Iwa Hospital~

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Iwa Hospital !

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One of the top medical facilities in Tsuchi No Kuni. This building offers the latest breakthroughs in medicine, a highly qualified staff, as well as the softest beds around. Dedicated professionals in the healing arts make themselves readily available for the wounded in this symmetrical, blue roofed establishment. Its interior hallways and rooms are kept at the utmost level of cleanliness, ensuring a good chance at full recovery for its patients. To the rear of the hospital rests a greenhouse containing herbs collected from every known region. From poisons to antidotes, the amount of energy placed into maintaining a pharmaceutical edge over foreign competitors is immense. Oh, and theres hot nurses for the guys out there in need of 'sexual healing', aha.

Rules~[/color]

x This thread is non death enabled. Keep all fights out, obviously.

x Unless a native of Iwa, when being treated there is a fee of 1000 ryo. Any medics that ICly heal another character will be rewarded 1000 ryo and 50 EXP.

x Training here is allowed but it's for Iwagakure medical shinobi only. Furthermore I'd prefer if only medic related techniques are trained here.

x Keep all the OOC bullshit to yourself. Nobody cares.[/size]



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Myrcella, as the Lord of Souls had renamed her, never remembered what came between the visions. She only had faint memories of simply blissful darkness, a void of complications and turmoil, where she found herself alone and calm. Between the visions she simply existed, her thoughts a blank canvas left bare, free to imagine things that she had never imagined before. The darkness had been unsettling at first, but when she had realized that she would live forever between these visions and black episodes, she began to love them, love the prison of her mind. The darkness was soon replaced by its opposite, it's opponent, pure, unbridled light. It was warm, and it was the messenger that let her know that her god would soon be speaking to her. His voice, when he decided to use it was warm and inviting, reminiscent of all the voices she had loved in her life. Of her father, her brothers, her past lover and even her mother and close friends. She could even remember the accent that belonged to her grandmother's voice, the woman who had taught her all. But all these people were from her previous life. Faint memories, images that held no emotional ties. She could barely comprehend their names anymore. But this time there was no voice. She stood in what she remembered to be Blast City. The large volcano and its arid aroma flooded her senses. A warm cloak of indigo was upon her shoulders, keeping her warm as she walked along the hard ground. People were walking about, doing their own work. The familiar chatter of playing children filled her ears. In the distance she noticed a man she had never seen before. She noticed him quickly due to this blonde hair and red eyes. He was peculiar, different. She sensed an energy coming from him. A taint, one that the Lord of Souls did not like...

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''Day three hundred and sixty three.'' The nurse got to her daily chores, arranging the young woman's pillow, making sure the intravenous device kept the young coma patient alive was well function, and all other tasks that she had been required to do to make sure the kunoichi was well taken care of, even if she had been in a coma for more than a year. The nurse also made sure that the patient had not dirtied her undergarments during the night. Today was the Medical Nin's weekly visit and she needed to be presentable for the different testes that would be administered. The nurse proceeded to her other tasks that would further help the doctor when he arrived. Noting the pulse, reviewing the pulses that had been noted during the night. The young nurse had been taking care of Myriam for the last three months. She usually finished all of her tasks after fifteen minutes and then proceeded to read the newspaper to the sleeping kunoichi, hoping that somehow the strawberry blond could here, and so that once she woke, if she would ever, she would be up to date on the happening of Iwagakure. ''Kara.'' ''Doctor Fusaki.'' The nurse answered as she turned around and politely smiled toward the medical ninja that had entered the room. The girl handed a notepad to the doctor that held all the information she had gathered only a few minutes ago. The man dressed in all white read quickly what was written from behind his glasses, nodding every so often. He cleared his throat with a cough before crossing the distance between his original location and the bed where the beautiful woman slept. He opened her eyelids and studied her eyes, flashing a small pocket flashlight to note her reflexes. He checked her pulse, opened her mouth and inspected her vital signs some more, as the nurse had do before. Her pressed a hand to her chest, the hand glowed with healing energy as he tried to notice if there was a problem. ''There is no change. Has she had any visitors?'' The doctor asked calmly. Kara the nurse shook her head negatively. ''Not in the last month, her parents came for a whole year but I believe they have given up.'' She told the Fusaki. The doctor smiled uneasily at the nurse's words. In the world of shinobi, it was rare to have such a condition he had to admit. Most of the patients were gravely injured or suffering ailments that he could treat. But such a peaceful coma could not be resolved by any means the medical ninja had studied. Forcing her to awaken could have disastrous effects he had theorized. He left without another word. Kara resumed her seat and opened the paper. She searched for an article that might interest the sleeping beauty. The footsteps of the doctor died down before she decided which article to read out loud. Though before she even began to speak she heard a movement. ''MY LORD!'' Myriam cried out as she sat on her bed, her eyes staring at nothing in particular, her chest rising and falling with heavy breathes.

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''How long has it been?'' She asked, her voice unsteady. She had sat herself on the side of the bed, her legs dangling down. Her hands clenched the side of the thin mattress as she inspected its worth, which was not much. Her hair had lightened, it had also grown a lot. Instead of straight, orange hair, she now had curls of strawberry locks. She had seen them in her dreams, but it had been so alien that it had not made any sense to her. But now that she was sitting up in her bed, she understood that this was no vision. Her brown eyes settled upon the nurse who's mouth was opened ajar, staring deeply into the medic's eyes. Myrcella could not say she knew the nurse, she had probably been new. The medic remembered a time when she knew every face in the hospital. She looked out the window, still sitting on her bed, the city seemed the same, it would take a lot for the stone to change. ''A year, I'm so sorry, Myriam.'' The nurse answered, she had rediscovered the ability to mouth her mouth it seemed. She cried oncoming tears with the back of her hands, trying to keep herself under control in a moment that was so touching. ''It's Myrcella.'' The woman answered, with a voice that was harsher than she had expected. She held her throat, noticing how dry it had been. The nurse, noticing the movement hurried out of the room and returned with a tray, on it was a glass of cool water and some hospital food. It was as if Myrcella did not even notice the food, instead she downed the glass of fluid and rose to her feet. She was taller. And her chest fuller. She looked around the room, the hospital gown modest, but not her style. She slowly disconnected the IV from her arm before running her fingers along her skin, mending the puncture with her healing hands. She turned her attention to the nurse. ''Thank you for helping me, but there are matters I must attend to.'' She explained calmly. Once she returned to the Nade Manor and got into some clothing, she would be able to perform her lord's will. She walked toward the door, where the doctor now stood. His expression was that of surprise, not unlike that of the nurse. He had just taken her vital signs, he had not expected her to awaken. Myrcella did not look at the man for more than a few seconds. She stalked forward, her movements oddly graceful and full of purpose for a woman who had been comatose about five minutes ago. And so she made her way out of the hospital and into her new life. A life basked in the glory of her new god. ''His will is my own.'' --Exit

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M: +28 EXP