fandomhigh | 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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"Yeah," Norman agreed, smiling a little as he leaned in for a better look. "Nobody actually had to die for this to happen. And if we mess up, we can probably just get a do-over, no guilt. We can even just kind of go exploring in there if we have the time. It's neat. I've never seen anything like the stuff Dr. Yang's been pulling out for this class."

Well, that wsn't true. He'd seen plenty of the scenarios. Just... real. Generally with people who were already dead.

"Almost makes up for the squirrel spying, the random animal transformations, and whatever Beaker is," Paris said.

"Almost," Norman replied, shaking his head. "It's going to take a lot more than this to make up for the animal transformation thing right now, though."

He was carrying a mighty grudge over that one at the moment, yes.

"It led to your life of crime, right?" Paris said, squinting to be sure she cut out the correct organ.

"Yeaaaah," Norman sighed. "Lesson learned. Next time the island turns me into a crab, I'll just lock myself in my room and not come out until I turn back again."

He leaned in, stuck his hand into the chest, and held another organ out of the way to give her a clearer path for the scalpel.

"Thanks for that," Paris said, slicing carefully to avoid Norman's fingers.

Don't say she never did anything nice! You have all of your fingers.

Eh, it was the danger shop. Norman's fingers would've been fine if she'd gone out of her way to stab each one of them.

"You're welcome," he replied easily. "Need anything eese in there nudged around, just let me know."

That was very useful, Norman, thank you.

Edited 2018-10-26 03:13 (UTC)

Humanoid Health and First Aid, Wednesday, Period 1

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