☤ ▉ ▏Medic || nomedicalicense:
He began cutting a small line with the scalpel on the neck of his patient, not bothering to pull the mask off. It was going to help him identify which head was which. He spared no time when injecting the crimson liquid from the syringe into the now bleeding wound. He put the now empty syringe in his mouth to hold, a habit he had not noticed he did.
He picked up the bonesaw, the thought of being careful not crossing his mind as he separated Spy’s head from his body. He quickly placed his head on the metal device, pressing a button to give him life. It didn’t wake the spy up; he had passed out by now. His counterpart had shut his eyes, not wanting to watch what had happened to himself.
Medic picked up the medi gun once more to use it on the now headless body of the spy. And that was it. Simple yet effective. All he had to do now was wait for the right time. It was nothing, really. Of course a man like him could do something like this. To him, this was as easy as reciting the alphabet.
The BLU Spy head had tried to jump off the metal cart in hopes of succeeding however his plan was soon foiled when Medic had caught him last second by the ear. He placed the head back on the cart, patting it as if he were a child.
Amelia’s interest at first drew to the red liquid in the syringe. After all injections were kind of her specialty. Though that pique was shortly lived as her attention was again drawn to the scalpel among the other’s neck. My, getting right into the thick of it. She appreciated his manner of not wasting time, something she too could relate. Wasted time is just wasted opportunity after all especially when your victim could wake up any moment. Though she doubt Spy could wake up in this state now.
A small grin quickly upturned upon her lips as she watched the head lean more and more away from it’s stump. The esophagus, the spinal cord, the wind pipe and the brain stem all seemingly severed from the main functionality of the body. The command center so to speak. The head. The brain. How long could it survive before it completely turned to mush. How quickly does he have to act to get the head onto one of those devices?
All of her questions seemed to be answered the moment she thought of them. The head was quickly removed and placed onto a device but didn’t seem to wake. Shock surely played a part in that. As for the body, the Medi gun seemed to do wonders keeping it preserved in such a messy state. It was utterly, completely, fascinating to her about how far technology and medicine could go.
Letting out a small breath, the woman slowly clasped her hands together as she just observed everything.
❝ My god... That... That was genius. I don’t think I’ll be able to fathom the technicalities but just seeing it in action was utter fascination. Though I must say- what was that in the syringe you have? As an anesthetist and generally someone who enjoys syringe use, I’d like to know, maybe just a tad. ❞
