Day In, Day Out

Katsumi hovered her hand above the deep lacerations that split her patient's arm in three precise and straight lines. A field troop, just returned from the Human World entered the hospital not moments beforehand. His wound seemed to come from the claw of some kind of hollow. Not uncommon, claw wounds, but his one seemed oddly precise. Like a sword had made the precise and devastating cut that now threatened future use of the arm. The man sat before Katsumi on a bed in the treatment room. The nurses set him up comfortably, but apparently the man refused all amenities, including pain medications. He sat stoic on the hospital bed as the light from Katsumi's healing technique enveloped him. Kat focused deeply upon her zanpakuto spirit and her Reiryoku, drawing her powers deep from within. She held her staff in one hand, upon it the orb flashed with brilliant white light.

Katsumi paced herself slowly. This man is unlikely to be the last patient to be treated by the young doctor today. She conserved her energy, still the man's wounds began to slowly seal and shut. The muscle and skin seemed to form back together where it was once severed. The patient did not move. Not a single wince or cry of pain. He looked on stoically into empty space, perhaps at the tacky posters on the wall, but all the same, his face was still and quiet. He is an odd fellow to be sure, very large and bearded. His file said Squad 11 which did not surprise Kat in the least.

His wound finally sealed and the last tinge of red faded. Katsumi took a step back and admired her handiwork. The shinigami inspected his arm, stretched it a little, and, to Katsumi’s surprise, smiled.

“You should be well now. Even so I advise hanging up the sword for a couple days and rest. I can heal much, but the body still has a role to play in the healing.” the doctor explains with a tinge of pride in her voice at a job well done. The shinigami, conversely, simply smiles wider and offers Katsumi his hand to shake. And she does, marvelling at how the man’s hand nearly envelops hers. He stepped back and bowed his head before taking heavy steps out the door.

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Katsumi flopped herself onto the break-room sofa after a few long minutes of paperwork, her sword she dropped lazily onto a nearby table. It was still early in the morning, the sun shined still low on the horizon hanging in the middle of the room’s single large window. She leaned back in the sofa to get the light out of her eyes, and tried to relax. Katsumi was rather content to allow the day to roll along at its presently slow pace. That large fellow was the only patient in the last hour. If she is needed, she would be called. Kat almost could have dozed off, until she heard another enter the room.

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