Post by Watt Johnson on May 16, 2013 17:55:29 GMT -5
Another day, another rookie getting in over his head. Going by the signs put up around the infirmary now, one would think that a Shinigami would think twice before fighting something way beyond his – or her – actual fighting ability. However, at least three had been taken down this week alone, and as a combat medic, it was Watt’s job to get out and stabilise them. At least, before real medical help came. Sure, they could have sent some other Shinigami to deal with the Hollow, but would they have proper medical training, and medical supplies they could actually use? It was likely they wouldn’t.
Luckily, the victim’s spiritual pressure was still stable – well, stable, for someone too wounded to move effectively. They were weakening, but not at a rate that was enough to be alarming. Nevertheless, paramedics arrived on the scene as fast as possible, and even though the situation did not seem desperate, Watt would still be required to act similarly. Not that he wouldn’t. He had been in the business for a good few centuries – he knew what he was doing, and though he would not be able to match the power of many a different squad member, he was a combat medic for a reason.
Watt did not much care for the weather – maybe it was a deep-set trait of people from his country, but no matter the weather, there was something wrong with it. Too hot, too cold, not enough of either, anything could be found wrong with it. This did not put Watt off of his mission, but it did irritate him to no end, and he was just irritable enough to lash out verbally if someone said the wrong thing. Woe betide anyone who would dare to step to him – or anything, for that matter. He was already combat-ready, there was no telling what constantly having to clean up after everyone’s messes had done to his temper.
Luckily, the victim’s spiritual pressure was still stable – well, stable, for someone too wounded to move effectively. They were weakening, but not at a rate that was enough to be alarming. Nevertheless, paramedics arrived on the scene as fast as possible, and even though the situation did not seem desperate, Watt would still be required to act similarly. Not that he wouldn’t. He had been in the business for a good few centuries – he knew what he was doing, and though he would not be able to match the power of many a different squad member, he was a combat medic for a reason.
Watt did not much care for the weather – maybe it was a deep-set trait of people from his country, but no matter the weather, there was something wrong with it. Too hot, too cold, not enough of either, anything could be found wrong with it. This did not put Watt off of his mission, but it did irritate him to no end, and he was just irritable enough to lash out verbally if someone said the wrong thing. Woe betide anyone who would dare to step to him – or anything, for that matter. He was already combat-ready, there was no telling what constantly having to clean up after everyone’s messes had done to his temper.
