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Ultima-Owner– Yes It was the Mosa.

Anton Fire- Only time will tell.

I don't own anything regarding the Fate/ series or the Jurassic park franchise.

Shall we begin?

The first thing that I noticed about the medical ward of Jurassic World is that it was a lot larger than I would have expected. The large building had been quite noticeable. I suppose if the island was able to house up to thirty thousand people a large hospital might be needed. Thirty thousand, what an absurd number of people to be on an island. It's only fitting that such a large building is required. A seven story building dedicated to keeping the park's visitors and workers healthy.

Like everything here it is quite the elegant building. The outside parts of the building are the illustrious white and red which I have always associated with hospitals. Adorning the side is the customary red plus sign that usually marks a place of medicine. The sign that says Hospital is lit up even in the early morning sun. The front entrance is composed of doors that look strengthened and sturdy as if designed to survive harsh weather.

That's another common theme I have noticed about all the structures here. It seems everything is designed in a way to take everything Mother Nature could throw at them and then some. I guess preparation like that is necessary in order to make the park last as long as possible. The more I look at the buildings and infrastructure the more I notice the hidden steel beams placed to reinforce walls as well as how a vast majority of buildings seem to have flooding preventative measures in place. I have even seen a few underground bunkers that have the dedicated use of being a place for park occupants to go to in the rare occasion of a dinosaur breakout. It really brings a lot of credibility to John Hammonds great policy of 'Spare no expense. 'That was plastered all over the place in the employee handbook.

Speaking of which, I got around to reading that dictionary sized guide. It was a lot more informative than I had anticipated it truly being. It went over a general explanation of every dinosaur that the park should have. I found a few of them to be quite interesting creatures. I really want to see the T-Rex. Her name is Rexy and apparently she has been around since the first park. From what I read she has a few showings and I might be able to secure a ticket to see one of them at some point during my employment. Another point of interest was the large creature that I had seen in the Lagoon. That was a Mosasaurus. Cool little fact about them is that they aren't really dinosaurs. The handbook had a lot of niche factoids that I would have rather not seared themselves into my brain, but I find it nearly impossible to forget anything that I read or write nowadays. I have Rin to blame for that. She was very adamant on me memorizing every tome she would loan me to help with my magical studies.

As I finish my musing I walk through the front door and towards the desk. Seated behind the large circular reception desk was a lady of asian descent. She wore a pair of large rimmed glasses that would be common on old librarians. She seemed to be busy at the moment helping a middle aged looking lady who was holding her hand at an odd angle. Out of curiosity I analyzed the hand and noticed that it had been broken apparently. I make my way to start a line behind her as I waited for my turn to talk to the clerk running the front desk

It took roughly ten minutes for the receptionist to finish up with the other woman, and apparently she had the misfortune of slipping on the wet floor in the lagoon after the Mosa showing. With her dilemma handled it was my turn to be attended to.

As I approached she looked at me with a well practiced smile and asked, "Hello my name is Tiffany and how may I assist you?"

I return the best smile I can muster as I respond. " My name is Shirou Emiya and I was told to be here for a medical examination by Vic Hoskins."

She starts typing away on the computer as she breaks eye contact with me to study the screen in front of her. After around half a minute of looking she raises her gaze to mine again as she says, "Did Vic by chance tell you a doctor to see or give anything else that was needed of us while you were here?"

"I don't believe anything of the sort was given to me by Vic." I responded.

She looks at the screen again as she seems to type in a bit of information. "Alrighty Mr. Emiya, It looks like you don't have any medical records on file so I'm gonna need you to fill out a few papers so that we have everything documented for future visits." She says as she reaches under her desk and pulls out a clipboard with a small stack of neatly arranged papers. She flips through them and gives a glance at each page as if to make sure every page is accounted for before handing the clipboard to me.

As I match the extended hand with my own I ask. "Do you have a pen I could borrow?"

Without a word she hands me one and I head toward one of the nearby seats to go about filling out the information.

After about forty five minutes, I had finished filling out all the forms. Why was it such a large stack? I had started to ask myself around the fifteen minute mark. There were so many odd questions, some about mental disorders like ptsd, some about allergies, some about what medication I use if any. I was fine with answering all of those, but then I reached the really hard ones. They asked about my family's health conditions. That would probably be fine for anyone but me, but I don't know my biological family at all. After pondering it I decided to just act like Kiritsugu was related by blood. Was my father sick? Kiritsugu was just cursed, no cancer, no high blood pressure, just a terminally ill person due to all the world's evils deciding they want to have the final laugh in my good old dad's body. Yeah, he was sick, but not in a way comprehensible to anyone not in the know.

After handing the sheet over to the nice clerk, she took a bit to skim over all the questions. I must admit I was quite impressed with how quickly she went about proofreading it all. In maybe five whole minutes it seemed that she had absorbed all the information from the questionnaire.

"It appears everything is in order, Mr. Emiya. I will alert the doctor when he is available and we will get you all taken care of." She says as she goes back to typing away on the computer.

I went to go take back the seat I was situated in, but before I even got halfway there, a gentleman wearing a lab coat called for me to follow him.

As I followed my escort through the wing of the hospital I started to look over him. First thing I noticed was that he was coated in an ungodly amount of cologne. The next thing that stuck out about him was that this particular fellow was sporting a pompadour hairstyle of a golden blonde color. Normally I wouldn't care too much about hairstyles, but I was just so amazed at how far out his pompadour was extended out past his forehead. It seemed to clear a good four inches of air before it curled in on itself. It was as if gravity had decided to make a singular exception to its rule just for this man's hair. Below his hair he had a set of azur blue eyes. He seemed quite happy as his face was stuck in a cheeky grin. As for his clothing he had a worn lab coat and below that white scrubs adorned his body. He seemed to be humming a cheery tune as we walked toward a room deep inside the hospital.

Once we arrived at the room he stopped at the door and waited for me to walk inside before following me in and shutting the door behind him.

Without missing a beat he swiveled on his legs and looked me dead in the eyes. " Hello Shirou Emiya, my name is Dr. Vanreth, and I am just so delighted to meet you. I'm not that big on titles so can I just call ya Shirou and you can call me Neiro?" He shotguns off at me at a rapid pace without taking a breath even once.

Surprised by the abruptness I nod as I begin to try and say something, but Neiro doesn't let me get a word out.

Wonderful Shirou, I'm looking forward to working with ya!" he declares as he rushes over to the counter which has a very familiar clipboard sitting on it. As he reaches it he grabs it and flips through the pages in no particular order. "Now let's see here. I see that you have a clean bill of health!" He states as he glances at me with that derpy looking smile still plastering his face.

"That's correct." I say already coming to terms with the type of person who is going to look me over.

"Glad to hear, glad, to, hear. It's very seldom anyone comes in here without having had at least one thing on their medical record. Quite rare indeed. Why, I would say I could count em on one hand and have room to spare. Ain't that quite the rare thing? Color me impressed if it means anything to ya." He raises a hand and wiggles his fingers as if to emphasize his statement. "I myself have quite the clean record too. Been healthy my whole life. Yessir! Yessir! Healthy as can be. Hell any of these geneticists took a gander at my DNA they'd probably get a look at the finest code ever made."

At this he seems to deflate as he takes in an absurd amount of air and starts off again "Yep clean bill of health. Ain't nobody like me except yourself it looks like. Say Shirou, can I take a blood sample to double check? All I need is just a little bit maybe a pint or two just ta be safe ya know?" He pauses as he looks back at me. His eyes digging into mine as if demanding a yes.

I sigh a bit as I rub the back of my head averting my gaze. "I would be fine with it, Neiro. Anything to get this over with quickly. I don't want to be late to meet with the security team later."

"Ah that is true, don't want to be late to your first day on the job. No way that would set a good impression ha ha ha. Quite the gentleman you are. Worried about first impressions are we? Ah impressions are so overrated I'd rather be myself all the time." He says as he starts preparing a syringe to take a sample of my blood. As he turns towards me he pauses.

"Ah my bad I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to take your temperature first. Yes yes temperature is the first order of business. Taking blood could possibly lower your temperature ruining the reading. Silly me." He pulls a thermometer setup from the wall and goes to place it in my mouth. "Put this under your tongue and hold it there till it beeps."

I do as he asks and after around fifteen seconds the sensor goes off.

"To be expected of someone who claims such good health. 98.8 degrees Fahrenheit, quite healthy, quite healthy indeed. Tell me Shirou, do you ever run a temperature? Some people overheat randomly, but that's quite the rare thing. Quite rare. Why I'd say it's so rare that I've only met one person with such a rarity, and I've met many people. Well into the thousands of people. Truly fascinating how rare it was." He pauses in his external thought as if realizing he was thinking aloud. "Ah pardon my thoughts, someone like me is prone to thinking out loud. Too much power in my noggin to keep it all stored in that tiny space. Now as I was saying, do you ever run fevers?"

"Truth be told, I've only run a fever once before and it was while recovering from a job related injury. I can't think of any other occasion." I say. I would say my body stressing out after regenerating a heart warrants a fever. I can't blame my body for that. Although now that I think about it I do get quite hot whenever I use my magic circuits for magecraft for too long. I always found it fascinating that like a forge I heated up in order to produce the weapons my magic relies on for combat. I can't share that fact with this over-exuberant doctor though. He'd likely share with the whole island due to how much he likes to talk.

"Ah did it leave a scar? Can I see it? I've always been such a fan of battle scars. I love how much of a story they tell about my patients. I've seen quite the plethora of 'em over the years. Some deep claw marks from big cats is quite the sight. Some bullet wounds look quite cool as starburst scar shows so much character. Quite the sight indeed. So whaddya say Shirou my man? Can I see em? I promise I won't tell anyone about em. I might talk a lot, but I'm quite the secret keeper. I've heard so many from people working here. Quite the collection of em." As he prods me with his words he had made his way beside me to wrap an arm around my shoulder as if he was a good friend.

"You won't say a word about it? Why would I show you anything on my person? I barely know you at all, Neiro." I say as I grab the arm he draped over my shoulder and gently placed it back by his side. "Now why don't we get back to you looking me over so I can get to work? I'm not much for sitting idle and killing time. I'd assume you also have a busy schedule that you need to keep."

"Nah, I don't have anything of the sort. I'm usually on standby to assist park workers. Mainly those of great importance and the security team. I might not look it or sound it, but I'm the best doctor here at stitching up all the dino-sores." He nudges me in the side a bit at the pun and continues. "As to why you should show me the scars, the likelihood is that I'm going to be seeing them in the future anyway. I'm responsible for saving people from dying from dino bites, and I do have to say having a look at what people look like before they come in as a mangled dino snack helps me try and make em good as new. Well as good as I can make em with modern medicine." As he says this he keeps his odd smile.

My complexion pales a bit at the rather blunt way he put logic behind his request. After a few seconds of internal debate I decided that I might as well go ahead and show him. I doubt anything here is truly a threat to me, but better safe than sorry.

"I'll show you, but I will warn you beforehand that I have quite the arrangement of scars. I do not have the time to tell you how I got them all as we would be here for days, and I do not want them on my record or documented in any way. Do I have your word?" I ask as I place my hands on the base of my longsleeve shirt.

He quickly skitters away from me. "Yes, yes I promise you I won't say a word or write a single thing down. Now that the formalities are out of the way, show me." He says as he starts to teeter in place as if holding himself from exploding into motion around the room again.

With a sigh I pull away my shirt. I turned around and started to walk towards a chair that was in the corner of the room to lay my shirt down since I didn't know how long it would take for this weird doctor to be done. With my back turned to him I started to fold my shirt. I waited for him to begin his rambling again.

And waited.

And waited.

With the room dead silent I turned around to look at the doctor. I didn't expect him to be three inches away from me peering at the small of my back. I was wondering why he was so focused on me, but then I remembered something very important.

I was originally facing him when this whole debacle started and he had most certainly seen my chest. More importantly he saw the starburst shape that adorned it, and after turning he was able to see the matching wound on the other side. Shit.

Why did I forget that was there? I was pretty sure I could explain all the other injuries away, but this one was impossible. Humans don't survive without a heart, and what this Doctor who had apparently seen a large amount of wounds was now seeing was a definitive entry and exit wound for a large spear.

I looked directly at the doctor to try and study his facial features as he studied me. His mouth was a line. This is bad. His smile hadn't faded the entire time he had been skirting around the room. Now the man in front of me seemed like a different person. He was tense, and his eyes had hardened. He also had a hand holding up his glasses as he studied the scar. He was focused on it like a predator mulling over an injured animal. A burning sensation seemed to tickle my nose as the room's air began to turn suffocating.

Then it was gone.

With his glasses dropping he took a deep breath and regained his grin. "That one hurt didn't it? I've seen some impressive scars, but this one is quite impressive. Quite impressive indeed. You must have been very lucky to have a surgeon skillful enough to put back together a heart nearby. I doubt I could do it on the spot. Maybe if I had time. Something to look into later I suppose. Now you did say I wouldn't get answers for em, but please tell me what did that to ya? It's gonna bug me if ya don't tell me."

What story could I make up for this one? Can I just say an Irish hero decided my heart was a good home for his legendary spear? It'd save me the trouble of thinking up something. Let's see, what would Archer do? I take a side glance at my left arm. He was always partial to half truths. So a spear was responsible. I believe that would be the best way to escape this scenario.

"I was stabbed by a spear in one of my escapades in the middle east. As to who patched me up, to be truthful with you I wasn't conscious at the time to really say who saved my life." I state as I begin studying his face for any hints of the red flags his stoic face had given me.

"Ah that makes sense, I have seen many a bullet wounds and many a knife wounds, but truth be told a spear is one I haven't seen before. The starburst pattern is quite pretty. And leaves such a large area of damage. Ya know some people used to claim that spears were the best weapon. Even an untrained peasant would be able to use one. The simplicity of the stick is such a wonderful thing. Wonderful invention." After finishing his statement he breaks his gaze away from the wound on my chest and heads for the discarded syringe that he was going to use for my blood.

"You should be proud, ya know. I do believe you are the person with the most scars here at the park. I counted almost fifty different cuts, scrapes, and abrasions that have all scared over beautifully. Sure you don't want to hang out here and tell me how ya got em all? I can write you up a doctor's note. I'll write it up as a physical therapy session. Nobody really questions me. I have too much pull here at the park for that. Quite important. Yes, quite important." He starts walking towards me.

"I would like to just sum it up as a legacy of a misspent youth and leave it at that Neiro." I say as I extend an arm for him to draw the blood from. I've had to do this a few times for Rin at the clocktower. She wanted to see how potent the magical output of my blood was. She never did tell me what it was now that I think about it. I'm cut out of my musings as Neiro plunges the needle into my arm.

"I won't say I wasn't expecting that answer from you. I did say I wouldn't expect any answers about them and I am a man of my word. Why, a man's word is quite the thing to keep. Quite the thing to keep indeed. It separates us from the animals ya know? Words that is. Why, isn't it amazing that we are the only species on the planet that stays away from instinct? We make deals. We bicker like children. We confess love to each other. We all talk. It's so fascinating. It leads one to question, why we do such things? Instinct is such a primal thing that all animals use. They don't care about the petty talk. They want food. They want to live. They want to keep the species alive. When has self preservation kept humans from doing things?" He pauses for a second as he finishes filling up the first vial of blood and goes to set it down as he swaps it with another.

"Take this park for example. These dinosaurs are dangerous. They all want to be free of the cages and they don't care about their human captors." He looks me in the eye. "Tell me Shirou, do you know what happened to the original park? Has anyone told you why it failed?"

"Although I was curious nobody told me or knew when I asked. What happened?" I ask as I focus on the man's twisted, eerie grin.

"Human nature is what happened. A scorned nerd decided he wanted more money and decided he valued that over the lives of the park dwellers. Greed. A scientist decided to play god with some animals and bring them back. He did this with little consideration for what he was bringing back. Sloth. The old owner didn't want to believe that he needed to be more prepared. He thought his system impossible to break. Pride. A man wanted the DNA which the much more successful company had already pioneered. Envy. I'd say it's truly magnificent isn't it? We try to write a novel where we are the main character yet find ourselves getting stopped by other people's stories. Were instinct involved the dinos wouldn't be here, and at the same time had the dinos lacked instinct they wouldn't have bred and gotten out of their paddocks. That's why I find beauty in the scars. The ones you get here show the clash of human nature and instinct. A dinosaur tears you apart for food and you get too close because of curiosity. I stitch you back up because I like to prove humanity trumps instinct. We aren't food, we are the cockroach that keeps coming back even after we get squished." As he finished his Tirade, Neiro notices the second vial is finished filling. He seems to frown a bit as he looks at it disappointedly. He sighs as he looks at my chest and says. "The fact you are here today is a testament to that."

"It would seem I have finished with your wellness check. Truly such a sad ending to this wonderful meeting. I wish ya luck here at this petri dish of a park and hope you survive being part of the security team. If not, I'm always ready to put ya back together." He motions to the door we entered through as he takes the two vials of my blood towards the door at the back of the room. Without another word he was gone.

I glanced at the door he walked through for a second as I processed what he said. The way he talked was quite unnerving. I had heard similar spills of information by some of the more unsavory apostles and some of the older mages in the clocktower. Some food for thought I suppose. I fastened my shirt back onto my body as I headed for the lobby.

I had a new job to report for, and I don't want to be late.