A/N: This story will be in written with a different approach. Hope you enjoy it.
Kisaragi Takuya
(part 1)
When I saw the boy lying on the operation table, I thought he had already died. A large gouge in his head, his left arm contorted awkwardly at where puncture holes had lined neatly in the shape of a jaw, his pant was soaked in blood, but one wound in particular interested me and I was not interested easily. When I first received a page about a patient, who had been involved with a wolf attack, I had rolled my eyes and already ran through the possibilities of all conditions, it's treatments, and after effects. I deal with special cases, rare diseases, things that are usually not in the common textbooks. Medicine was a game, a puzzle; I'm a detective as it is a mystery. I entered the clean room with a reluctant attitude but now as that I see the patient, I was glad I hadn't passed on the case.
Through the torn shirt of the patient, 6 inter-crossed scratches were carved into his chest. The wound itself was not deep but the skin around the wound had turned into a brownish yellow shade as though it was rotting away. I checked the equipment for status but everything was normal. I checked my clipboard again.
'First Name: Yasha
Last Name: Inu'
My eyes slid down to the important part.
'…Deep cut in head, arm broken from a canine bite…blah blah blah…unidentified scratch mark on chest…'
"Intriguing," I had whispered as I looked back to the patient.
I had patched all of the patient's other damages but his chest wound was something that I couldn't even touch. I decided upon just giving the patient some antibiotics since the wounds were not deep and it did not appear life threatening. A form of allergic reaction? No, his signs are normal…that and I know every symptom of allergy possible. An infection? No, his temperatures are normal too. Well whatever it was, I was going to find out.
First time in 8 years, I opened a book for research that night. Holding the tiny piece of tissue sample I snuck out from the lab, I looked for any cases that ever happened in the history of medical treatments for something similar to this. Three hours passed, four hours, five, six. The sun had come up for the following day and my alarm clock up stairs had gone off when I realized just how long have I been searching. The 127 books on dermatology I went through had nothing. The 53 medical journals had nothing. By the time I heard my old clock chirp 9 times, instructing me that it was time to go back to work, I was so frustrated that I had even thought about using wikipedia.
I'm sure I looked like hell when I got back to the hospital. Not like I cared about such things normally but I know I looked worse that morning. As I made my way to the lab in my sweatpants and turtle neck sweater that looked 2 sizes too big on me, hair that fin-ed from the back of my head, and slippers from the kitchen, heads were turning to me with either shocked or confused eyes.
"Haven't seen the great Kisaragi like that since the Orcan case back in 96," Wilson had said to me when I pushed open the double doors of the lab. Wilson Klistelsky is a long time friend of mine all the way from back in med school by the way.
I gave a groan of displease at his remark and continued my way to the station where I had left the remaining skin sample for testing.
"Before you glue yourself to your seat, I suggest you go check out your patient. The entire hospital's been shouting miracle's because of him."
I rushed my way to the patient's room in a speed I thought I had lost 20years ago, stumbling on my own left foot when I slid open the door. Two nurses stood by his bed, instructing him to move his arm. I strode up with quick steps and pushed the two aside with a grunt. I've been told that people don't like me…they're just jealous.
The boy was sitting up. His bandages had been removed and all his wounds had disappeared. I rubbed my eyes and examined his again. Indeed, all his wounds had disappeared. The gash in his head had healed without a scar, his stitched-up broken arm was still raised over his head after the nurse's instruction, and there wasn't even the marks left by the thread usually found on patients who had been stitched.
His chest wound…what happened to his chest wound!
I ripped the boy's shirt open, tearing off a few buttons in the process. The younger of the two nurse yelped and turned away with a blush.
The young one's these days, gets more useless every year.
I rolled my eyes and continued. The boy was looking at me shocked and giving the nurses looks that spoke, 'Why aren't you trying to stop this old man who just ripped my shirt off,' but I never cared about other people's thoughts to begin with. The area was clean. It was as thought that patch of…whatever it was…had never been there.
"Hello?" the teen raised a brow toward me sheepishly.
"Hi," I replied plainly without looking up.
"Uhh…"
"I'm a doctor."
"You better be."
This kid gives lip…I think I like him.
"Report," I ordered. The nurse handed me a clipboard. I read through it quickly and tossed it back to her before heading out the door.
"Doctor?" the nurse called.
"Don't worry, he won't bite," I said sarcastically and exited the room.
Oooooooooo
"Well?" Wilson asked me when I returned to the lab.
"What happened last night?" I demanded.
"Nothing I swear! We're just friend," he joked.
"Shut up and answer."
"Grumpy as usual.'
"Well?"
"The nurses say they heard a scream from his room but when they rushed in, he was fast asleep."
Well that just adds to the mystery now, doesn't it. Oh joy!
"Let's keep him," I spoke like I had just took home a stray dog as I tossed one of the sample into a test tube.
Oooooooooooo
Another morning was arriving.
2654books sitting on the shelf, 2654 books, you take one down, cross one out, 2653 books left sitting on the wall.
I thought rolling my eyes.
TBC….
I hope you all enjoyed it. Reviews are always well appreciated so don't forget to click that purple button on the bottom there and write a comment! Again it's my first time writing an arc fiction but I hope it won't be too confusing as the story progress.