In the Mouth of Madness
Disclaimer: I own nothing ..
Warning: AU, Angst.. Lot's and lots of Angst.. Possible Implied Yaoi later on..
Pairings: Possible Implied Muraki x Oriya, Muraki x Tsuzuki
".. And as the fallen angels cried out in utter agony,
God in heaven turned his head so as not to hear their cries.."
"Sensei?"
No Response.
"Sensei, she's gone. You can stop now. Sensei?"
Still no response, except perhaps a tightening of pale white fingers on the scalpel held in one hand. The young nurse hesitated for a moment before reaching out to lay a slender hand gently on the young doctor's arm. "Sensei, its over.. there's nothing more that can be done."
Finally a response. "I can still save her, be silent and let me work."
The nurse sighed softly, removing her hand from the doctor's arm. "She's gone Sensei. You did all you could." she said quietly.
"I've never lost anyone yet, I'm not beginning with her. I will save her still."
The nurse gave another soft sigh and turned away from the young doctor to leave the room in search for an orderly. Several moments later she was walking back towards the OR with an older man in tow. "He's never lost a patient before now, but I believe if we can just get him out of the room he'll come back to his senses."
The orderly nodded once as they closed the distance to the large double doors leading to the Operating Room. "It's always hard when they lose the first, it brings reality crashing in, showing them that no matter how good they believe they are, they have limits to what they can do."
She nodded as she laid her hand on the door handle. "True, but I just wish it hadn't been his own mother on the operating table. I think that's why its hitting so hard." she said as she pulled open the door. The orderly winced slightly in response and then looked into the room with a faint frown. The lights inside the room were out, plunging the room into complete darkness, almost.. he stepped inside and noticed their was still one dimly lit light in the room, swinging slowly back and forth as if it had been struck from the mounts that held it.
Walking inside the nurse went to find the light switches and turned them on, squinting as the bright lights suddenly filled the room again. The swinging light had half broken from its mounts and she brought her hand up to her lips to stifle the sudden gasp that tried to escape.
The orderly walked over to the table, where the young doctor was still attempting to work, blood dripped down one of the doctor's pale cheeks, falling onto the corpse's face. "Sensei.. give me the knife. It's time to stop this, she's gone and there's nothing more you can do." Closing one of his hands over the pale bloody wrist he twisted slightly to make the hand release the scalpel it held. The sudden hiss was the only warning he received to the other hand coming around to strike him.
Ducking slightly to avoid the attack, he tightened his grip on the wrist he held and moved to claim the other one before looking up at the other man's face and feeling the color drain from his face as it took in the state of the other man. The doctor glared at him, one eye a brilliant silver gray, the other a bloody socket half hid by a bloodied lock of white blonde hair. Several minutes later, he managed to knock the younger man out and let the nurse retrieve help to clean and fix the mess that had been made.
Disclaimer: I own nothing ..
Warning: AU, Angst.. Lot's and lots of Angst.. Possible Implied Yaoi later on..
Pairings: Possible Implied Muraki x Oriya, Muraki x Tsuzuki
".. And as the fallen angels cried out in utter agony,
God in heaven turned his head so as not to hear their cries.."
"Sensei?"
No Response.
"Sensei, she's gone. You can stop now. Sensei?"
Still no response, except perhaps a tightening of pale white fingers on the scalpel held in one hand. The young nurse hesitated for a moment before reaching out to lay a slender hand gently on the young doctor's arm. "Sensei, its over.. there's nothing more that can be done."
Finally a response. "I can still save her, be silent and let me work."
The nurse sighed softly, removing her hand from the doctor's arm. "She's gone Sensei. You did all you could." she said quietly.
"I've never lost anyone yet, I'm not beginning with her. I will save her still."
The nurse gave another soft sigh and turned away from the young doctor to leave the room in search for an orderly. Several moments later she was walking back towards the OR with an older man in tow. "He's never lost a patient before now, but I believe if we can just get him out of the room he'll come back to his senses."
The orderly nodded once as they closed the distance to the large double doors leading to the Operating Room. "It's always hard when they lose the first, it brings reality crashing in, showing them that no matter how good they believe they are, they have limits to what they can do."
She nodded as she laid her hand on the door handle. "True, but I just wish it hadn't been his own mother on the operating table. I think that's why its hitting so hard." she said as she pulled open the door. The orderly winced slightly in response and then looked into the room with a faint frown. The lights inside the room were out, plunging the room into complete darkness, almost.. he stepped inside and noticed their was still one dimly lit light in the room, swinging slowly back and forth as if it had been struck from the mounts that held it.
Walking inside the nurse went to find the light switches and turned them on, squinting as the bright lights suddenly filled the room again. The swinging light had half broken from its mounts and she brought her hand up to her lips to stifle the sudden gasp that tried to escape.
The orderly walked over to the table, where the young doctor was still attempting to work, blood dripped down one of the doctor's pale cheeks, falling onto the corpse's face. "Sensei.. give me the knife. It's time to stop this, she's gone and there's nothing more you can do." Closing one of his hands over the pale bloody wrist he twisted slightly to make the hand release the scalpel it held. The sudden hiss was the only warning he received to the other hand coming around to strike him.
Ducking slightly to avoid the attack, he tightened his grip on the wrist he held and moved to claim the other one before looking up at the other man's face and feeling the color drain from his face as it took in the state of the other man. The doctor glared at him, one eye a brilliant silver gray, the other a bloody socket half hid by a bloodied lock of white blonde hair. Several minutes later, he managed to knock the younger man out and let the nurse retrieve help to clean and fix the mess that had been made.