Kirigakure Hospital

[Zammy<3]

The Grounds.

- The Gardens.

• The most eminent aspect of the Kirigakure Hospital is its lush and well kept rose gardens. The gardens wind around the entire building, encasing it in a ring of flora. The roses are white, refusing to vary in color. Uniformity is a valued virtue here. Diamond encrusted pools of water dot the area, and white marble fountains are scattered throughout. This is where one might take a break from the stress of the ill's demands, and savor rest in one of the white marble patio sets, or take a relaxing walk along the marble path that snakes throughout the gardens. It's a place commonly used for rendezvous, but be warned; the mental patients that reside within Kirigakure Hospital have privileged outings to the gardens from five to six.
  

Floor One.

- Front Lobby/ Waiting Rooms.

• Centered at the front of the building is the lobby. Upon entering, white marble benches greet the eye, set up in an orderly fashion. This would be the first waiting room, with two others found on the other side of the doors located on either side of the front desk. At the desk is Michiru, a skilled medic and the face of Kirigakure Hospital. She runs things here in the lobby; if you wish to cross her, be prepared.

- The Staircase.

• Upon entering the Kirigakure Hospital, on your right and on your left are stationed two staircases, each with an assigned gaurdsman; these are expert shinobi. To get to any of the upper levels, an ID is required stating your name, rank, and profession.
  

- West Wing; Mental Patients' Quarters.

• It's self explanatory. This is where mental patients can be admitted, observed, diagnosed, and treated.
  

- East Wing; ER, Surgery, Deliveries, Check Ups.

• This is where our most promising medics can almost always be found. From the simplest check up to a serious heart surgery, the labrynth of rooms and hallways are always filled to the brim with bustling doctors and impatient patients.
  

Floor Two.

- West Wing; Indoor Greenhouse.

• A plethora of useful medicinal herbs can be found here, to serve as aids to the healing process by only the most expert medical ninjas.
  

- East Wing; Test Labs.

• Where experiments can be conducted, diseases can be cured, and lives can be saved. This series of rooms holds the trophy for the definition of "research".
  

Floor Three.

- Library.

• The library is massive, taking up an entire floor with tomes relating to various topics ranging from psychology and anatomy to philosophy and even fiction. A number of interns and students interested in the medical field spend their days in here, delighting in their books in the vast sunlit room, enjoying the top floor view through the floor to ceiling windows.
  

- The Towers.

• There are four towers; a north, a south, an east, and a west, each connected to a seperate wall of the third floor. These are the personal chambers and offices of the Head Medics, used as a residence as well as for private research purposes. These are at all times locked and banned from entering.
  

  - The South Tower. (Faces Front).
  
  A kunoichi's personal quarters is meant to be efficient, containing only the necessary items and furniture; a bed, and perhaps even a desk. Zamarron, however, is a highly personal individual and her chamber reflects her character, despite its white walls and carpet.
  
  No light shines through into this room, for the windows are covered in heavy black drapes. Her bed is a single, and its dressed in ebony. A plethora of black and gold venetian masks hang on the wall, their traumatized faces creating an overall haunting effect. Also on the walls are black and white paintings of owls, and scattered throughout the vicinity are crystal vases filled to the brim with white roses. White candles and vanilla incense dot the room, the bewitching scent soothing to the Black Queen. No pictures of loved ones exist within these walls, but a nearby black bookcase contains all of the vixen's personal scrolls and diaries.
  
  Her books were all passed down to her by deceased family members, and they are her most prized possessions, next to her black baby grand piano, of course. There she sits to compose and play her sinister melodies; this is her main hobby, next to reading. Located next to the bookcase is a black desk, topped with a small golden lamp. Across from the desk sits a massive black vanity set trimmed in gold, complete with the necessary make up and hair accessories. On the floor is a shimmering golden rug, and this completes the room's look.
  
  -The North Tower. (Faces Back/The Gardens).
  
  Warm. Open. Inviting. The north tower suits it's owner quite well and has been decorated in such a way that it is an accurate representation of the boy's soul. Countless, towering shelves line the walls, completely filled with numerous books and medicinal equipment. Aside from the windows, which are draped in bright, crimson banners, there are only a few spaces on the walls that aren't blocked by shelves.
  
  In one of these spaces, the various musical instruments are hung; guitars, ukuleles, violins, even a large harp sits against the wall. In another of the free spaces lies a wall covered in handwritten letters, most of which come from one particular person. The last bit of free wall space houses a large mirror; 10 feet tall, to be exact. Around 13 lanterns are scattered about the room, hanging from the ceiling; some are lower than others. Rather than a bed, the boy keeps a rather large couch sitting in the center of the room with a couple of armchairs surrounding it.
  

  
  

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[Zammy<3]

Then the screaming began.

The blood curdling shriek sent a chill crawling up Zamarron's spine. Her ears perked, and her protective instincts kicked in; whoever was in all that pain needed her, and needed her now. The woman sprinted down the hallways, following the flow of traffic throughout the hospital to her destination. She could tell she was nearing her goal, for her nurses were running up to her, their movements frantic and their faces absolutely horrified. "Zamarron-sama!" they yelled, their eyes widening with relief at the sight of her. "This way, hurry!" The doctor followed without hesitation.

The siren was lead into the ER, and then into a room where a woman, (obviously a kunoichi judging by her Kirigakure forhead protector wrapped around her waist), was screaming in utter agony. Zamarron looked over the patient, and was struck with the urge to wince as her eyes caught sight of the three arrows lodged into her chest. She had to action.

Immediately.

"Everyone, stand back!" she commanded.

She rushed to the woman's aid, noting that her IV had already been inserted and that her heartbeat was racing out of control. There could only be one explanation for why the kunoichi was in so much pain; the arrows had been dipped in poison. And now, the venom was spreading throughout her heart muscles, and there was only a matter of time before her life would be taken from her. Zamarron stood over the woman's chest, barking orders at specialized medics to hold the patient down while she executed her treatment. Focus, she thought. Control your breathing...

Focusing in on her chakra flow, the chuunin directed the sacred energy into her hands, concentrating on compacting it so that the chakra dangled off her palms by mere centimeters. This was meant to attatch to the bowl of water, which had already been brought to her, and outline a bubble of liquid, before picking it up out of the container completely to where it hovered over the patient's wounds. However, she could only treat one injury at a time; she needed assistance.

"Get Yuri in here!" the woman demanded, requiring the help of the genin. That girl better hurry the fuck up...

Now it was time; Zamarron gently pushed the liquid bubble into the patient's chest, (she didn't know how lucky she was that this first arrow hadn't hit her heart), attempting to ignore the victim's violent thrashing. Good thing her fellow medic ninja were there to keep her from throwing too much of a fit, what with their massive strength. And still, with the fight the kunoichi was putting up, Zamarron could tell that the bitch was strong.

"Hold still!" she bellowed, her command only inducing even more screaming.

Ahhhh! A bead of sweat cascaded down her brow, but one of her nurses caught it before it could descend off her flesh. She was getting frustrated, for this patient was proving to be extremely difficult. However still, her concentration was never lost. Her eyes narrowed as the bubble sunk delicately into her target's skin, focusing on encasing the heart muscles within the liquid. The goal was to extract any poison that had embedded itself into the cells, and come up with the venom, deeming the cells it had once plagued free of any poison.

Even so, Zamarron could see that the woman's time was running out at an alarming rate. She wasn't enough to care for all three fatal wounds, and everyone in the room knew it.

Hurry up, Yuri....

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[GOAT[ ★ ]]

Screams came from just about every door, yet, she hadn’t been called upon. It seemed, the genin was yet to be fit for such intense life-deciding moments. She spent her time in the hospital almost everyday with the exception of the odd times she would go on missions. And what did she expect from helping around with minimal task within the confines of this grim building. She expected for her big moment to come, for her name to be called up and for her opportunity to arrive. For her one shot at saving another beings life. For her one shot of conserving all the potential of this being. Her mentor of sorts, Zammy-Sama, had attempted to meet with the genin within the hospital on that day but every room she searched, there was no sign of the female. She sighed before falling back on a bench behind her. Elbows on her knees, hands on her cheeks, she clearly epitomized boredom. Despite the evident intensity going on around her, she did not have much interest considering she was excluded from such activity. That was until...

“Yuri!”

Maybe she had been hallucinating, that certainly had not been her mentors voice, who else would call upon her.

“Yuri!”

The voice rang out again, this time she truly looked around for its source, she witnessed the arrival of a nurse who spoke in a hurried tone.

“There’s no time to explain, follow me!”

She cocked her eyebrows in surprise, to astonished to even act at the moment until her wrist was pulled and she would be forced into a sprint.

“Where are we going?”

She questioned curiously, fully oblivious to her current situation.

“Emergency Room. Zammy-Sama needs your aid in saving the life of a Kunoichi.”

A grin appeared on her face despited the evident serious moment, this was her chance to prove her profession wasn’t simply a title.

“Brief me!”

The grin faded just as soon, seriousness soon replaced it. Her orders short and simple.

“Three poisonous arrows to the chest. If we don’t hurry... she’ll die.”

That was all she needed to know. Sprinting far faster than the nurse, she had reached the source of an ear-cracking scream. Quickly she pushed the door open and with a quick nod to the older medic, she went to work. She’d place her hands before one of the three wounds within the chest area. A aqua like bubble would from around the two open palms as she lowered her hands neatly above the injury. She was superior to her, but Yuri believed she would one day be equal to Zammy... one day, but not today. Fortunately her skills were enough to suppress the deadly poison. Soon, the poisonous particles would depart from its previous establishments, entering the aqua like orb as Yuri patiently extracted the poison. She ignored the trashing, she had been trained for this, she wouldn’t fail on her first attempt. A frown reached her face, sweat trickled down her cheek and eventually chin but had been quickly wiped away by a nearby helper. She took a deep breath, it was as if time slowed down through this defining moment.

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[Zammy<3]

"It's about time!" Zamarron snapped at the genin, as she came rushing into the room to immediately begin treatment. She knew that Yuri had been eager to prove herself to not only she, her mentor, but to the entire medic staff as well, along with, (eventually), the masses. Zamarron remembered when she had once been that way as well, under the watchful eye of her deceased sensei. The memories came swimming through her mind's eye of her as a little girl, her eyes sparking with the fire of determination. However, this was only for a moment; then he train of thought returned to the task at hand. Right. This kunoichi was dying. To put the responsibilty of saving a life into Yuri's hand would be a first- but this would be the girl's chance.

And she better not fuck it up.

"Remember what I told you!" the chuunin ordered over her patient's screams of agony. "Focus your chakra... shit!"

The poison was spreading.

She needed to work faster.

Concentrating once more on her chakra flow, the healer felt it surge through her veins, and be absorbed directly into her palms. Her hand hovered a small tub of water rather delicately, her countenance the epitome of seriousness. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, as to focus properly, and sure enough, the water would slowly attach itself to the woman's hand, before being lifted into the open air in the form of an orb. Got it. Now, the doctor knew that this process was painful... so she braced herself for it.

Leaning over the injured kunoichi's chest, she touched the orb of water to the wound... and shoved it violently through, as a means of creating enough friction to inhibit the venom from further spreading. Succesful, the chuunin then encased the plagued cells within the bubble, purging them of their poison. It seeped through each little membrane, and into the water; imprisoned, finally. With her opposite apendage, Zamarron manipulated her chakra into a magnetized energy, attracting the bubble of water through her flesh and out into the open, where she would effortlessly catch it.

Once caught, she pulled it out, just as ferociously as before when the action had been just the opposite, and through the transluscent orb of water the infamous poison could be easily seen. Still, there was more work to be done, for the grueling process had yet to be over. Moving her hand from over the wound to over the empty tub, Zamarron released the tainted water, being careful not to cause any splashing for fear of contaminating the room. "Alright," she said, directing her words at the kunoichi. "I must warn you; this is going to hurt." Even in her medicated state, the fact that the patient's pain receptors would be brutally harrassed was inevitable.

Demanding that the medics already holding the kunoichi down further restrain her with their massive strength, the musician would once again lean over the poor victim, chakra scalpel in hand. Putting a hand to the arrow's head, she cut through the flesh with expert precision. The screaming began once more, but she ignored it; she had to get this arrow out. Eventually, the arrowhead was exposed, and with her gargantuan strength, she delicately pulled it out, before tossing it on a nearby metallic tray that served for such purposes. Promoptly afterwards, both hands were put to the freshly opened wound, and a brilliant emerald light engulfed the room. After but a few minutes, Zamarron took her hands away. The wound had been completely healed.

The kunoichi let out a sigh of relief, for her pain had been reduced by one third.

"This one's out," Zamarron declared. "How're you holding up over there, Yuri?" she demanded.

She would then move onto the third and final arrow.

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[Zammy<3]

The third and final arrow had been embedded within the kunoichi's chest at the deepest level possible, and at the most dangerous angle. The only fortunate aspect was its location, for it was farthest away from the heart compared to the other two arrows. If Yuri had completed her treatment on the second arrow, then her assistance would be required for this one, as well. The situation had been relieved dramatically now that there was only one arrow left, but there was no mistaking the fact that the patient could still very much die. Zamarron and her pupil had to hurry up, or the kunoichi would surely meet her fate.

"Yuri," Zamarron commanded. "Take any residue poison from the heart muscles. I've got this handled." She looked back to the task at hand, channeling her chakra into her dominant left hand, creating a magnetized force field of sorts that would only attract H2O. Thus, when she placed her hand right over a small tub of water, the liquid aroused; it ascended into the air, to attach itself to the medic's palm. Now a bubble of fluid drooped from the healer's hand, and she moved it to where it hovered over the patient's wound.

She glanced at the kunoichi; her face was calm, now that most of the poison was out. She knew that such a tranquil countenance wouldn't be able to stay so serene for very long, for pain was well on it's way, yet again. Taking a deep breath before executing the eminent technique, the doctor raised her hand slowly, then quickly thrust the liquid bubble through the victim's chest, where it seized the poisonous arrowhead and began the short process of absorbing the venom. She could feel the miniscule cells regurgitate the poison that plagued them, relieved of such a deadly nuissance.

With her other hand she quickly created a second magnetized force field, attracting the liquid bubble that was but still underneath the kunoichi's flesh. It floated skyward, piercing through the skin and meeting up perfectly against Zamarron's palm. Through its transluscent skin, one could see the violet make up of the poisonous cells, floating harmlessly within the bubble. It was now did the woman pull it all the way out, before releasing the water into the empty basin that sat only arm's length away. She wiped her forehead with her own hand.

"This is taking forever..." she complained, nearly inaudibly.

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[Zammy<3]

The songstress sighed. She hated the fact that she needed another to get a job done; a job that should be solely hers to handle. However, a life lost at her expense meant money lost, and she couldn't afford to lose any money. Well, technically she could. In fact, she was very financially stable. It was only her impenetrable greed that would deem the notion void. Her mind wandered in circles with thoughts such as these, before one her nurses reminded her of the task at hand. "The arrow, Zamarron-sama," said a kind, gentle voice.

Zamarron blinked. Once. Twice. Then she turned to glare at the speaker. "I know!" she snapped, as if she hadn't been caught zoning out at all. It was obvious that the woman did not like to be reminded of her duties, for to her it felt as though she were taking orders. Zamarron, take orders from someone, anyone, inferior to her? Unheard of. She clicked her tongue, focusing her attention back on her patient. Summoning her chakra, she chanelled it towards her hand, creating a bright white light that would engulf the entire wound in its energy.

The chakra scalpel cut with expert precision around the arrow, leaving a space wide enough for it to be pulled out with any complications. Promptly afterwrds, whilst ignoring the thrashing and violent curses from what was apparantly a very sassy kunoichi, the musician took hold of the arrow, and swiftly pulled it out in one fluid motion. Being careful to avoid any contact with the arrowhead, which was very sharp, she threw it into the tray which held the other two arrows, and then immediately went back to work. Shosen no jutsu!

Her hand suddenly radiated with a beautiful emerald light, the healing energy surging into the wound from within her very veins. Focusing on the rebirthing of the cells, they were duplicated and then multipilied, teeming throughout the injury in massive numbers. There was pride in this kind of work, anyone could tell that, but even Zamarron couldn't dwell on her pride in this situation. Once the wound was completely healed, the light was dispersed, and she'd done it; all of the poison had been purged, all the arrows pulled out... and now the kunoichi's life had been saved.

She looked to Yuri. "Good work," she said, and then looked back over to her patient, giving her a hard stare. "And you... you'll be fine. Just rest for now until you're feeling better." With that, she would exit the room.

| Exit .

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[kasuke]

40 EXP


Nice job to XZammy!

[Mamushi]

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My kimono - a gift from myr Master - marked me as a woman of status of wealth; boy, if they knew -

"May I help you miss?"

The woman was small, with a mousy sort of disposition, with plain brown hair and big, doe-like eyes. She was pleasant, ans smelled of vanilla and cocoa - perhaps a lotion; civilian probably, or hoping to impress someone.

"Yes... my name is Kaguya Ijitome, and I am in need of my calcium deficiency treatment."

Her face started with fright, but then I fixed her with a blazing smile, and easily, as simply as blinking, inverted my posture to a more demure pose, misplaying my height and enhancing my youth.

"I'm starting to get pains, mam..." I trailed off pitifully, and right away, she took my by my arm and pulled my close, walking me herself to the ER.

"We'll get you fixed right up in a hurry, hon', don't ya' worry..."

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"Hello miss..."

"Ijitome," I began, stepping forward to shake his hand. "We are clansmen." I smiled prettily, my teeth as white as ivory and perfectly straight.

"That we are, Miss Ijitome, that we are..." he motioned for the nurse to do her thing, and she guided me to the bed where I reclined against the mattress, a soft sigh of contentment escaping my lips. Then I rolled over and prepared for the shot.

The shot worked the best, but hurt the worst. The powdered form was painless, but had to be taken more frequently. The liquid form, ingested rather than administered intravenously, was better than the powder, but not as good as the shot.

My ponderings where cut short by a blinding pain emanating from the base of my spine. I didn't cry out, though I wanted to, instead clenching the sheets and involuntarily shredding the mattress beneath me with an out-spray of bone.

"Sorry," I muttered pitifully. They rolled me over and gave me water to drink and food to eat - to replenish my energy - and withing forty minutes of entering the hospital, I was out again, my deficiency treated.
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