It was cold. I don't recall how or why I was here, but I was currently in my old hospital, holding my trusty clipboard filled with charts and lab results for my numerous patients as I seemed to be doing my usual rounds. The atmosphere was sterile and depressing. It didn't even take much for me to recognize that I was on autopilot as I entered a ward filled with patients that I didn't even recognize. "Your treatment is going well, Miss XXXXXXX..." A blur... a straight static echoed in the place of my patient's last name as I jotted down a prescription. I barely recognized my own handwriting as I held out a pale hand towards the nameless patient's relative. "Take this for your daughter's potassium levels. It's available in the pharmacy down on the first floor." Strange... I feel like I haven't

"You've certainly improved." After finding Lace in the middle of making what seemed to look like a crude imitation of a lock-stitch suture, I had to hand it to the older woman to how fast she managed to pick up on the technique. Not that it wasn't anything fancy, but using what looked to be a wooden splinter as a makeshift needle was both an amazing, and cringe-worthy achievement. Then again, any kind of suture would've been okay so long as they held together and closed the wound in a satisfactory manner. But still, the part where she used a small splinter as a needle instead of something harder like a chipped-off piece of metal like I did earlier was pretty suspect, to say the least. Suffice to say, I was both amazed and horrified by what she was doing. "L-Leader!" the older woman yelped just as she was finishing up her stitching job. It would see

Doing surgery without the necessary tools, without the necessary sterilization procedures, without the technology that made the whole thing possible in the first place. Hoo boy... We're going full-on medieval style. How appropriate for the time and technological advances available."A blocked intestine?"I turned to Lace as she asked her innocent question. Intestines were already common knowledge in this era, right? She should already know about that part of the body. So instead..."The patient said that he ate some fruit off of a tree yesterday and nothing else ever since. Seeing as the guy was probably hungry, he possibly wolfed it down, seeds included."I suppressed the cringe bubbling up from my spine as I professionally relayed my diagnosis. There was no denying that the whole situation was borne from the stupidity and impatience of one man, but that wasn't a reason to crucify or make fun of him for it. I'd worse examples of stupidity

I forcefully blanked my mind out as I pulled up all of the relevant information that I could manage. With a hand still hovering dangerously close to the patient's body, I shook my head furiously as I steeled myself for the inevitable scream that was going to come out of my patient's mouth as soon as my crooked scalpel made contact with his tender flesh."Get ready..." I whispered more to myself than towards my assistants as I let the scalpel's edge rest on the pale skin. "I'm going to start the incision."Like a poorly-practiced butcher, I forced myself through the hesitation that was threatening to swallow me whole as I let the blade glide across the abdomen like it was nothing. The edge might not be as smooth as I was used to, but it did the job well enough as I made a vertical incision down at the center of the abdomen; coming from just level with underneath the last bone of the rib, all the way down to just above the bladder-"UUURGGHHH!!!"