[Yo why the FUCK did it take him 5 minutes to make a 30 second walk to the clinic what the fuck is going on in here, what's with all the yelling don't you all realise that old people like him need their bedtimes—
And then he passes by Pure Vanilla stepping out looking sad and hears the sobbing from within the clinic proper, and Gnosis steels himself for the worst, gripping the handle of the door firmly as he shuts it behind him. It's not like he's expecting much. Someone is probably just in pain, or maybe they're just being loud over here while someone is sick, or...
...
Or dead. The worst-case scenario, the one Gnosis didn't want to acknowledge at all, because it would've been far easier if he simply had to walk in and tell people to shut up so he can sleep. Far easier. Far better.
The soft, ever-dimming glow of Mizuki's body weighs on him. Gnosis stands in the doorway for a second too long as the others sob, takes a breath, and spins on his heel to head to another room. Add used to keep proper medical equipment somewhere in here. If Pure Vanilla had rearranged it at all, he'll find it in time, and pace back to the room with his arms full.
When he's upset, the only thing he knows how to do is work until he collapses. That's precisely what he'll do here, biting back any number of comments or stifling sobs or requests for people to simply move out of his way.
He wordlessly looks at the injuries, bite wounds with motifs of a black sun, and closes his eyes. His feathers are puffed out, and there's a mourning call that wants to build in his throat, but...
Instead, Gnosis simply pulls out a needle and several vials.]
They look like snake bites. Mizuki shouldn't have been able to get poisoned, but it's possible that it was an allergic reaction, or some sort of venom that melts bodily tissues. I don't know, but I'll find out.
[It's a simple matter drawing blood right now before rigor mortis has set in and the body has, essentially, become frozen — he takes five vials, which feels like overkill and may just be, but if it's venom, they need an antidote for others who might get bitten by this snake in the future.
It'll be clear to Sesa in particular that Gnosis is barely holding it together, a glassy look in his eyes as he works. If there's no need to cut the body open for a proper autopsy, he won't be back, and so he simply stands and takes the chilly-feeling vials with him.]
If I find anything with this, I'll let you know in the notebook. Otherwise, I'll be back.
[And off he goes, back to the lab to set to work.]
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And then he passes by Pure Vanilla stepping out looking sad and hears the sobbing from within the clinic proper, and Gnosis steels himself for the worst, gripping the handle of the door firmly as he shuts it behind him. It's not like he's expecting much. Someone is probably just in pain, or maybe they're just being loud over here while someone is sick, or...
...
Or dead. The worst-case scenario, the one Gnosis didn't want to acknowledge at all, because it would've been far easier if he simply had to walk in and tell people to shut up so he can sleep. Far easier. Far better.
The soft, ever-dimming glow of Mizuki's body weighs on him. Gnosis stands in the doorway for a second too long as the others sob, takes a breath, and spins on his heel to head to another room. Add used to keep proper medical equipment somewhere in here. If Pure Vanilla had rearranged it at all, he'll find it in time, and pace back to the room with his arms full.
When he's upset, the only thing he knows how to do is work until he collapses. That's precisely what he'll do here, biting back any number of comments or stifling sobs or requests for people to simply move out of his way.
He wordlessly looks at the injuries, bite wounds with motifs of a black sun, and closes his eyes. His feathers are puffed out, and there's a mourning call that wants to build in his throat, but...
Instead, Gnosis simply pulls out a needle and several vials.]
They look like snake bites. Mizuki shouldn't have been able to get poisoned, but it's possible that it was an allergic reaction, or some sort of venom that melts bodily tissues. I don't know, but I'll find out.
[It's a simple matter drawing blood right now before rigor mortis has set in and the body has, essentially, become frozen — he takes five vials, which feels like overkill and may just be, but if it's venom, they need an antidote for others who might get bitten by this snake in the future.
It'll be clear to Sesa in particular that Gnosis is barely holding it together, a glassy look in his eyes as he works. If there's no need to cut the body open for a proper autopsy, he won't be back, and so he simply stands and takes the chilly-feeling vials with him.]
If I find anything with this, I'll let you know in the notebook. Otherwise, I'll be back.
[And off he goes, back to the lab to set to work.]