"Oh come on Tororo! You not gonna let me touch it?! Not even once?!" Taruru whined obnoxiously loud as Tororo scrubbed him down in the mandatory sanitation room. He actually wasn't that dirty, much to Tororo's surprise. Taruru often had fluctuating fits of germaphobia. So he kept himself well groomed for the most part. Still he was required to give Taruru a thorough washing, so he did just that. He knew Taruru wouldn't do it himself right now since he was not having one of his bouts of paranoia, so he did it for him to make sure he would not bring any of his disgusting cooties in to the secure part of the hospital.
"No, I wont. Don't touch the body, don't touch the equipment, don't touch my shit. No, don't fucking touch anything OK?" Tororo said rather hurriedly as he finished washing the aqua frog in front of him and began giving himself a quick washing as well. He was a bit worried about the people handling his laptop and he wanted to get out to make sure they were not doing anything stupid with it while they sanitized it. "Just hurry up and rinse yourself off."
"Awwe, what is it Tororo? You don't like showering with me?" Taruru asked as he approached Tororo. Every step he took forward, Tororo took one backwards until Taruru had him pressed against the wall and he grinned lewdly at him. Once he was trapped, Tororo just rolled his eyes and continued scrubbing at himself with the body-wash that was provided in the large public hospital shower.
"No, I'm sorry Taruru. Showering with you is the highlight of ANY day for me. My ind is just elsewhere right now." He explained, sarcasm heavy in his voice. He was so used to the hollow flirting that Taruru would fling at him every now and again, it was practically routine. "Now if you will please get the FUCK off of me, maybe I will let you join me in a shower sometime. You know, as long as you are willing to face the risk of Kururu murdering you if he finds out."
"What? Fuck, Tororo are you STILL with Kururu?" Taruru asked, taking a more serious approach to the topic now. "What are you some sort of glutton for punishment that you don't even deserve?"
"Jeez, you make it sound like he beats me on a regular basis." Tororo muttered. He did not want to have this conversation right now. He tossed the scrubber on to the floor since he did not care enough to wall all the way over to the other side of the room just to pick it up before going and standing under the faucet that sprayed almost too hot water in to the room.
"He may as well be with all the times you come to me nearly in tears..." Taruru muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Tororo growled.
"I said he may as well be! Hell, I cant count how many times you have come over to my place with tears about to roll down your face because he said something fucking awful to you! You even said that you were gonna break up with him last time that happened, but I see you failed to do so since your still dating him!"
"Hey shut up Taruru. You don't have ANY room to judge my relationship with Kururu when the one yo are in love with has labeled you as 'stalker'. Just back the fuck off OK?" Tororo snapped at him as he turned the shower off and went to grab a towel for the both of them.
"Oh come on Tororo, you cant be serio-..." Taruru started but he was promptly cut off by a rather irritated Tadpole.
"Shut up Taruru. I will do what I want. I love Kururu so just shut up and let me be with him. I don't need you breathing down my neck again about what is and isn't 'good for me'." He tossed a towel in to Taruru's face before he could say anything and quickly dried himself off before heading out of the door. He snatched his laptop up from the nurse who was standing there, waiting to give it to him before heading off down he hall in a sour mood. Taruru said a quick apology to the nurse before following him all the way to the room.
The first thing that Taruru noticed when he followed Tororo in to the room that he would be staying in for the next while was the smell. It wasn't a pleasant smell, and it was everywhere in the room, like someone had sprayed some sort of smelly gas I to the room through a vent. He groaned and waved the air in front of his face like it would actually help some.
"Tororo...fuck come on alright? Just calm down." He said as he followed him in to the room, watching him plop down angrily and boot up his laptop. "I just get worried about you sometimes and I...holy shit that's a body."
It took Tororo a moment to look up as he had begun typing something on his computer, but at least it seemed to calm him, as he wasn't outright glaring at Taruru this time. He even let out a quiet 'pu pu' for the first time since Taruru had shown up to deliver his laptop to him. That was a good sign. Tororo always calmed down a bit if he was on some sort of a computer.
"No shit dumb-ass. Isn't that what you came all the way here to see?" He asked, glancing over the body but quickly averting his eyes. He had seen enough of the body as it is for now, he did not want to look at it any longer than he had to.
Taruru on the other hand was awestruck. He looked over the body with a bit of morbid fascination and restrained himself from touching it like a good boy. Tororo had begun the horrid task of programming everything to do what it was supposed to, but Taruru knew that Tororo was keeping an eye on him, even if he wasn't looking at him directly. Actually, he realized that the disgusting smell going around the room was coming from the body. OK, wow that took a lot of the fun out of looking at dead things. Dead things was one hing, smelly dead things were another thing entirely.
He spent the next half hour just looking over everything about the body that he could. Once he realized that the body was not going to get up like it did in his comics and movies, it was really kinda boring. It was only made even worse due to the fact that Tororo was so busy with his coding bullshit. The one time he tried to bother Tororo to see if he wanted to take a break, the tadpole snapped at him and yelled at him that he was to busy to deal with his games and stuff. In the end Taruru had taken a seat in one of the visitor's chairs in the room. He would have left, but he felt somewhat obligated to stay after all the trouble he and Tororo had gone through just to get in here. He kept his eyes on Tororo for a while, watching him code and prepare various things he would need.
This was going to be a long night...
"You're going to use FIRE on his HEAD?!"
Tororo growled quietly to himself as he gathered up his equipment he would need. Oh god this was one of the most crucial moments in getting this patient a new body, and he STILL hadn't managed to get Taruru to leave. He was lucky that Taruru had yet to touch and break any vital equipment, or start spewing out the most deadly germs he had on him. He just had to make sure that he kept his mask and gloves on.
Honestly it wasn't THAT bad though. He hadn't done anything that couldn't be reprimanded with just a scold or slapping his hand away, and he seemed to have calmed down a considerable amount now that he had gotten nice long look at the body that he had been so interested in before. Now he was bored with it. Typical Taruru.
Tororo hadn't realized just how lonely he had been until the room had been filled with Taruru's consistent chatter and questions. He ignored most of them, but he did always keep his eye on him, and muttered a few words to him every now and again as he had been coding and preparing to attach a new half of a head to his patient.
It had been hard trying to code everything that would be necessary to have this thing run and actually provide for a living being. He knew it could be done on a much smaller scale, but creating a BRAIN was a bit different than attaching a computer to someone. He found himself constantly wishing that Kururu was there with him to help him through this, even though he was constantly trying to prove that he was better than him. This was not a situation that called for competition. If Kururu had been there he would have easily swallowed his pride for the sake of the patient. Sadly the only one here with him was Taruru, and the comfort he offered was limited at best.
It did not help that Taruru seemed to be a bit of a pyro.
"Can I help?" Taruru asked for the first time he had been there. The entire time he had been wandering around the room while Tororo worked and complaining about how there was nothing to do. Now he was offering to help, but only because he saw the flame from a blowtorch. He also had a soldering gun, a drill and a lot of nails. He wasn't about to hand something to Taruru that he could set things on fire with, or put holes in things with. That would be like handing Tororo snacks and telling him not to eat them.
"What? Fuck no, I want my patient to LIVE Taruru, not get third degree burns and die." He said.
"Come on! Tororo I will do anything OK! Come on! At least let me watch! You haven't let me get close since I got here!" Taruru pleaded.
Tororo shook his head and picked up the now filled shell that would be the patient's head. He had filled it to the brim with all the things that the patient would need to live. It was all bolted down and nothing moved or rattled, and honestly he was a bit proud of himself for creating such a thing. He was a bit worried about it though because it looked quite messy despite its stability. It would work at the very least at keeping the patient alive until he could come up with something better. He was sure the patient would rather look kind of messed up and be alive than be dead…then again, what would he care if he was dead?
Tororo shook his head and sighed, picking the shell up and heading over to the patient. He had still tried his hardest to keep his distance from the body due to the smell of blood it continued to give off. He was shocked at the fact that the body had not started rotting…then again, ALL of the doctors were shocked that the organs that remained were still functioning, barely keeping the patient alive. It shouldn't have been possible.
He took the shell and set it on a table beside the patient, looking closely at what was left of the wrapped up head that the patient still had. Taruru stood behind him a few feet, watching closely and almost bounced in anticipation. He had seen the body as it was all wrapped up, but he hadn't gotten to see any of its insides yet!
Tororo was less excited to see this. Half of a brain…fuck…he didn't know if he could do this. Well, he would have to. He could probably stand looking at it once he got started but…unwrapping it? The very thought of blood and brain matter sticking to the bandages as he pulled them off was enough to make him gag and feel like he was seriously about to throw up. The smell did not help. He could already see the blood that had seeped in to the bandages wrapped around his head, and he knew it was going to be a mess.
"Well?! Are you going to do it or not?!" Taruru asked after watching Tororo just standing there for a few minutes. Tororo groaned to himself and sighed, turning to look at Taruru, sizing him up and thinking for a moment.
"…..Taruru go wash your hands and change your gloves AND your mask…I need your help." Tororo muttered after a moment. Taruru stood there for a second before grinning big and running around the room as he looked for the supplies that Tororo had ordered him to get. He rewashed his hands and put on a fresh pair of gloves and a mask as well before going over to Tororo. Tororo seemed so nervous, he was almost shaking.
"Hehe, What do you need me to do ?" Taruru asked, rocking back and forth on his heels as he looked over the body.
"I just need you to unwrap the head. I don't think I can actually bring myself to do it…" Tororo muttered, going about grabbing new gloves and face masks for himself as well. He listened for a response form Taruru for a bit, but after a moment he only heard a fit of laughter coming from the aqua frog. He turned and shot him a glare, waiting for him to calm himself so that he could question him.
"What the fuck are you laughing about?" Tororo demanded.
Taruru took a few deep breaths and let out the rest of the giggles that he had trapped in him before he finally sighed and began to relax.
"Tororo are you squeamish?!" He asked a big grin on his face. Tororo just rolled his eyes.
"YES I am squeamish, and you would be to after sitting in here with a body forever half a day. Just the smell is horrid enough; I don't want to know what the insides look like. I'm sure you won't be any better once we get started, so don't you even laugh." Tororo snapped. "Now, wash your hands, get new gloves and a mask and get over here to unwrap this head. Don't you even THINK about touching anything inside or I will saw your hands off. I have the means to right now, so don't think I won't."
Taruru stared at Tororo for a moment, seeming to be sizing him up before he began following the tadpole's instructions. He disposed of his current gloves and mask before washing his hands and getting new sanitary equipment. He made his way over to the patient's body with enthusiasm. He was obviously quite excited to see this. It was just unwrapping it right? Why the hell would that be so bad? Tororo was just over reacting. Although the smell that wafted around the room WAS quite a bit stronger when he was closer to the body…. He could handle that though.
Tororo took a moment more to look over the wiring and everything that he had put in to the shell that would be the patient's new head. Taruru did have to admit that Tororo did a good job at crafting it. It looked like something that you could get at a store or something. It didn't look like it had any obvious way to attach it to the patient's head though, so he wondered how that would be accomplished. Actually, now that he REALLY thought about what Tororo was doing, he wondered why Tororo had not gone to get an actual DOCTOR to help him with unwrapping the patient's head. Instead he trusted Taruru of all people with the task. Even Taruru himself recognized that was a bad idea. Maybe Tororo's lack of sleep was getting to him more than he thought? Maybe it was clouding his judgment?
Tororo brought the robotic part over to the bed where the patient lay comatose and set it on a cart that he had beside the bed. He sighed and looked over the bloody bandages that covered almost all of the patient's head before looking to Taruru and nodded, signaling him to start. He stood back and watched over the process as Taruru began to gingerly unwrap the bandages from around the head. It was slow going, but Taruru almost immediately regretted agreeing to participate in this. After only the first two layers of gauze had been removed from the patient's head, the smell intensified to almost unbearable levels. It was strong enough to make the both of them gag, and they figured it would only get worse as they removed more and more of the blood soaked cloth.
This was not a smell of dried blood, this was a smell of decay. The patient remained very much alive (which STILL baffled all of the doctors) but parts of his body seemed to be slowly dying. Bits of dead skin here and there. It just showed how quickly Tororo would need to move in order to save this poor soul. If they could get the body up and running again, the rotting should stop, but it would still be painful for the patient. Well it would be if the patient were conscious.
Taruru let the bandages that he unwrapped fall to the side. Every layer that he removed let out an even stronger smell, and had more blood soaked on to the cloth. Finally, Taruru pulled away the last of the cloth, and the patient's head was exposed completely. This was not so dangerous on a germs matter since the entire room had been sanitized…. and sanitized…and SANITIZED again and again before he came in. No it was dangerous due to the fact that anything could get in to the head, causing damage to it. Tororo had the shell in his hand, prepared to simply get it on the head so he could begin attaching what he needed to and get this done. Now that it was actually time to take action though, he stood there staring in shock at what he saw. Taruru was no better, and he just stared intently at the exposed brain that he saw. He did not know whether to be amazed at how it looked or absolutely disgusted.
Finally, after a few moments of stunned silence, Taruru spoke up. "…Tororo? What do we do now?" He asked, panic evident in his voice since he had not been informed of what Tororo was going to be doing after he unwrapped the head. Now he was left hanging here and staring at a brain. He had expected Tororo to get what he needed to do done and be over with this. He had expected to not really actually have enough time to even really get a good look at it. Now he was getting way more than he bargained for and he couldn't handle it. "…Tororo?!"
"Shut up." Tororo muttered hurriedly as he finally snapped out of his disturbed stupor. He was visibly shaking at this point and he seemed much paler than he normally did. "Just shut up and hold him still." He instructed, taking a step closer and mentally bracing himself, while trying to remember every step he would need to do in order to attach this correctly. He waited patiently for Taruru to do as he told him. He couldn't help but chuckle dryly when Taruru begrudgingly held on to the patient's head, gripping it tight so that he could make sure it would not slip away from home while Tororo did whatever it was he was planning. It was harder to do than he imagined, because when Tororo finally grew a pair and pressed the shell against the head, it wiggled a bit with Tororo's constant shifting it around until he got it in the position it was supposed to be in. It took him a minute before he Tororo was finally satisfied that it was how it was supposed to be. Then he pulled it back and picked up a tool, but Taruru did not know what it was going to be used for.
"Keep holding him still Taruru….I have to get him connected to everything, OK?" He said. His voice was flat and it almost scared Taruru a bit. Tororo seemed to have almost…. Put himself on autopilot. He couldn't handle this under any normal circumstances, so he was just doing what he knew he had to. Taruru nodded shakily and readjusted his hands to keep them away from the shell. He had seen Tororo do this before, and he was envious of his skill at desensitizing himself to things on will, but Taruru figured it came with years and years of being an asshole. He could just stop caring.
Taruru closed his eyes while Tororo began his work, hooking things up to where they needed to be and double checking absolutely everything to make sure he had done it just right. It slowed the process down to a crawl, but it would be worth it in the end. Honestly it even sounded disgusting, and he had to pull his hand back on the head a bit every now and again when he felt the a lick of heat brush against his finger. It always startled him but he knew that Tororo was securing everything in the shell. Oh god this was terrifying.
It actually took about ten minutes before a doctor finally came in after detecting some fluctuation in activity in the body. He nearly yelled when he saw Taruru standing there over the body, but Tororo calmed him down and explained that he was with him. The doctor seemed hesitant to accept this, but he said nothing and simply took Taruru's place in holding the head steady while Tororo worked. Taruru muttered something about slow ass reacting doctors before going to slump in a chair and finally reacting. He had seen more than enough of a body in one night for a long time. Maybe enough to last his whole life. He sat there rather dazed for a while, just listening to Tororo curse quietly under his breath every now and again when he would get his own fingers to close to his soldering gun. Honestly THAT was something you wanted to hear the person working on a brain say.
Every now and again the doctor would mutter something to Tororo, things that Taruru would not have been able to understand even if he could hear him clearly. Tororo seemed to have no trouble understanding what the hell he was talking about, but that was probably because he had training in the medical field, as all mechanics on Keron were required to have.
Taruru figured that Tororo probably couldn't smell it, or that he didn't care at this point but it smelled AWFUL in here now. It was a mix of decaying body, blood and smoldering metal that made a wonderful sent that filled the room. He tried to breathe through his nose as little as possible, but it was hard for him and every now and then he got a nose full. It made his head spin and his gag reflexes act up to the point that several times he had made a mad dash to the door, only to calm down before he even left the room. This went on for hours while Tororo worked, never once feeling the need to rush for the door and empty his stomach of all the crap that he always ate. Taruru looked up to him at this point.
Finally, hours later Tororo set his tools down and let out a huge sigh. The operation had gone well, no to many hang ups occurring. The doctor backed away as well as they both looked over Tororo's work. It wasn't the prettiest job ever, but Tororo honestly wanted to see someone who could get the job done well AND made it look nice at this point.
'Kururu probably could have done it…' He thought to himself for a brief moment. He shook his head and looked down at himself. He was covered in a disgusting mixture of grease, oil and blood. Oh GOD…..
The doctor that had been with him said a few congratulatory words to him, but Tororo did not hear any of it. He simply stood up and headed towards the door. Taruru, who had sat up from his place on the floor that he had migrated to, watched him before hopping up and following him out the door.
"Man Tororo how the hell did you do that?! I mean I know you know about brains and technology and stuff, but I don't think anyone else would have been able to do a job like that!" Taruru asked excitedly. He was really just happy to be out of room and getting a bit of fresh air. He seemed a bit worried when Tororo did not respond, but he just continued to follow him down the hall. He almost thought that Tororo was trying to get away from him when he started walking faster and then eventually running down the hall, but he figured out what was wrong when he saw the tadpole run straight for a bathroom.
"Oh…"
He stood there for a moment before heading in to the bathroom and looking for the stall that Tororo was in. He found him in the closest stall to the door, hunched over the (very sanitized) toilet that was in the stall, vomiting out all of the contents of his stomach. The aqua tadpole frog stood there for a bit, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head while he watched Tororo go through this. Finally after a bit of dry heaving, Tororo sat back, shaking a bit and coughing.
Taruru decided to try and be useful so he got a few paper towels for Tororo, handing them to him once he was sure that Tororo was completely done with his throwing up. Tororo stared at them for a moment before reaching up and taking them. He wiped his mouth and stood up.
"Fucking hell…" He said after a moment of catching his breath. He did feel a lot better now, but god dam he HATED throwing up with a passion.
"Hehehe, What you can't take a bit of brain surgery Tororo?" Taruru asked, teasing him a bit.
Tororo rolled his eyes and reached out to sock Taruru in the arm. It was in good nature and it did make him feel a bit better. Still his anxiety for this case was not gone. He still had to make sure that everything would take to the changes that he had made, and then he had to crate the rest of the body so that his patient could hopefully lead some sort of normal life. The first step was done though, a now all they could do was wait to see if everything was functioning how it was supposed to.
"Come on Shorty." Taruru offered and draped an arm over Tororo's shoulder. He pulled him out of the room and towards the mess hall. Tororo was a bit worse for wear and he looked like he needed some snacks. He smiled a bit when Tororo chuckled a bit and smacked at him. He knew that Tororo would be alright if he was doing that.
"Shut the fuck up Fishface." Tororo grinned a bit.
He would be alright, he just needed a break.
Hahahahahah
I don't know how brains work.