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From the Pinnacle	By : SilencedDarling Category: +M to R > My Hero Academia Views: 593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Miss Shuzenji."

The voice of a man floods the small room where a young woman peers over the screen of a tablet. Her fingers roll along the screen as various notes are tapped into the system before her. After a moment, the dark haired woman cuts her gaze from the screen before her.

"Yes?"

"The other students are waiting. We are nearly past the time that we are expected to start the rounds."

There is a shocked look that muddles the young woman's features as she pops up from her spot, nearly fumbling the tablet from where she was holding it. As she moves, the apologies begin to spill from her lips as she gathers the items in her grasps, aiming to breeze past the man.

"Understand that we are not here to babysit you. This will be the only time that I or anyone else will come to remind you."

A flurry of nods are delivered as she keeps her lips pressed together, already understanding that talking back would likely mar her already strained predicament. It was one thing being late to a casual meeting or conversation with friends, but when it was the first day of a person's residency, it was a whole different thing.

Out of the door and into the fray, the young woman collects into a grouping of hopeful new doctors working their way through a similar background-- a grouping of about four including the late individual. Small conversation takes place up until the point where the overseeing doctor comes to begin the official introductions and lay out the day.

"Good morning, everyone. I am Doctor Iguru and I will be overseeing your residency here. I understand there are a few of you here with mundane quirks that won't add too much to your work here, but never fear, yes? Our world was built on a foundation of medical practices that do not include quirks, so you all are following a profession that will be as equally rewarding as professional heroism."

The words linger in a way that everyone takes it in, simple and clear. Glances given among one another suggest one thing, though-- the various students here are making the attempt to pick out who may have the considerably mundane quirks among them. In this society, it is not a hard thought to cross by.

Most people were defined this way.

“Ah, yes, the sound of crickets as you all pick each other apart is one of my favorite sounds. Now, now. Don’t bother with doing that to one another, yes? As has been stated prior, our world existed without quirks, and it will exist even if they should all disappear one of these days.” There’s a daunting little smile on the man’s features, and Chie cannot help but linger on the words that have been expressed here.

She knew for a fact that when it came to the whole schtick about the mundane that it did not pertain to her. Usage of her quirk was a matter of properly preserving herself and potentially using it to advance her career as a medical student.

“Now, come, we have a lot of work to do. You all will be divided up among the various departments– and no, you do not get to pick where you all get to go.”

There’s a few muffled sounds of muttering. Everyone had their own ideal specializations naturally, but it was a matter of making sure that all of the experiences culminated into ideals that they could recall and work off of.

“No griping.” It is the last thing mentioned before the man began to tick off the areas that the students would branch off to in the hospital. To places such as labor and delivery, orthopedics, neurology, pathology, and such they would be sent off to, with Chie getting the special ticket to one of the most hectic places that a hospital had to offer: emergency.

The young woman knew that it could be something that dragged on or it could be a place where there was no time to even breathe, so the anxiety would naturally drum up a bit in the pit of her stomach, but… She had no time to truly ruminate on it at this point.

“Chie!” A familiar voice calls out toward her, and a shoulder bumps against her own. It causes a small sigh of relief to leave her as she turns to greet the other girl beside her.

“‘Kemi, we don’t really have time to t–...”

“Oh hush, I’m just popping up to remind you to shoot me a text later so we can reconvene, okay? You got a tough assignment, so I want to make sure that your mental holds up, got that?”

Akemi was always one to mother and dote upon the people in the group of six here, but it also did not help that they had been friends for… what? A decade now? Time flies when you are having ‘fun’ doesn’t it?

“Got it,” Chie states, a hand waving briefly through the air. The clopping sounds of the loafers on her feet fills the newfound silence that grows between them. “See you later!” She makes sure to tack it on. It would not be a good look for her to seem rude now, would it? She needed to keep the alliances that she had here! It was a cut throat industry and any wrong moves could put a person six feet under.

Now, she’s swift enough that the departure from the other girl is lost among the shuffle and fray. From under her arm, she pulls out a tablet as she begins to tap her fingers against the screen, observing the map of the hospital. Her brown eyes flit to the signage among the halls, getting a moment of silence as she breezes past the various medical equipment lining the halls neatly. The moment, however, soon dissolves as the sounds of coughing and beeps flood the airways. It does not take long for the quiet murmuring of the nurses on staff at one of their stations comes into play.

Halting there, she offers a brief smile toward the three ladies settled at the desks. “Good morning. I was sent here– I’m one of the medical students starting out on their residency: Shuzenji Chie.” A small bow of her head is given in respect as the women there greet her in kind.

“Hello, Chie. I’m Hana, she’s Koyuki, and that’s Hiroko. The doctor is around somewhere– we’re a little short staffed today, but we’ll try to help you the best that we can to get settled in. Do you know how long your assignment is meant to be for?”

Admittedly, she didn’t know. It wasn’t briefed all too well previously, so the struggle was certainly on to figure things out on her own. Perhaps it would be defined in her handy dandy little tablet, but for the time being? “I’m unsure of how long the assignment will be for. I, at least, know that I will be here for the day.”

“Hmm, I see. Normally we keep the medical students for about a week or so. Most of them are clawing to get away, though… Not a lot of people are really prepared for emergency work, you know? We see a lot of things.”

Another of the nurses– Hiroko– chimes in: “But we have had people who want to stick around. There is definitely never a dull moment here, you know? The current doctor in charge was one of them,” a small snicker leaves the woman as she leans back in her chair.

Koyuki seemed a bit immersed in the statistics displayed on the screen, a nail idly tapping against it as she gave a droning little hum outwards. “...hey, when is the last time we’ve had someone check on room E-3?”

The woman who greeted Chie gives a puffy cheek look as she glances over toward the nurse making the inquiry: “I haven’t been in a bit. Do you want me to take Miss Chie and we can go take a look now?”

“Better than sitting around talking, I’d say.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Fun? In a hospital? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

It wouldn’t be a typical work place without a little bit of yammering on and people needing to socialize though, would it? At the end of the day, though, these people were here to do their jobs and they all excelled in one way or another.
The day seems to have its ups and downs. People having little accidents here and there, the elderly coming in with cases of sickness that could’ve been drummed up to an urgent care visit, so on, so forth. There were stitches administered to kids that did not keep their hands away from sharp objects and some medicine prescribed to people who took little tumbles in their hustle and bustle to work.

To Chie, it seemed like a pretty standard course that the day was taking. Her eyes locked upon the clock on the wall, counting down the last fifteen minutes until five o’clock, then she’d be able to let Akemi know that everything had gone just fine and well with her day. She was already daydreaming about the leftovers in her fridge from the other night, too. One could sneak off for a small snack or two, but the nurses were definitely right about things being short staffed here.

“So, Miss Chie, do you have any plans tonight?”

“Huh?” She snaps out of her daydreaming state, flitting her gaze over toward Hana as she shakes her head from side to side, black ponytail following along with the motions of her head. “Not really. Homework, writing down the notes from everything I did here today. Thinking about the leftover udon in my fridge,” now she cracks a grin toward the other woman, who bobs her head with a nod in response.

“Mondays are uneventful, aren’t they?”

She cracks her lips open to respond, but the sound of the swinging doors being crashed open catches her off-guard, a small squeaking sound leaving her instead. A couple of paramedics swoop in with a gurney, a man atop of someone laying in the bed as he administers chest compressions to the individual laying on the cot.

“All hands on deck!” A voice calls out as the doctor in charge swoops in, and then Hana cuts a sympathetic glance toward Chie.

“...Fifteen minutes just turned into an hour, I think. So sorry about that, but let’s go. Koyuki is taking her lunch break while she can, so you’re with me.”

Well, the thought and hope was good while it lasted, right? The immediate smell of singed flesh begins to fill the corridor as she moves alongside of Hana, pulling a mask over her features, snatching onto some clean gloves as she prepares to be a part of the crew looking to take on what seems like a comatose individual.

The raucous sounds of a man pushing and shoving his way through the people crowding the hall comes and goes: “Let me pass. You’re in the way! That’s my son. Move out of my way!” The continuous commands come, but before he can break through, Hana is on her way.

Stopping in front of the large man who seemed to be burning like an inferno, the smaller woman holds up her hands. “Sir! You have to let the doctors and staff have their space so they can stabilize your son. I understand that you want to be by his side, but the best thing you can do for him is not cause a scene here.”

“Cause a scene? How dare you, you–...”

“Endeavor! Let them do their jobs.” Another man’s voice comes to play, the rail-thin appearance of a blonde man coming to stand next to the seething man.

Hana only manages to meekly express her thanks toward the wiry looking man before she sweeps back into the room.

“Make sure his airways are open.” One of the paramedics at the bedside begins to rattle off multiple checks and the like to the nurses and doctors now gathered. Chie begins to move, her hands coming to pull open his mouth as she observes his throat, trying to see if any obstructions are in the way of his breathing.

“All clea–...”

It is in an instant that her throat practically clamps down on itself as a hand shoots up from the individual laying on the bed. His eyes rattle awake as his scorched hand connects with the skin beneath of her scrub’s sleeves, and she feels a sudden coating of sweat that begins to cling to her skin.

Her eyes drop to meet his own as she feels that chain reaction within the core of her being. “Stop, get off,” she wheezes the words out, but she knows that it is too late.

Transference. It is the defined name that she’s given to her ‘not so mundane’ quirk, and beneath of the scrubs, the grouping can see in a bask of green light how the burns upon the white haired individual transfer over to her skin, cracking the flesh– but as it cracks and sizzles, it begins to visibly stitch in a myriad of painful and improper ways.

And he doesn’t let go, his nails anchoring into her flesh as he drags her down closer. She can smell the twisting scent of both of their burning flesh, and her pained howls begin to fill the room as the doctors, paramedics, and nurses gathered begin to try to pull them apart in a fevered frenzy.

It all happened so fast, but to Chie, it felt like an eternity as her quirk turned against her– practically absorbing the trashing that this man had been given. Skin bubbles with blisters and scores of scorch marks as she’s left down and out for the count on the ground, now surrounded by the group of confused professionals as they move to take care of their ‘new’ patient.

The turmoil lasts well into the night, scurrying and conversation marking the intensive care unit that the two had been transferred to, but there’s no doubt now that there’s one that needs to be there more than the other at this point.

“Touya did not do this to her.”

“Sir, we understand. We watched him grab onto her, and we have to get a statement from the medical student as well. Once this is all cleared up, then we can proceed with whatever needs to be done, but for now, we have to wait for the two of them to wake up.”

The silence that follows is, perhaps, the loudest thing they have to endure for this night…
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