Information
Infirmary
Legacy Name: Infirmary
The Spectrum Bumbus
Owner: Savie
Age: 15 years, 1 month, 2 weeks
Born: February 9th, 2009
Adopted: 9 years, 4 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: November 17th, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 40
- Strength: 100
- Defense: 100
- Speed: 100
- Health: 100
- HP: 96/100
- Intelligence: 17
- Books Read: 15
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Sprout Tender
Adopted from Mesic
"Have you fixed up in a jiffy, love," a sweet voice lilts from another room.
Water runs, pauses, runs again briefly, and then rustling. Heels click on the linoleum floor... white, you guess, based on the uniformity of the portion of your surroundings that you can see. Away from you.
Silent... Bright... Cold... Restrained... you're lightly wrapped in white linen, not uncomfortable, but tight. Expert twists and turns of material that hold your body relaxed, restrained, and still. "H...have I hurt myself, somehow...? My spine...?"
But the words are only in your head. Your mouth has a single light layer of linen across it, tightly woven, freshly washed, crisp, scented of bright summer air... but that shouldn't inhibit you to speak.
Still, you cannot seem to remember quite how.
You roll your eyes upwards, careful not to crane your neck, though you feel, miraculously, unbroken, despite obviously being in a medical ward of some sort. Burns...? But no, there is no astringent tang of burn ointment here, no unctuous salve between your fingers or toes, you can move them against eachother, just barely.
She is there, smiling nearly as brightly as the Operatory light overhead. Pretty, pert, bright. A nurse. She gives you a thumbs-up, encouragingly. And then you're moving, watching fluorescent light bars zoom overhead, accompanied by the metronome sound of heels on linoleum, without really seeing them.
Suddenly, you were stricken with horror, as you instantly realize that her's was the face you saw looming over you at the bar last night, mouth fixed in the same bright, toothy smile, after you had an allergic reaction to the garnish of an exotic drink you don't remember ordering. Free drink, bottoms up...
Your throat closing, your eyes bulging, your last thought fixed on that pretty face.
God, I hope she's an Angel, you think, and then she's back, smiling more subtly now, no teeth. She's looking at the entrance to the operating theater, stainless steel doors open just a crack, silent, bright, cold... but the sound of water running, pausing, then running again briefly. She looks downright worshipful, watching those doors with a quiet, happy reverence... and then
Rustling.
Footsteps.
The door swings inward, and a horror unknown pulses through the door, something stuffed into a lab coat like a glistening sausage, hilarious parodies of hands clad in rubber gloves, upraised carefully, to prevent contamination.
The Nurse is smiling, all teeth again, and she claps her hands together lightly, eyes sliding down from the Scientist as he begins to prepare a tray of surgical tools.
Her eyes, lively, bright blue, fix jitteringly on your's.
"You're gonna like it here, hon. Just gonna fix you up now, it'll only take a jiffy..."
"You're gonna like it here, hon..."
"Have you fixed up in a jiffy, love," a sweet voice lilts from another room.
Water runs, pauses, runs again briefly, and then rustling. Heels click on the linoleum floor... white, you guess, based on the uniformity of the portion of your surroundings that you can see. Away from you.
Silent... Bright... Cold... Restrained... you're lightly wrapped in white linen, not uncomfortable, but tight. Expert twists and turns of material that hold your body relaxed, restrained, and still. "H...have I hurt myself, somehow...? My spine...?"
But the words are only in your head. Your mouth has a single light layer of linen across it, tightly woven, freshly washed, crisp, scented of bright summer air... but that shouldn't inhibit you to speak.
Still, you cannot seem to remember quite how.
You roll your eyes upwards, careful not to crane your neck, though you feel, miraculously, unbroken, despite obviously being in a medical ward of some sort. Burns...? But no, there is no astringent tang of burn ointment here, no unctuous salve between your fingers or toes, you can move them against eachother, just barely.
She is there, smiling nearly as brightly as the Operatory light overhead. Pretty, pert, bright. A nurse. She gives you a thumbs-up, encouragingly. And then you're moving, watching fluorescent light bars zoom overhead, accompanied by the metronome sound of heels on linoleum, without really seeing them.
Suddenly, you were stricken with horror, as you instantly realize that her's was the face you saw looming over you at the bar last night, mouth fixed in the same bright, toothy smile, after you had an allergic reaction to the garnish of an exotic drink you don't remember ordering. Free drink, bottoms up...
Your throat closing, your eyes bulging, your last thought fixed on that pretty face.
God, I hope she's an Angel, you think, and then she's back, smiling more subtly now, no teeth. She's looking at the entrance to the operating theater, stainless steel doors open just a crack, silent, bright, cold... but the sound of water running, pausing, then running again briefly. She looks downright worshipful, watching those doors with a quiet, happy reverence... and then
Rustling.
Footsteps.
The door swings inward, and a horror unknown pulses through the door, something stuffed into a lab coat like a glistening sausage, hilarious parodies of hands clad in rubber gloves, upraised carefully, to prevent contamination.
The Nurse is smiling, all teeth again, and she claps her hands together lightly, eyes sliding down from the Scientist as he begins to prepare a tray of surgical tools.
Her eyes, lively, bright blue, fix jitteringly on your's.
"You're gonna like it here, hon. Just gonna fix you up now, it'll only take a jiffy..."
"You're gonna like it here, hon..."
Pet Treasure
Strange Stained Yellow Nitrile Gloves
Stained Yellow Nitrile Gloves
Stained White Nitrile Gloves
Stained Purple Nitrile Gloves
Stained Green Nitrile Gloves
Stained Blue Nitrile Gloves
Bag of Blood
Torn Blood Stained Strip of Fabric
Daily Pills
Stethoscope
Nurse Skirt
Labcoat
Doctor Mask
Nurse Hat
White Arm Cast
Sticky Bandage
Round Bandage
Butterfly Bandages
Blood Bag Candy
Revivifying Pylonic
Bandages
Roll of Gauze
Regular Strength Pain Pills
Extra Strength Pain Pills
RoQ Candy Xtra Emergency Kit
Scalpel of Doom
Scalpel of Love
Novelty Thermometer
Hospital Bed
Hospital Horrors
Bag of Plasma
Dripping Gelatin Vial
Universal Antidote
Anomalous X-Ray
Subject Standard Issue Medical Gown
Plas-Tek Large Purple Morostide Syringe
Lamouracillin
Lovitol
H-34-RT Inoculation
Dr. Lockhearts Amoricide
Dr. Lockhearts Hyperamory Inducer
Dr. Lockhearts Amorisporin-Medicated Bandages