(We need more Naomi stories here, seriously!
We need a lot of things here-- for example, stories that center around Hans, and around Kenneth Blackwell, and not around Derek-- but we really need more Naomi stories.
Hence, the creation of this little story here.
Just as a note... in all my other stories, speaking in Japanese is indicated by a set of hyphens... but here, it's not. Because Japanese is the native language of Japan.
Anyone who says otherwise shall be shot. :D
On a side note, excrescence is my new favorite word. It means "tumor." :D
Naomi Kimishima © Nintendo
Dr. Arakawa © Me
The inspiration for the name © Hiromu Arakawa
Deftera © Nintendo)
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Life of Secrets
Chapter One- Exceptional
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Young surgeons were not allowed to operate alone, according to the Japanese medical system...
But twenty-seven-year-old Naomi Kimishima was an exception.
One look at her, and you could tell that the Japanese surgeon was a far cry from any definition of the word "normal." Part of her long, silvery hair, the same hue as her shimmering eyes, was twisted into an elegant knot on the side of her head, letting the rest hang down around her shoulders.
Even without her heels, Naomi towered over her fellow countrymen, standing just over six feet tall.
Whenever she had something she wanted to say in secret- for example, when she cursed at the sight of tumors, like the ones that her current patient had- she would say it in English, which was a language that few other Japanese citizens spoke.
And, she thought grimly as she took the laser into her thin hand, there was another secret about her...
One that she refused to share with anyone else.
Carefully, Naomi burned away the large tumors and the smaller ones that spawned from them. Noticing that the patient's vitals were lower than she cared for them to be, she quickly injected a syringe full of stabilizer into his side.
"This can't be all that was wrong with him," she muttered as she placed the syringe back onto the surgical tray. "So what am I missing--"
Naomi's silvery eyes suddenly widened as four... things, two blue and two red, appeared on the surface of the organ, skimming across the lung, occasionally leaving large black and white tumors in their wake.
"What on earth...?!"
Naomi decided that there would be a better time and place for that question; now was only the time to try and help the patient that was lying on the operating table.
Naomi quickly lasered away the stationary tumors before focusing her attention onto the moving ones.
"How am I supposed to stop something that moves so fast...?!" she murmured. "...maybe the laser will work on them..."
She eventually cursed; all that plan resulted in was several laser burns that leaked blood on the lung tissue.
"Scratch that idea, then," she growled, taking the antibiotic gel and carefully spilling it over the wounds. "Let's try something else then, shall we?"
Her patience grew thin as slicing, lasering, draining and using the ultrasound to locate a possible underlying cause all proved useless in helping her remove the moving growths. Sighing frustratedly, she injected more stabilizer into her patient before burning away at the new tumors that had formed--
The two blue excrescences bounced into each other...
Her silvery eyes widened in shock as four large, pale tumors appeared, seriously lowering the patient's vitals.
"What the...!?"
Getting over her surprise, Naomi quickly eliminated the growths, trying to eradicate them before they could spurt out mini-tumors...
Her reward for treating them was several more tumors, both black and white, spotting the organ with their abnormal hues.
Desperately, the silvery-haired surgeon burned them away, but not fast enough; a sea of small cysts began to engulf the organ. Naomi glanced up to see where the vitals were at-- only at thirty, and plummeting rapidly...
There was no other choice... she didn't want to risk anyone finding out, but if she didn't use it, he would certainly die...
The faint image of a magenta star flashed in Naomi's mind.
Naomi pointed the laser at the smaller tumors, glancing up at the monitor as the abnormal growths disintegrated...
Fifty-five, and rising.
Smiling grimly, Naomi removed all of the tumors as her most closely-guarded secret helped to stabilize her patient--
"Dr. Kimishima, please abort the procedure."
Startled, Naomi looked up towards the doorway; the head surgeon of her hospital, Dr. Arakawa, swiftly approached her, his dark eyes flashing as he looked over the rims of his glasses to his former resident.
"Sir, I know I can treat him," Naomi protested. "I just need a little more time to--"
"You've been in here for nearly three hours," Dr. Arakawa interjected, frowning slightly. "I will kindly ask you once more to abort the procedure."
"...yes, Dr. Arakawa."
Suppressing her anger, Naomi sutured the wound shut. After applying a liberal amount of antibiotic gel to the closed wound, she carefully laid a strip of bandage on top of the stitches.
"...how will I explain to his family that I couldn't--"
"I will explain on your behalf. If it has taken you this long and he has not even been cured, then it cannot be a normal disease that he has. ...go home and rest, Naomi. Your shift ended almost an hour ago."
Sighing, Naomi Kimishima reluctantly left the operating room... but not before taking one final glance at the patient's vitals.
Eighty... and falling.
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(End chapter one.
Well now, poor Naomi has failed at an operation! Oh noes! What shall happen next?
Please review!)