| [Mar. 1st, 2008|06:36 am] |
"New enough," Genma muttered, and looked down in disgust. He should never have set off that trap in the first place, and he should have had more resistance. "Ichiro--you know him? Enokido Ichiro, works in the labs with me. He analyzed the sample. One of the medics said if I hadn't had the resistance to the class of metal alkaloids it's part of, Rai'd have brought back dogtags, not me." He glanced at Raidou, just a tiny flick of the eyes. Genma'd heard the news while he'd been out walking in the corridors that morning, pushing an IV pole and trying not to limp too much. (Didn't want them telling him to use crutches or anything stupid like that, after all.) So it was news to Raidou.
The medic who'd spilled the beans hadn't even meant to. Genma'd seen the note from Ichiro sitting on top of a pile of papers newly delivered to the nursing station, leaned over the desk and said, "Hey. I work with that guy. He's okay, right?" And the medic, who was new to the ward and hadn't actually managed to figure out that the long-haired guy with the hip injury leaning over his desk was in fact the poisoned guy, had reassured him that Shiranui-san was very lucky, owing to the fact he was resistant to the class of poisons it belonged to. "He'd have been dead in five minutes after taking that needle in the shoulder if he hadn't had that resistance," the medic had told him. Genma had found himself feeling a little light-headed then, and gone back to bed. |
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