The ocean is a beautiful yet tumultuous place.

Hi there! I'm Kairi Yutani, and I live right on the edge of Kazoku Town, near the beautiful shore. I'm twenty years old and I'm a medical student, as well as an intern at Kazoku General Hospital. First thing I have to do is graduate, and possibly get myself another job in the process. It's a little lonely living all by myself in this town, you know? That being said, if you ever need something, don't hesitate to ask! I'll always try my very best. [[WOF RP]]

[paleoceanboy-deactivated2017061]

[kairiyutani]

ootd❧

[iwrotethisletterinmyhead]

[pubhealth]

The radically simple Uniject™ injection system

Rethinking the needle to extend the reach of lifesaving vaccines and medications

What if syringes were so easy to use that even untrained health workers could give injections without the risk of error?

What if vaccines for developing countries could be prepackaged in low-cost prefilled syringes, vastly reducing the amount of vaccine wasted?

What if syringes could not be reused—and we knew for certain that gateway to HIV transmission was closed?

The Uniject™ autodisable injection system (Uniject), born in PATH’s Seattle shop, is little more than a small bubble of plastic attached to a needle, but it answers all these needs. It is so simple that health workers can learn to use it after less than two hours of training. It cannot be reused, which eliminates one route of disease transmission. And it is precisely prefilled by the pharmaceutical producers with a single dose, which ensures that the correct amount of drug is delivered and that none is discarded unnecessarily.

PATH developed Uniject with funding from the US Agency for International Development and then licensed the system to BD, the largest syringe manufacturer in the world. As part of the licensing agreement, BD supplies the Uniject system to pharmaceutical producers at preferential prices for use in developing-country programs. Developing Uniject and bringing it to market has been a 20-year endeavor.

Originally developed for use with vaccines, Uniject now promises to extend the reach of other lifesaving drugs as well as contraception.

Uniject is a trademark of BD.

(From PATH)

http://www.path.org/our-work/uniject.php

[bokch]

Today we were building molecular models and one of the smartest kids starts toying around with the kit after we had finished the lab. After a moment he presents it to us and says “I made a dog”

[s3xualpastel]

♡ Pale ♡ 

[kairiyutani]

Silver Linings

[searchingforasteadyself-blog]

"I don’t," he said right away, a short pause following as he cleared his throat. "…Worry about other people, that is." Or rather, they didn’t worry about him, so he returned the favor of apathy, or at least tried very hard to.

However, Kabuto realized as Kairi stood up that apathy was something that was becoming steadily more difficult to maintain around her. As if it weren’t enough that she was smart, capable, outgoing enough to reach out to him first but quiet enough not to frighten him off, and appreciative of his quote-unquote humor, he was growing increasingly aware that she was also…attractive, which struck him yet again as a breeze through the window grazed her tied-back hair and too-big scrubs.

If asked if he had a “type,” Kabuto would either confront the inquisitive other party with a flat and humorless stare or just flounder uncomfortably, but if he did have one that he didn’t know about, Kairi might just satisfy quite a few prerequisites.

He pushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as ridiculous flights of fancy on the same level as inventing a panacea for all human illnesses or flying to Jupiter. Kabuto Yakushi didn’t do girls—no innuendo intended. Best not to trick himself into imagining that that was even within the realm of possibility.

So he picked up a few books, rose to his feet, and smiled, if a little uneasily. “Fire extinguishers? As in plural? That’s, ah—that’s comforting, I suppose. Well, in that case, let’s get some lunch ready.” He paused for a very long time. “You…you were kidding, right?”

[kairiyutani]

Once in the same lavish hall they had passed earlier-- her gaze unconsciously drifting to the right to the framed photo on the wall on which Kabuto commented earlier, and the comment to which she replied with unnecessary force-- Kairi pauses and turns back to look up at the silver male. She's naturally quiet now, with a calmer subdued air around her, the color to her cheeks fading to merely a mild dust of rose. Not that she could erase all the thoughts threatening to swallow her up with too many mixed emotions, but she sure as hell gave it a damn good effort to appear so.

"...I was kidding," she confirms very quietly, her voice a whisper in the large hall as if she's unwilling to break the comfortable silence around them. The way she says that though, it's like her joke fell flat...but all the same, she's glad the air is lighter now. She's glad that she can actually breathe. Breathing in the presence of a stranger in her home for the first time never really happens, ever, so this was quite a feat, she notes to herself.

That brings up the topic of her own cooking skills in her mind, and she soon finds herself quietly fumbling with figuring out what to make to eat. She had been so rushed to finish her work late last night, and then at least grab a solid four hours of sleep before a lab session early this morning, that she had completely forgotten to buy a few extra things to stock up with, just in case this older med student really did show up. ...Not that she ever got real visitors, so she left it at a fifty-fifty chance until Kabuto texted her back, that is. She had no clue what's lying around in her kitchen, and she's trying to think of anything that comes to mind, anything that sounds even remotely easy to make, because truth be told, her culinary skills are truly lacking. Thank whatever deity above that she planned to heal humans for a living, not poison them with her cooking. Ugh, and I just got dismissed from my only paying job too-- focus, Kairi. Come on, focus. 

She leads them down the hall, down the stairs, and just when she reaches the bottom, her teacup and saucer in one hand, she places a hand on the wooden rail at the foot of the stairs, and turns her head back to look at her visitor. In the distance between them of a few steps, she seems infinitely more small. "What...do you like to eat?" Kairi's voice is a little mousier than usual then, and she notes absentmindedly that her sheepish shyness seems to be the norm around this Kabuto, for whatever reason.

[lowcountrydigitallibrary]

On April 26th, 1954 medical professionals began trials on the polio vaccine.

Carpule Syringe

"Syringe- 0.5 x 5.75 x 2 Injections- 0.25 x 2.5 x 0.25 Injections: Hypodermic syringe: Dental. Steel syringe with stainless steel cartridge needles and two injections in glass vials, including Carbocaine and Xylocaine."

From the Waring Historical Library Artifact Collection held by the Waring Historical Library (MUSC).

[aprilalejandro]

[kairiyutani]

"Awwhh, look at you~!" Kairi can’t contain the high-pitched squeal from her throat. "Octavian! You precious little thing~!" She’s screeching softly, her own cheeks pink, as she admires her handiwork of stuffing her cute little kitten into a little outfit with ears. The kitten seems oddly content at the moment, his little head barely poking from below the fabric with a soft, almost confused look (at his screeching owner), and a meow.

[khukhucachoo]

Only 17 molecules of water?

[kairiyutani]

Silver Linings

[searchingforasteadyself-blog]

You have a sense of humor. Kabuto was stunned. That wasn’t a reaction to his clinical sarcasm disorder that he was particularly used to. Normally he received odd looks or complete ignorance to the fact that he’d used verbal irony at all. It made for quite a few stilted conversations. And Kairi didn’t seem to be countering it with sarcasm of her own; no, he could feel the awkwardness that had resulted from her outburst defusing already as she smiled appreciatively into her teacup.

Too relieved to hold her snapping at him against her, Kabuto smiled back a little, even if only faintly. “You’re probably the first person to ever tell me that," he said. “I’m more accustomed to my ah, ‘wry, odd sense of humor’ either sailing over people’s heads or making them smile uncomfortably." He eyed the tiny silver mass of fuzz—Octavian, was it?—as it decided it liked the floor near Kabuto and transformed into a feline pancake.

He hesitated at her offer. Close to a lifetime of living off of charity had made him wary of it, even in small and non-institutionalized doses. In fact, no matter how much Kabuto’s hunger was beginning to gnaw at him from the inside out, he was about to politely decline when Kairi’s flustered stammering guilted him into acceding. He didn’t want her head to explode.

"Lunch sounds excellent," he said with a nod, setting down his teacup on its saucer and beginning to stand. “I’ll accompany you. It would be a disservice to Doctor Yutani if I committed a terrible sin of omission by allowing you to burn down his library immediately after my first usage." It was part icebreaker, part honesty. Kairi was sweet but she also made him a little nervous.

[kairiyutani]

"Then maybe other people are just not very appreciative of the humor. Or they point blank don't understand it. Don't worry about them," she murmurs so softly in reply that the words may as well have been only a hallucinatory whisper in your ear, the soft syllables lost to the delicate rim of her teacup. Kairi too glances down at her little silver feline and away from the silver man for a moment, to be pleasantly surprised that the creature has indeed become an adorable feline pancake against the wooden floor. With a small hand bearing no jewelry besides a silver watch hanging loosely from her thin wrist, the younger student reaches out to pet the warm fuzz, making just then to rise to her feet quietly. Yes, the awkwardness between her and this male has lessened significantly compared to a moment ago, and she could feel it, drink it in like the fresh salty air that hits her face from the open window as she straightens out her small blue scrubs on her petite form. The wind ruffles her tied back hair for a second, and she thanks whatever deity above for the gentle moment of reassurance; she can taste the sea and feel comforted, as well as try to dispel the very small heat of a lingering blush to her cheeks. 

When the moment fades and the curtains whip slowly to fall back against the wall once more, Kairi finally opens her eyes, empty teacup and saucer nestled calmly in both hands in front of her, and she finds the courage to turn her gaze back to the ocean of flawless onyx before her. Relax. Have fun; you deserve this much peace. And so she listens to her thoughts, and takes in the 'wry, odd sense of humor' again, finding now that it is actually welcomed in her mind. Never mind Kabuto's mention of her father, the words themselves bring a small smile to her lips, and right to those differently colored eyes as well. "In that case: perfect." Somehow, she isn't surprised when her voice flows with a natural teasing lilt in reply next, almost as if a soft laugh just waits to spill forth. "I promise to show you where the fire extinguishers are, at the very least~ It would be unfair to have you go into battle empty handed by my side." By my side suddenly feels like a true bond to her, and she decides just then that she'll strive to keep this friendship no matter what it takes, leading the small path out of the room of what seems like a habitat from ancient times. ...No matter the bodily harm of her cooking, and no matter her painfully awkward gangly self, she'll give it a shot.

[ohyeahcomics]

Via Victims of Circumsolar

[lovebiology-blog]

The lab AKA my second home

[humblybumbly-deactivated2020112]

[kairiyutani]

Silver Linings

[searchingforasteadyself-blog]

And there it was.

Kabuto went completely rigid as Kairi snapped at him with the less-than-gentle (or even necessary) disclosure of her family’s mortality, feeling his expression harden slightly without his meaning for it to. He knew that this was wrong. He didn’t want to feel ire at her tone, but everything about it had put him on the defensive: the biting sarcasm, the fake smile, and the general delivery that made it seem as though he had been prying, and obnoxiously. Kabuto knew that his curiosity could get a little excessive, but he knew when he was crossing boundaries, and this was not one of those times.

Still…as much as he was struck by the urge to get up and leave, sure that this whole thing had been a mistake, something forbade him, and it wasn’t even pity for this orphaned girl living alone with a terminal illness; sympathy was there, but it disgusted him when people acted solely on pity. No, maybe it was the way that her little silver cat—silver like his hair—was still nudging his knee, or maybe it was the welcoming scent of hot mint tea, or maybe it was the sheer fact that he had made it this far as to be sitting there in her home. Her apology certainly helped. She seemed embarrassed, so he decided to move on and ruminate on the subject later. Even one of those formalities of an “I’m sorry" would probably make it worse. He would know.

Looking down at his tea, he said quietly, “You speak of it often. The ocean." Kabuto raised his cup to take a sip, then blinked. He felt like he’d just been addressed by a first-grade teacher as opposed to a fellow medical student. “Erm—" Favorite color. Was that a thing that people without crystalline eyes that happened to be reminiscent of a beloved location even had? Probably. "I don’t have one?" he said lamely. “I…suppose I must have been absent when they were passing out facets that comprise an interesting personality. Absent for at least half the seminar, I’d wager—"

His stomach seemed a little tired of his self-deprecation, because it chose that moment to roar suddenly as if there were something carnivorous and with rabies in there trying to get out.

[kairiyutani]

Kairi had picked up her cup of tea again, and she was staring intently into the beautifully scented warm mint liquid as if it was a television catching her attention. It was a way to distract herself, and it seemed to work, too. Well, that shy hedging away from any and all contact with the male sitting before her, and the grumble of 'sorry' a second ago. She felt bad, and that was an understatement. She really had to work on her personal skills and the little minute notion at the back of her mind that people just want in on her business and nothing more. Which, granted the looks she'll sometimes receive when she's legitimately trying to be outgoing at times, may not completely be false and a dismissible paranoid thought.

But she just sipped the tea, and it calmed her nerves just enough that she could answer, only curling both hands closer around the cup though. Is it bad that she expected almost the same exact answer from Kabuto even before it fell from his lips? If Kairi was bad at expressing herself openly, Kabuto wasn't far behind how bad she is, but at least he spoke up. At least belittling is better than not speaking at all.

"You have a sense of humor," her mousy voice admits. Honestly, if she wasn't so busy wallowing and hoping the floor swallows her petite blue scrub-clad self while, Kairi would laugh just about now, however gently. "A wry, odd sense of humor." She continues on, unable to help the honest words. Finally, an inkling of a smile graces her tiny pink lips against the rim of the cup, and she's just about to look up to the male again...when the movement of the kitten on his lap catches her attention instead.

Little Octavian shifts and nuzzles against Kabuto's side, and then flops his squishy fuzzy body half off onto the floor, already dozing off again in his own feline warmth. The sight is adorable, and it warms his owners smile however faintly, so that it catches her off guard when her...friend's stomach makes a little rumble. Kairi can't cook for the life of her, but she can sure as hell try, can't she? Otherwise, it'd just be rude.

Slowly, as if timidly all over again-- always two steps forward and one step back with her stupid mind-- the younger med student looks up to the onyx gaze of the older, speaking very quietly. "I'm hungry too, if you want to help me make lunch."

Pause. Backtrack. That sounded strange. "I-I mean--...if y-you want me to make it! I can make it! I just, I'm n-not a very good cook and I don't know what you like--...ngh--" Eventually just gives up and smiles sheepishly, making an odd little noise of frustration when she takes a deep breath. "Let's just-- kitchen." As if the confession to cooking failure wasn't already indicative of how truly thin and small she is, it's always a testament to her more relaxed and fun side, and she doesn't even know it.

[kairiyutani]

[kairiyutani]

"Oh gosh—," Kairi was entirely flustered then. If the embarrassment faded at all after she admitted that she liked silver— creepily, too, because now it looks like she’s sucking up in a sense— then it didn’t show in the slightest. After all, here she sits across from an...

[kairiyutani]

Kairi had picked up her cup of tea again, and she was staring intently into the beautifully scented warm mint liquid as if it was a television catching her attention. It was a way to distract herself, and it seemed to work, too. Well, that shy hedging away from any and all contact with the male sitting before her, and the grumble of 'sorry' a second ago. She felt bad, and that was an understatement. She really had to work on her personal skills and the little minute notion at the back of her mind that people just want in on her business and nothing more. Which, granted the looks she'll sometimes receive when she's legitimately trying to be outgoing at times, may not completely be false and a dismissible paranoid thought.

But she just sipped the tea, and it calmed her nerves just enough that she could answer, only curling both hands closer around the cup though. Is it bad that she expected almost the same exact answer from Kabuto even before it fell from his lips? If Kairi was bad at expressing herself openly, Kabuto wasn't far behind how bad she is, but at least he spoke up. At least belittling is better than not speaking at all.

"You have a sense of humor," her mousy voice admits. Honestly, if she wasn't so busy wallowing and hoping the floor swallows her petite blue scrub-clad self while, Kairi would laugh just about now, however gently. "A wry, odd sense of humor." She continues on, unable to help the honest words. Finally, an inkling of a smile graces her tiny pink lips against the rim of the cup, and she's just about to look up to the male again...when the movement of the kitten on his lap catches her attention instead.

Little Octavian shifts and nuzzles against Kabuto's side, and then flops his squishy fuzzy body half off onto the floor, already dozing off again in his own feline warmth. The sight is adorable, and it warms his owners smile however faintly, so that it catches her off guard when her...friend's stomach makes a little rumble. Kairi can't cook for the life of her, but she can sure as hell try, can't she? Otherwise, it'd just be rude.

Slowly, as if timidly all over again-- always two steps forward and one step back with her stupid mind-- the younger med student looks up to the onyx gaze of the older, speaking very quietly. "I'm hungry too, if you want to help me make lunch."

Pause. Backtrack. That sounded strange. "I-I mean--...if y-you want me to make it! I can make it! I just, I'm n-not a very good cook and I don't know what you like--...ngh--" Eventually just gives up and smiles sheepishly, making an odd little noise of frustration when she takes a deep breath. "Let's just-- kitchen." As if the confession to cooking failure wasn't already indicative of how truly thin and small she is, it's always a testament to her more relaxed and fun side, and she doesn't even know it.

[kairiyutani]

With a deep sigh, the dark-haired medical student reminds herself that hard work in the summer only means she’s one step closer to her medical degree. So when she steps into the local coffee shop with her notebook and laptop case in one hand, purse dangling from a shoulder, Kairi takes a moment to just inhale slowly, taking in all the scents of a rich coffee, and sweet chocolates and caramel. Instantly she is calmed, and only a handful of minutes later, is balancing a hot cup of her favorite caramel coffee back to an empty wooden table by the window. It was her usual seat.

Testing a sip of the hot liquid, she hums quietly, and takes just a moment to glance out the drape-lined glass window to her right, ears occupied by the dull noise from the street, but filled richly with the sound of soft music and chatting people and clinking glasses within the shop. For someone dressed in ripped jean shorts and a black t-shirt, she doesn't seem very studious and sharp, but she is, especially so when she sighs, sucks it up, and opens her laptop to her research documents unfinished and waiting expectantly on the screen, getting back to work with her daily dose of coffee-fuel.