Third person
"Mmm… clamps."
"Clamps." Metal tongs clasped around the artery.
"Get me some… scissors."
"Scissors." Muscle was snipped from the joint.
"Put on a more… groovy song." She turned her head back to the operating table, "Hmmm…. Scalpel."
"Scalpel." An clean cut separated the muscle fissures.
"Ah…. There's our little friend. Tweezers."
"Tweezers." She plucked the burrowing parasitic Grimm from its hole on the bicep femoris muscle tissue. Flicking it onto the try, she looked closely for more.
Without looking away, she ordered, "Someone take care of that." She pulled out another parasite. "This one, too."
"Ms. Rose, why the clamp?"
Ah right, interns. "In case one slipped away, didn't want it having such an easy pathway to the heart."
"And the music?"
"Something to get down to." Confused looks. "I like to dance a bit during these things." She looked up at the x-ray.
"Isn't that dangerous and against protocol?"
"Yeah." She switched her gaze between the open thigh and the X-ray. "What do you see?" Two heads cocked forward and stared intently at the leg.
"N-nothing?" she was nervous, she really didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Was she supposed to?
"Right, which means that one of our little friends has moved…" she scrutinized the the open leg, analyzing every inch as she lowered her gaze. Checking over the knee, the shin, her eyes settled on a lump in on the top of the foot. "Ah, there you are. You're quite the runner, you made it so far, and yet, in the end, it doesn't even matter. Hand me that whirly saw vrrr thing."
The interns exchanged confused glances, "I'm sorry, the what?"
"You know, that vrrr spinning cutter upper spinner whirler thing. It has an orange button."
One picked up the only thing that could even remotely be related to such a description.
"Thanks." Flipping on the tool, she slowly lowered the rotating saw to the foot.
"Why aren't you using a scalpel to open it up first?"
"It would be a lot of working around since I can't cut directly at it since it's so close to the surface. So instead, I'm going to make a little door." The saw cut into the tissue, a clean cut. With practiced ease, she tilted the saw and made a minimal slit within. Flipping off the saw and grabbing the tweezers again, she reached in and pulled out the last invader. Flicking it over to join it's now-dead friends. "Would you kindly sew him up?" She pointed at the male intern. "Would you come with me." The female one.
The boy sighed in relief and grabbed the surgical needle and thread. The girl, gulped.
Exiting the operating room, Ruby and the girl were in the foyer before. Disposing of their gowns, masks, and gloves, they were ready to move on.
"Is there something wrong, Ms. Rose." She tried her best to hide her rising anxiety.
"Nope, I just wanted to treat a cute girl to lunch. Where you wanna go?" Ruby looked at the girl with an innocent, genuine smile.
"Seriously?" The girl's eyebrows raised in shock. Ruby giggled.
"Yup. Wanna go to… that Atlasian place that just opened up?"
"Isn't that expensive? I wouldn't want to-"
"Nonsense, it's settled." The two continued down the hall, a particular white haired man dressed in green caused Ruby to freeze in her tracks. "I'll meet you in the lobby."
The intern nodded and continued on her way. Ozpin approached. "Hello, Ms. Rose."
"Hello, how may I help you. Let's not make small talk, I have a date with a cutie."
Ozpin grinned, "Right, I want you to join Beacon, to be a huntress."
"No, I'll give you my full explanation as to why tomorrow, but for now, I gotta a date."
Ozpin gave a slight laugh, "Of course, have a good time."
With a smile and a nod, Ruby walked past and rejoined with the intern.
Third person
Ruby sighed happily as she stretched. Throwing off her silk covers, she made her way over to the needlessly large bathroom. Marble sinks and granite flooring, the bathroom was so rich, one could only imagine the rest of the flat.
Stepping into the kitchen, her hand idly glided across the granite counter top island. Walking up to the extensive fridge, she opened the door to the cold chamber. In an amazing cliche event, most of the fridge consisted of red foods. To which, she snickered to herself. Cherries, strawberries, raspberries, cut watermelon, red apples, if it was red and edible it was in the fridge.
Grabbing a strawberry-flavored yogurt, she shut the door and made her way over to the full wall windows which overlooked the part of Vale. Peace filled her. Then she frowned, I have to message Ozpin. Sighing, she threw away her empty pudding cup and sat down on her comfortable, push couch, and pulled the slim gaming laptop onto her lap.
Dear Professor Ozpin,
I guess I should be flattered that you came to me in person {blah blah blah, formalities formalities formalities}
My desire to be a huntress has been removed. {Blah blah blah oath to do no harm yadda yadda yadda} We both know the true reasoning behind this. I cannot raise my Crescent Rose against anything - whether it be Grimm, Faunus, or Man - again. Never again. I've moved on and do not wish to return.
It is with great sorrow that I must decline your generous invitation {Humble statement, apology, closing statement}
Sincerely, Dr. Rose.
Ozpin's PoV
She really did get back with me. I opened the message, already knowing what it's going to say, I read through it anyway. Coming across her bracketed statements, I couldn't help but grin. She's honest and efficient as always. Still, it's amusing to see that she "cuts time" by simply adding what should be there instead of actually putting it there.
A knock on the door signaled the arrival of Glynda. "No luck with Rose?"
"No, but she'll come around." Glynda sighed and shook her head.
"We are wasting a lot of energy on trying to recruit someone with no interest, why?"
"She's rather talented with her weapon, and she has varying medical degrees; she has everything from surgery to diagnostics mastered."
"But she obviously doesn't want to be here, and we can't blame her after that incident."
I frowned, "Yes, well, it would be incredibly beneficial to have her. Despite the tragedy."
Glynda just rolled her eyes and stepped out. How to convince her? I sipped my mug and leaned back in the chair.
Third person
"Symptoms of tachycardia arrhythmia, go."
"Pain in the chest."
"Dizziness and fainting."
"Light-headedness and shortness of breath."
"Good, good. Good job." Ruby stopped her pacing. She pointed her meter stick at a brunette with her hair tied up into a ponytail. "You. You are very cute today."
The assembled students' eyes widened at the random compliment. The girl averted her gaze, finding solace in the floor.
It was silent as the awkwardness of the situation had taken hold of their throats. Finally, one brave student asked the question that was on all of their minds, "What was that all about?" The other students sighed in relief and appreciation. They all wanted to know.
Ruby, who had been doodling on the board turned back to the class. "Hm? Oh, that. That was just me telling the truth. I speak my mind and tell the truth." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Less people get hit that way."
Before the matter could be pressed further, the bell rang and the students gathered their things. "I want a high five and you to say something positive about yourself from each of you before you leave!" Standing next to the door, she stood with her hand up high.
The students couldn't help but grin at their lecturer's childish antics, but they complied happily.