Compendium
ix.) Pig's Feet
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Requested by NewPaladin [on Livejournal]
Lucius is a med student and squicks other people with gushing over dissections.
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"Fascinating," Lucius murmured as he mulled over the photographs in his hands, referring now and then to the text book resting in his lap or the screen of his laptop to cross-check something he may have ignored or forgotten. "Absolutely brilliant."
From where he sat across the room, Raven closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. It wasn't that he was disgusted by his roommate's interest in dissections and cadavers, but... Did he have to express his fascination so audibly?
"Raven, come here." Lucius looked at the other man eagerly, the light from his laptop reflecting off of his glasses almost creepily. "You need to see this."
"See what?" As the words left his mouth, Raven kicked himself mentally—now Lucius would never shut up.
Lucius grinned at him. "One of the cadavers we were working with had died from esophageal cancer. Come look—I'd had no idea that the disease could progress so far..."
It took only a glance at the photographs in Lucius' hands to send Raven's head spinning—he'd never been of the squeamish sort, but sight of the strange growths in the dead man's esophagus certainly... Bothered him, to say the least.
"I'll be right back," Raven muttered as he left the room and headed to the communal bathroom down the hall. When he came back ten minutes later, Lucius was reaching into their fridge, past whatever was left of the beer (Raven made a mental note to purchase more the next day) and the Chinese food they had ordered two days ago. "What are you doing?" he asked, almost hesitantly.
With a triumphant look in his eyes, Lucius pulled a bag out of the fridge, full of what appeared to be... Pigs' feet? He took the bag back to his desk, opened a drawer, and from it pulled a small box. Carefully opening the box and took from it a a needle and surgical thread. "I need to practice my suturing," he replied as he threaded the needle carefully.
"Ah. Okay." Raven grabbed his jacket from its coat hook on the back of his door and a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the dresser. "I'll be back later—muchlater. Don't wait up for me." With that he left quickly, the door slamming shut behind him.
Lucius watched him leave with a strange expression on his face. After a few moments, he shrugged and turned back to his work. "Hope I wasn't bothering him..."
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Xirysa Says: I actually do have a friend who goes to the butcher and purchases pigs' feet and such to practice his suturing. XD It's quite amusing.