- 9:29 am

The day started off like any day would. In fact, it seemed more lively than other days. And while doctors and nurses sluggishly dragged themselves to the hospital, they couldn't help but stop, and enjoying a simple cup of coffee. Many who were friends met up in front of the hospital doors, chatting among themselves before stepping into the new atmosphere. This was a place were attitudes changed, and concentration went up. Of course, there was a lot of pressure that came when working in that specific hospital. It had been in the top five of the best hospitals in the country for a solid three years. Many praised the new hospital director that took over. Before him, the building wouldn't even be looked at twice.

At nine twenty-nine in the morning, an elite group of doctors found themselves scattered throughout the pristine white building. Most hand their hands stained red, well the gloves, as thy operated on different patients.

The acclaimed neurosurgeon Bishamon was tucked away in an operating room, hacking away at a damaged brains with various instruments and tools. Nurses around her never lost their entertainment, no matter how many times they watched her. She was smooth with her hands, gliding each metallic tool carefully and swiftly. Time was something she certainly did not have. Hesitation could cause a table death, something she vowed to eradicate. Killing people was against her morals, as most doctors now seemingly became corrupted from money and promotions. The doctor rose to status, with her God-given talents.

In the next operating room over stood two respected surgeons. The pair usually worked together on multiple operations, as their precision and concentration were on par with each other. They were more of emergency surgeons, operating on a helpless victim who was hit by a car. The youth these days. You would think we would have suffered some head trauma, but he sustained critical abdomen injuries. While Iki Hiyori sutured some open wounds, Kazuma worked to drain blood from the internal bleeding that occurred on the way to the hospital.

The maternity suite was a different story. A young pink haired lady dashed from one end to the other, as she quickly put on her facial mask. She goes by the name Kofuku, a name most coworkers didn't dare to say. She was a bad luck charm throughout the hospital, especially in the birthing rooms. Women complained of intense pain, and most complications happened on her end than anywhere else. However, she was the one who got the job done, as quickly and smoothly as possible. And down below, her secret lover worker as well.

A tall man stood at the computer in the children's examination room, his fingers quickly typing information into corresponding slots. Pulling away from the area, he quickly disinfected his hands before grabbing his speculum. He gently held the child's tongue down with a tongue depressor, nodding in agreement from his mental hypothesis. A throat infection. Nothing too radical, luckily, but he would have to prescribe antibiotics. The child smiled the best he could, while the doctor explained the diagnosis to his mother.

In the oncology unit, an older man had just finished removing a tumor out of a patient. It was a rewarding always rewarding, to him at least, when he could remove cancerous clumps. Tenjin, a nice but braggy fellow, was washing his hands when one of his assistants came up to him. They had found some cancerous cells in a patient who had just been admitted in a different unit, the man quickly drying his hands so that he could look at the files and prepare for what came next.

Psychiatrist Kuraha was writing down the information need to prescribe medicine for a client he was seeing. Depression was becoming a high trend among adults, and the young woman in front of him had shown severe symptoms of it. His calm personality allowed her to open up a bit, he was thankful, but she was still closing away from her true problems. Despite not having any hands on experience, he received a lot of clients a day from different mental disorders and triggers. Stretching out slightly, he gently tapped the pen against the notebook as he waited for the last minutes of the session to come.

And then there was Yato, a registered nurse. He was sitting back on his break, finding the unusually happy morning a great scene to enjoy his short time alone. Kicking back, he opened a can of flavored water while munching away on an energy bar. Everything seemed great. Although he life kinda sucked at the moment, he was thankful to still have his job. It was a long year, after he had been accused of killing patients. He would never do such a thing! Even though other showed doubts, Yato was never the one to back away from a challenge. It's what made people better. That also caused trouble in his career, as he often acted based on his beliefs and not the hospitals. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and inhaled the somewhat crisp air.

Everything was great, until the clocks hit nine-thirty.

His eyes shot open as the ground began to rumble, shake in that matter. Civilians stopped in their tracks, holding their items as they inspected their surroundings. Everyone became confused, a little panicked, but confused. That was when the first structure fell. Pieces of metal came crashing to the ground as Yato dropped everything he had and ducked for cover. One by one, cement and other foundations toppled to the ground as everything continued to shake. Cars stopped moving and the sound of people screaming filled his ears, smoke entering through his nose and filling his lungs. Loud booms and bangs intensified, lights and powered screens turned off.

When the rumbling stopped, Yato opened one eye to make sure he was somewhat safe. A little sore from throwing his body down, the nurse stood up slowly and gaped as he noticed his surroundings. Buildings cracked and crumbled under pressure, water pipes shot water into the dusty sky, fires sprouted in different areas of the city. No, this couldn't be happening! They were improving the city's quality to somewhat withstand a disaster like this. The city, the one he called home, was no falling apart. It looked like someone had ravaged the city, destroying everything in their path. Nothing was cheerful or aesthetic anymore, just sad and depressing.

But this was no time to stand and stare. He had to go and find victims, survivors, anyone who needed his help. His ears rang when a voice cried out through some rubble, a flash of blond waving in the smokey wind. He didn't have much on him, enough to make some minor improvements at best. But his eyes caught hold of an ambulance, the paramedics also searching around for anyone to help.

He couldn't wast another moment not doing anything. The clock was racing, and ticking.