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Post by darkblade on Jan 17, 2018 0:26:02 GMT
Branch of Rebuild and RehabHandle it. Right.
In any sane situation, Mitsuko would have been the patient to get Mikemon's focus - though the feline's hesitation seemed to have merit. Once in a back-room, the Stingmon was finally able to see Mitsuko's injuries in proper, and it wasn't a comfortable sight to behold.
This tamer had been struck by something nasty, an ordinarily fatal wound crossed straight through her stomach and the other side. If that wasn't enough, a light red corrosive substance still burned at the edge of the wound, data randomly sparking with corruption. Honestly, this silver-haired tamer would have been data within a minute, if it hadn't been for the quick application of a rather severe burn, searing the wound shut. If Mikemon would have blindly tried to heal her, the wound would have re-opened... then again, all he's done is shove this balancing mess onto me.
The positives: Mitsuko could still breathe, and her body still held warmth. That much was most important, as the insect Digimon turned to a table, and drew a small syringe, a clear substance held in the vial. Carefully, the Stingmon would inject it by the hip. Without as many healing tricks as the feline had available, he had to rely on a few tricks - such as this concoction, which would slowly work to lessen the grip the D-Reaper held over that wound.
Only once the corruption was lessened, could the Stingmon work in proper...
Mitsuko Kaioh
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Feb 1, 2018 3:57:31 GMT
Cold. She was cold. A numbness filled her deeply. She couldn't describe it. Mitsuko could feel her heartbeats slowing down, even stuttering. Numbness and pain, it was an odd mix. Her own heart worked hard to continue it's job. However it was in vein.
She heard her partner, his agonized scream. It was much like her own, when she had lost her mother. Full of love, pain, sorrow, and mostly fear. She wanted to apologize. She wanted to tell him everything would be okay. Alicia, Elliot, or Maia would protect him, and care for him. But mostly, she wanted to tell Patamon that she loved him. To tell her father she was sorry, and that she loved him too.
Her heart kept beating, but it hurt. So much pain, but this time from all the love she knew she could never again express. A tear escaped her eye, and the golden glow dimming was the last thing she recognized.
It was dark, quiet. The pain was ebbing away, and an eerie calm filled her. Her body became warm. Burning in fact. It radiated her stomach and back. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. From here, everything was a blur and rather fragmented.
Greymon hulking over her. Patamon crying, burying his head into her bloodstained hair. Her heart thumping weakly.
Darkness claimed her once again.
A building, and voices, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Isaac and Alicia were there, but she was unable to say anything.
Darkness embraced her again.
This time, her eyes fluttered open and a big green and black bug-like digimon hovered around her. She didn't recognize him. She would have probably screamed if she had been able to. The he had a syringe. Something she knew a lot about! What was he going to do with it? She tried to protest, but she couldn't. Her mouth wouldn't cooperate. Nothing would. Now this angered her. A rage flared up within her, her eyes saw red. Literally. Why was she so mad, was he going to kill her? He could have just let her alone. Was he going to do some strange digital experiments upon her body? She wouldn't know, because once the plunger was pushed, pain exploded into her body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her body convulsing slightly. However, her mind was not with her body. This was a battle of the wills, deep within Mitsuko's own body!
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Post by darkblade on Feb 1, 2018 23:59:36 GMT
Mitsuko couldn't have picked a worse time to slip back into consciousness: right as the Stingmon moved to inject that formula, he noted that his patient's eyes were following the movement of his arm. That was noted a moment too late, right as the formula was injected into her. Immediately, Mitsuko's body has an adverse response, convulsing and struggling against the bed. He couldn't put a scalpel up to her like this!
Damn... but that formula's only going to work for thirty minutes, then she can't handle another for a week. I hate do do this, but...
There was no other option. Briefly, the Stingmon stepped away, pulling up another familiar medical device: a tank, and a mask. Anesthetic: so long as Mitsuko was conscious, the insect couldn't operate. He worried about her mental state considering her condition, but he couldn't use another needle without her struggling and risking severe damage to her arm.
So, carefully, the Stingmon would clasp one of his hands around one of her's, softly holding the silver-haired tamer's hand in his own. "You've been hurt. I'm here to help." His voice wasn't the most assuring, as the other hand moved over, to carefully press that mask over Mitsuko's face, covering her nose and mouth. "Deep breath. Count back from ten if you can, and it will be over before you know it..."
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