walked along the weasel gave a raised brow, not liking the idea of what she was hinting at, “Let me guess, is it going to be someone with an illness to make them smell like crap till its cursed? Or will be like yesterday where the person I was trying to heal punched me in the eye because they didn’t like swords?…I still don’t know why you and the other doctors couldn’t handle that one!” Complaining, as he had been for the past 5 days, he was given the bottom of the barrel for jobs here for that time period. From cleaning up after children, to trying to heal annoying and just plain rude patients who get banged up on a regular basis by the looks of it, it had been more than a pain for him.
But now that he was no longer just a nurse he felt like he could get something more done, actually heal people instead of fixing little ‘boo boo’s’ and paper cuts. Though this inauguration that Dr. Sorrel had planned made him question what she had in store as she grinned to his words. “Nothing so mundane as those activities, you need not worry your head Mr. Casenger, I believe you’ll have your skills be put to very good use soon enough.” She’d still be smiling, her tone cheerful but Ricters face stayed fairly plain and even squinting his eyes at her, obvious she was up too something but he wouldn’t question her much this time. She said this was the last ‘test’ that he had to do to become a doctor so he’d take it if it meant no more diaper changing new born animals and creatures that were twice his size if not more. Walking still they would come to the end of a hall, it seemed like an operation room area, complete with a glass viewing section and double doors that were currently bared from entry with an enchanted lock, made for keeping stuff in but of course only Dr. Sorrel knew that.
“Do you know whats in this room?” She’d ask him as he gave a resounding, “No? It’s completely dark.” Looking through the window it was completely dark inside, the whole area within was shaded in a layer of black that even some with good vision couldn’t make out what was inside, which was on purpose for at least what could be in there. “Oh right, guess you didn’t get the memo in your omnimail, very well I’ll give you a brief run down. Our patient, Mr. Goru, has gone through a streak of reverse sun damage, placed on him by a resentful mage. Any light will hurt and drive him into a migraine, so we have to keep the area dark, its not too bad but its something we normally can’t cure given our limited staff, so your job is to try and find a means of healing him in some shape or form. Judging form your skills I’m sure you will find some way of doing it.[/color]” Her explanation was vague, and even now as she would open the doors she would begin to walk into the dark room, Ricter following close as one of her ribbons would wrap around his sleeve, ensuring he wouldn't go too far.
“I..don’t know if I can heal something like that, I can make the pain die down for a bit but there’s no real way to fix something like that. Wait, is he in here just sleeping? Plus I thought you specialized in eliminating these kinds of special ailments.” Which was true, she was very keen on using both healing abilities and skills to ensure those afflicted with special conditions could get over them in time. She was one of the head doctors for a reason, and given the staff mostly consisted of maybe six doctors including Ricter now and a dozen nurses they worked hard for the city over all and tended to have a turn out time of a couple hours in some cases. “Thank you for the compliment however this is your patient, not mine, besides you’ll need to solve these cases too if your to become a doctor fully.” A fair point to make, but it would take longer than a week for him to learn how to heal something so vague and odd that it was hard not to wonder if she was making it up. Stopping, she would ensure he didn’t move any more as they stayed still in the darkness, her ribbon pulling away as he looked around, he couldn’t even see Dr. Sorrel next to him as he squinted and tried to make out the shape of something ahead of him.
“I mean- yeah, sure. Your right in a way but still, how the hell dose something like ‘reverse sun damage’ be treated? Also how do I know what I’m doing if everything so dark.” He’d give a small complaint, he felt like eh was being thrown to the wolves and expected to fail, but he’d wait on Sorrels familiar voice to guide him as she didn’t respond right away. In fact when she finally did respond to him it was over a loud speaker, “Lets make it a bit more bright for you then, shall we?” Instantly he would jump as the light shot on, even making him a bit blind by how blaring and bright they were. The area would reveal itself to him, showing a large room with white walls similar to the hall way outside of here, but the lights above were bright only to ensure that the operation table had no shadow spots for error. Which the operation table was actually empty, instead though he saw almost nothing but the large hulking figure of plant matter twisted and formed into what seemed like a person who was slumped over only meters away.
Shocked that he was seeing what looked like a sleeping Treent he was clearly startled and took a step back, looking down to see if Sorrel was here next to him but he wasn’t too shocked to see she was missing. The blinking outline of her body shape being next to him with arrows pointing in the back drop that she was behind the glass and the doors were closed only proved his fears, he had been played! “You didn’t tell me he was a fucking treent!” Ricter would yell as he looked back to the smiling sylveon who seemed to be happy she was in a nice safe place, far away from angry tree people who could probably squash her easily if enraged. “You never asked, Mr. Casenger.” Her rebuttal was swift as the Treenet began to wake up, slow and lumbering but large in size, making for every movement the mix of fungus, plant matter, and even small nests that creatures had stayed in; shake and move in various positions. Slowly he’d begin to rise out of his place on the floor, a deep wail of pain escaping him as his face opened up to show a mouth and Ricter covered his ears, it seemed he was reacting to the light. A cruel twist of fate that he was forced to stay in the dark to not feel the pain of staying in the light, which as he inspected him his body seemed withered and dried out in some areas.
He hadn’t taken in light for some time it seemed and his body was dying, if this kept up he’d be dead with in a couple days if he didn’t get sun light soon, but the pain must have been too hard to bare. But he was a bit too worried about the tree beginning to move now, legs lifting up in stomping motions as they wailed again, this time sap filled eyes would look down at Ricter as he knew this wasn’t a good sign. The treenets foot would raise up as the weasel pulled out his sword, ready to counter but he realized he couldn’t fight the tree normally, they were just in pain and going off of rage, not too mention they came here for help, not to be diced up, so he’d charge his blade and leave it as a healing power instead. Still once he began to see the foot try to crash down on top of him he got the quick idea to jump out of the way, landing some feet later with some reprieve in his breathing but he would quickly go to the glass and begin banging on it. Behind it were more doctors, seemingly having join in to ‘enjoy the show’ so to speak, which only made the weasel growl. “Let me out of here you bastards! He’s going to kill me!”
“I beg to differ, I’ve seen you take strikes most would crumble from, I’m sure being stepped on by Mr. Goru wont harm you much.” Which the other doctors behind her would snicker and smile, seemingly having a ball watching the weasel flail and panic a bit at fighting such a large enemy. Which he was quick to attempt to open the door, but no matter what force he placed on it the door wouldn’t budge, leaving him in a room with an angry sour treent that wanted nothing more than to turn him into his personal stress ball. Granted now all they could hear is Ricters barking, throwing out curses and how he would do horrible things to their mothers if he got out of there, which only made them laugh the harder when another stomp would come down and he’d barely escape it as it seemed his little test was beginning.