deaddadsclub: (ready for surgery)
Cristina Yang ([personal profile] deaddadsclub) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2018-10-24 12:03 am
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Humanoid Health and First Aid, Wednesday, Period 1

The classroom today had been rearranged, the desks all removed and replaced with four large, suspciously draped tables. Cristina stood at the one in front, wearing her old scrubs, a face mask pulled down around her neck.

"I got bored," she said. "So we're doing an anatomy lesson."

Hurray?

"The single most important thing in all of modern medicine is being able to practice on actual tissue. You can put bandaids on people all day, but you won't truly appreciate the complex majesty of the human body until you've actually gotten to see all its parts up close and personal. Unfortunately, the school board nixed my idea of sourcing actual cadavers for high school students to work on, but hey. This place is basically the next best thing, right?" She looked much too pleased by this whole scenario. "So today you're going to pair off and do some dissection. We don't have anywhere near enough time to cover the whole human body properly — that takes years, not hours — so each pair is going to get one organ from the thoracic cavity to locate and identify by the end of class. So, uhhhh. You and you get corpse number one, you two are on corpse number two, and you two get corpse number three. There are spare scrubs, gowns, gloves and face masks at each table. Not that you can catch or spread anything from holograms, but you can all play dress up and at least feel like real doctors while you're at it. I'll walk you through cracking the chest, and then you all can go nuts." She pulled her face mask up and held a scalpel in her gloved hand. "Now, gown-up and let's have some fun, shall we?"
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Re: Listen to the intro

[personal profile] always_someone 2018-10-24 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
Norman was... kind of idly poking at his wrist, trying to chase away an itch there, which he had under a bandage of sorts mostly beacuse even if the things going on in this class were holograms, there was just something... not right about potentially getting bodily fluids in a new open wound.

Whiiiich he wasn't talking about in class if he could help it, because hi, yeah, idiot who had let the fourteen year-old tattoo him in a jail cell on Monday for reasons that he couldn't actually nail down, the longer he thought on them.

The lecture was interesting, though. He'd seen a lot of this stuff just wandering around as mutilated spirits, but it wasn't like he'd ever stopped to quiz anybody on whether or not that thing hanging out was their thymus or not.