Snippet #2196470

Johan was hard to read in this situation, mostly just because he was focusing on his work. Mending the interior of the body took a picture perfect understanding of exactly how it should be along with an artistic understanding of how each person was different. Recreating something that you have never actually seen with your own eyes could be difficult. For Johan however it was just another day at the office. The small handheld tissue regenerater filled his palm as he went to work rebuilding her insides. A handy little device his grandfather had created and marketed only to later be improved upon by his grandson. The patent for which brought in a hefty sum of money for Johan, this wasn't what was on his mind, no 80% of his mind was on the girls recovery while the other 20% was on the conversation at hand. From the way he talked however it sounded like twenty percent was all he needed to hold a conversation "The fabric removed was only to keep the hole in your stomach and shoulder from killing you. I tried to leave as much as possible. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. Promise I will only keep my eyes on your wounds." He gave a gentle smile which bore with it the kind generous honesty that came with everything this man tended to do. Though knowing his luck the class 3 girl would see it as him trying to pry some favor from her, unfortunately the people in class three where notoriously suspicious of his kind. Johan couldn't blame them though, they led a rough life down there and it only got worse if someone took something from you.

After a pause while he worked he responds to the second half of her statement, a light chuckle preceding "My name is Johan Ferin. You may call me any nickname you want though as long at I know its me." He smiles again at her, not seeming nervous about the procedure at all. He liked his patients to make up nicknames for him, it made things more personal when they where dealing with him. So they felt like he was a friend rather than just a doctor, it helped when he was explaining things to them they needed to know as well as when getting them to do what they needed to to become healthy. He let the memory part slide, knowing full well talking about a medical fact in this situation would simply let the sarcastic girl add wood too her fire.

He works silently for a time until she speaks again about the drug. This pulls a minor laugh out of him "I get it from my own pharmaceutical company." He turns to look at her now, his eyes brown at first but slowly shifting toward blue "And no, I don't." He looked her in the eye the whole time until his eyes returned to his work, never once looking down at her exposed flesh. Not even a flick as he returned to the area he was working on. He did promise afterall. A few more moments passed until she spoke again, the only response being "Your wound is dangerously close to your spine, the bindings are there to keep you from further hurting yourself..." He pauses a moment before saying "But, now that I am done with that." He presses a button on the table and the binds come off "That should be a bit more comfortable. Now for the wound in your shoulder." Her body was still paralyzed so there was no danger of her attacking or running while he fixed her up. The only reason he had her tied down was so she didn't spasm, since the danger was gone he had no reason to have her tied down anymore. He rolls his stool up toward her head, stopping just below her shoulder.

With one hand he pulls out a small pair of pliers and starts fishing for the bullet. Luckily the numbing agent made it so it slightly tingled but that was it, no pain at all. One of the machines beep suddenly and he look over at it. With his free hand he reaches up and hits a few buttons and one of the tubes hooked to your arm starts to pump blood into your system. "Looks like you where getting a bit low, this should pep you right back up." He had already tested her blood type and had some ready to go just in case. Right about the time she mentioned rape he managed to get a hold of the bullet, He wiggles it a little to get it loose then pulls it out almost gracefully, not causing any extra damage while pulling it out. Dropping it in a metal bowl he goes to work with his regenerater again. "I'm afraid you have misunderstood a medical procedure...." The doctor was talking but then something odd happened, personality came through "Besides, Taking isn't exactly my style." He smirks at the statement, trying to poke a little fun at her paranoia while he finishes up his work. By the time he was done there wasn't a mark on her, no visible sign of previous injury except to those with high medical training. Her skin was once again perfect. Both at the bullet hole and the hole that was once at her stomach.

Just then a knock came at the door and someone called through telling him an old detective friend of his had arrived and was waiting for him to finish. He began cleaning up his gear, sanitizing this and organizing that. Being organized was one of the things that made him so fast at his work. He never had to look for tools, he already knew where they were. When she asked about class one he pauses a moment. Thinking about it for a bit he realized she probably hadn't heard much music in her time. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small device, wrapped around it are some headphones. He slides it into her side pocket before saying "Here, there is plenty of music on here... all kinds actually. I'm sure it will do you a lot more good than it will me." It was a simple music storage and playing device. It held hundreds of songs on it of all genre. In his mind someone in class three had much more use for the healing power of music than he did. Not to mention much less access.

Then she spoke her disdain for him. He pauses in his ritual cleaning at this, turning toward her still holding that same kind smile. At that moment he made a guess and hoped it was right. "J'étais né "classe une". Je n'étais pas né supérieure. A ce jour je ne suis pas supérieure. Ce que je sais, je sais grâce au travail acharné et à la détermination. Rappelez-vous que avant de vous jugez-moi là où je suis né." ("I was born Class one. I was not born Superior. To this day I am not superior. I know what I know through hard work and determination. Remember that before you judge me for where I was born.") He looks at her seriously for a moment to let the thought sink in before continuing in English "Your paralysis will wear off in three to five minutes depending on your drug tolerance. Don't take any heavy impacts to the previously wounded areas for 12 hours, after that the tissue will be fully binded and you should feel normal. If you have any more medical issues that you can't afford simply call me.. My number is in the music device. I will do what I can. And for what it's worth I hope you have better luck in the future." As he spoke the last part he was putting what looked like a light blue button-up shirt under you, threading your arms through the sleeves and buttoning it up so you would be completely covered and wearing it normally when the others came in. From the looks of it it was a personal shirt of his. Fine soft fabric, detailed embroidery, it even smelled lightly of his cologne.. It would match his outfit if it was the right color. With that he turns to walk out of the room.

(Note the effected areas will be sore until the fully bind. So for the next 12 hours it will feel like you have a heavy bruise in both spots.)