It was nice being in his own habitat: the Sanbantai hospital. The red sash over the regular black uniform, the subtle beeping of varied medical equipment, the chatter of 3" division members discussing treatment and patients, the occasional fit from a patient who didn’t get their pain medication on time. Other than actual trips to Earth, and the rare nostalgic melody, this was one of the only places that reminded him of his past life. He liked it that way, most of the time he just ignored his mortal past, focusing on his goals as a Shinigami instead. He had only a five patients today, three of which were here for chronic needs, the fourth was suffering from a dire case of food poisoning. Eating food from the poorer districts was something he didn’t really worry about, but after seeing what was coming out of this guy, he would certainly give it a second thought before grabbing a plate out there again. He was on his way to his last patient, a battered woman, a recent graduate who had suffered grievous wounds from a fight. It looked like the result of a sparring match between a captain and a recent recruit, that is, brutal and obviously one sided. It was strange, the report he had received indicated she had been with a lieutenant of the 5%, this alone gave way for multiple gossips to come up with their own explanations for what had occurred The best one so far was that Shiro had gone berserk and tried using lethal force against the ‘fighting fifth’, and it had taken a lieutenant to beat her into submission There was an even sillier one floating about that her puppet had possessed her to do it. OF course, this was all old hen talk amongst some of the chattier healers, he paid no heed to what might or might not be true. Shiro was his to care for today, and her injuries were enough to worty about for now, Walking down the corridor, he had a half liter of blood in one hand, an IV stand, tubing, and needle grasped in the other. There had been some moderate blood loss, and they initially thought it would self-correct, but a minor stress fracture was disrupting blood production, so they needed to do a blood transfusion. He had already cross matched her type and double check the order for rate. Starting an IV had become nothing more than another task with his prosthetic. with slight modification, his m7. Nivosh had multiple medical utilities; intravenous initiation, clamping, forceps, and a couple others. Now sterility had been an issue a few times, but with experience this had ceased to be a concern He knocked on the door twice, then peered in to see if Shiro was awake or not. ‘Oh, a visitor.” She was still unrisen, but the tall dark haired man who was seated at Shiro’s bedside sported a deeply concerned look. They made eye contact, he nodded to acknowledge the stranger, then proceeded to enter the room with his supplies. He approached the opposite of which the visitor sat vigilant, settled the equipment on the side table, he took note of the folded unsanitary garb, and introduced himself. "Good morning, I’m Hanbei Karatsu: Shiro’s nurse today. May | ask your name and your relation to my patient? | have to start an IV on her, you can stay if you don’t get squeamish around blood. Has she been awake since you came in?”Normally he'd kick anybody out of the room until he was done and then they could introduce themselves, but the look on the shinigami’s face was reassuring, It was that of a guardian, and that was enough to earn his trust for now. Besides, he couldn’t have been here very long, he had been in the room less than 30 minutes ago grabbing a set of vitals from her. Unraveling the tubing, he hung the blood bag to the stand, then began sterilizing the woman’s inner elbow so he could stick her. After attaching the catheter to the mechanism on his prosthetic, he positioned himself properly, and used his free hand to lure the vein, the settle her arm. With a click, the point disappeared beneath her skin, and the crimson indication let him know it was well placed. He removed the needle and attached the tubing, and before spiking the blood bag, he double checked the blood one final time. Satisfied, he punctured the seal, allowing the blood to mix with the tubing’s priming. He then set the rate, and went about doing the rest of his assessment: wounds first, then primary functions.