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apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-25 10:09 am
landing_lights) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-25 10:09 am
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(closed) the doctors and the nurses, they adore me so
Who: Ade Bennett and Luka Kovač
When: Mid-April
Where: ADI medical labs
Summary: Luka meets the man with miracle blood.
Warnings: Medical tests, blood, likely discussion of infectious disease
[ Over the past couple of weeks, Ade has become something of a regular at the ADI medical labs. It seems like every other day, there’s another blood test, another follow-up, another revelation from the doctors. C’nataat is no longer a permanent infection. C’nataat retains its ability to regenerate damaged and diseased cells. Certain lab animals infected with c’nataat show signs of distress, including attempts at self-harm. With each test, there's a new muddle of emotions: relief, joy, confusion, horror. And yet, the doctors keep calling him back and Ade keeps showing up. He doesn’t blame them for their thoroughness—it’s not every day a patient walks in with a literal cure-all running through his veins.
He’s sitting out in the waiting room now with a juice box and a packet of biscuits. They’d drawn more blood than usual today—the doctors want to start testing the effects of higher volume transfusions—and the lab technicians had insisted Ade observe the standard recovery procedure. The one drawing the blood had even taped the bit of gauze to his arm afterward, likely forgetting that the puncture would have healed the second the needle was pulled from his vein. There’s something strangely bittersweet about it; for all their tests on animals, the doctors here don’t seem to have fully grasped what it means for a human to be a host to c’nataat. To them, Ade is still a person who might get hurt, sick, or drained; the gulf between him and them is hidden behind his still-very-human exterior.
He supposes he should be grateful that he’s still considered a patient rather than a lab rat—though, he can’t help but feel some guilt for what his blood might be doing to their actual laboratory animals. Ade had asked if he could keep the rats when they’re done with the last round of tests. He’s still waiting to hear back about that.
For now, he sips his juice and “recovers,” watching the next fifteen or so minutes tick by on the waiting room clock. ]
When: Mid-April
Where: ADI medical labs
Summary: Luka meets the man with miracle blood.
Warnings: Medical tests, blood, likely discussion of infectious disease
[ Over the past couple of weeks, Ade has become something of a regular at the ADI medical labs. It seems like every other day, there’s another blood test, another follow-up, another revelation from the doctors. C’nataat is no longer a permanent infection. C’nataat retains its ability to regenerate damaged and diseased cells. Certain lab animals infected with c’nataat show signs of distress, including attempts at self-harm. With each test, there's a new muddle of emotions: relief, joy, confusion, horror. And yet, the doctors keep calling him back and Ade keeps showing up. He doesn’t blame them for their thoroughness—it’s not every day a patient walks in with a literal cure-all running through his veins.
He’s sitting out in the waiting room now with a juice box and a packet of biscuits. They’d drawn more blood than usual today—the doctors want to start testing the effects of higher volume transfusions—and the lab technicians had insisted Ade observe the standard recovery procedure. The one drawing the blood had even taped the bit of gauze to his arm afterward, likely forgetting that the puncture would have healed the second the needle was pulled from his vein. There’s something strangely bittersweet about it; for all their tests on animals, the doctors here don’t seem to have fully grasped what it means for a human to be a host to c’nataat. To them, Ade is still a person who might get hurt, sick, or drained; the gulf between him and them is hidden behind his still-very-human exterior.
He supposes he should be grateful that he’s still considered a patient rather than a lab rat—though, he can’t help but feel some guilt for what his blood might be doing to their actual laboratory animals. Ade had asked if he could keep the rats when they’re done with the last round of tests. He’s still waiting to hear back about that.
For now, he sips his juice and “recovers,” watching the next fifteen or so minutes tick by on the waiting room clock. ]