Riza stood with Dr. Smith within the room. He decided to get right to the point as he was a busy man. "May I ask what you wish to talk to me about?" She look at him, thinking of the best question she could ask. "You study the homunculus. Would you be able to tell me what is its capabilities to learn?" One of his brow arched, what an unsual question to ask. He replied, "Though I'm not 100 certain, I believe it is quite able to learn through repetition and kinesthetically"
Kenetetic, that was a word Colonel Hawkeye wasn't familiar with. "What does 'kinesthetically'mean?" she asked.
"It means learning through actions. Like showing someone how to bake a cake by showing them and letting them copy your actions rather that telling them how to bake it or giving them a book on how to do so."The doctor replied.
She understood now. That was a good thing, perfect even. Most learning needed for a soldier was done through rigorous training. She smiled and bowed. "Thank you doctor, that's all I needed to know.Gluttony was having a ball with the nurse, all he had to say was he was hungry and she'd bring him food. He'd already had gone through 6 meals by the time Riza appeared by the door. The nurse sighed and looked at her.
"It doesn't matter how much I give him, he always wants more"
Riza held in laughter, the homunculus was apparently very well named. Gluttony, the sin to comsume greater than one needed. If he'd be named so he probably wouldn't stop eating until either his belly exploded or the hospital ran out of food.
"Don't worry miss, he doesn't need anymore. Just go back to your regular duties"
The nurse shrugged and left, she had to do something with the homunculus after he ate anyway. Riza entered Gluttony's room. "I see your enjoying yourself." "Where's the nurse? I'm still hungry."Gluttony responded, ingnoring Riza's comment completely.
Riza replied, "You'll been givin more later. You've had enough for this moment. I'm soon getting off duty and will be replaced by other soldiers but I needed to confirm something with you. As a soldier-in-training you have 2 path you can go by. Either you can do office work or you can be a field worker. It's your choice"
Gluttony wasn't very good at making choices, though he knew office work was what the last Sloth did and field workers were like him, Lust, and Envy. "Be a field worker.
Riza thought for a moment then came to a very important conclusion. "For that you need two legs. And again another choice for you. Either you can change first choice to office work or you can choose to have your lost limb replaced through surgery"
Gluttony tilted his head and tried hard to absorb this informations. He thought. "K, office work.Bad choice. Cannot write good. Cannot read good. Replace limb is good. Surgery is..." He then got lost, he heard the word before but didn't know what it meant. All he knew was surgery was something humans needed sometimes. "What is surgery"
Riza was surprise he didn't know something like that, then again if he could regenerate he probably never require it before. "Surgery is when they must do a large surgacal opperation." She thought that wasn't a really affective response, it probably confuse Gluttony more. "Its a time when doctors do something extreme to your body. Like remove a ailment or fix an injury that won't heel by itself"
Gluttony understood this to a level. The last part was to fix an injury, like the loss of his leg, which wasn't heeling by itself.
"K, replace leg. Be field worker." Gluttony responded without must enthusiasm, he had lost interest in this conversation. He lost interest in most things quickly. He looked around his bed and saw some kind of pole with bags on it (IV) and poke it with interest. It moved and it was on wheels. It was more interesting than talking so he kept poking at it.
Riza apparently had lost Gluttony's interest at this point. He didn't seem to have much of a attention spam if talking for a few minutes bored him. So she tried to gain his interest again. "So you'll be getting an automail limb. That something I'll have to send infomation for, like funding and for a mechanic. You'll have to learn how to maintain it aswell"
Gluttony looked back at her. "Huh?" Gluttony understood a small portion of what she said, his mind in another place at that time but he understood maintaining. "Maintain what"
Riza sighed, she had manage to gain his attention once again. "Maintaining the automail leg you'll be getting"
"Normal leg can't come back?" Gluttony asked, still not fully comprehending that the leg was gone for good.
"No, it seeminly cannot regenerate like the rest of your body. Why I don't know." Riza replied.
The door opened and a nurse came in with some kind of tray. "Alright, the homunculus needs to be givin some medication through an injection. I hope you aren't queesy around needle." She directed towards Riza.
"No, go ahead." Riza said pointing towards Gluttony, which look confussed as ever. Riza was weary though, she didn't know how the creature would reacte to something like this. Needles were discomforting and slightly painful. Chances by his appearance he hadn't had one previous to this.
Gluttony look at the nurse, she hadn't brought food but brought some kind of instrument, it looked pointy on the end. She said injection, that meant to put into something. Give him an injection... that meant she was going to put something in him. He notice the nurse come close to him she started to whipe his arm with cotton. And then.
"Yow! HURT ME!" She injected the needle into him, Gluttony was shocked by the sudden pain and jolted. He jumped off the bed and fell to his back onto the floor.
The nurse panic, "Oh are you alright"
Gluttony responded with irritation "Alright? Stupid human stab me. Not alright stupid!" he pushed himself towards the wall. Maybe this human was going to hurt him, this way he could fend her off.
Riza found Gluttony response rather rude.Gluttony had moved away from the needle and the nurse had moved in fear, the injection had failed.With Gluttony against the wall, irritated, it was obvious by his previous reactopm that there wouldn't be any convincing him to sit down and take another needle poke. Now how were they going to give him his medicine?