According to the reports of those that remained at the Games, their Lieutenant was on her way. The relief felt by the hospital staff was nearly a physical thing. Discovered in a simple room. Treated in a manner so basic it was difficult to believe the patient was still alive. The red haired woman now resided in the room beside Shoumetsu. As was done for their last two patients, the woman received the same preparation. Now they simply had to wait.
There was no time for other thoughts. Compartmentalize.
Again.
Again.
Every concern tucked away neatly in its own space. Shoved down and buried by only the present. There was no time to worry about anything else. A calm surrounded the woman. She simply had to ignore the location. No matter where it occurred, she had prepared. She had readied her mind for a long day of treating severely wounded patients. Such was not truly necessary at the Games. It was at the Hospital. This changed nothing. It even worked in her favor. More resources. More hands to assist.
In her ear, a small speaker continued to speak to her. The droning voice recited the second of the two patient's file once again.
"Nana Nokoribi, of Thirtee--," The simple press of a button halted the loop. She had arrived. The churning inside of the building made it easy for one to imagine it as some huge living thing. All the parts scattered about. Constantly moving. Always working. Running from one end of the thing to the other. Only to go back once more. When Junko showed her face to those that awaited her, for a brief moment, the huge living thing stopped.
Then it moved once again, focus honing in on Junko. Many hands reaching out, it felt as though they'd tear her apart. Wresting herself from them and the non-stop movement of the mouths around her, Junko's reiatsu flared. Halting their motions for a few brief seconds, the panicked group of shinigami gathered themselves in silence. Around them, those watching the scene began moving along. Expecting such, and having heard it mentioned multiple times in the midst of their rambling. She began her way toward the more severe of the trauma rooms. She must have been correct, none told her otherwise. They simply followed.
The rooms pointed out, Junko's gaze bounced from one door to the other. Shoumetsu's injuries were severe. However, he had been stabilized well. He would not suffer from added time waiting. Thirteenth's member, Nana, was another matter. The exhausted squad could do little. Her life still balanced. Eyes stopping upon the woman's door, she pressed forward.
Pulverized.
Was there a better word?
Junko wasn't certain what she was looking at. With "eyes" granted by kido to see the wounds within, Junko's hands hovered over the woman. A mere Arrancar caused this amount of damage? Unsure of how to accept this information while knowing how many shinigami were in the area. Compartmentalize. Breathing out, Junko focused on the woman before her.
Surrounded. The woman would be invigorated by the reiatsu that flowed into her from all around. Reiryoku reviving. Thriving. Coursing through its host with renewed strength. Seeking out the wounds. Junko had dulled any sense of pain the woman could possibly even feel at this time. Such a point of shock would have left her feeling almost nothing. Nothing but the struggle to breathe.
Her skull. Ribcage. Spine. Heart and lungs. These were focused upon first. Fusing together, the back of the woman's head mended. Within, pressure had been kept at stable conditions with a barrier. This was deactivated. Her brain activity appeared normal. Her ribs, in some places, had nothing left. New bone was created, bridging the gaps. From the outside, one could visibly see as the woman's chest grew slightly larger. Larger. The body's natural armor for the heart and lungs. The punctures and tears both of these organs suffered mended. Her chest began to rise and fall of its own accord.
As her focus remained on these key areas, the nurses had their own jobs. Rebuilding the woman's limbs.
Finishing their jobs in sync, it was time now to move beyond the bones. The nerves. Muscle. Skin. So much left to repair. Following along the same paths. The next layer was created. Muscle mended. Pulled together. Rebuilt as if such horrors had never occurred. They were nearly finished. That which was considered more superficial was now tended to. Junko found pause in this task. One hand moved briefly. Stroking the woman's hair softly. With a tight smile, Junko set to re-growing the skin of Nana's face.
Outside of the room, the team stood, breathing deeply. Such a task took much from them. The knowledge that their job was only half complete was no comfort.
The grim air surrounding her felt heavy. Reiatsu gathered more strongly where they stood. Junko focused upon those around her, eyes glancing about. It would be exhausting. But it would save this soul. It was their duty. Just as they had gone to the World of the Living in the first place.
"Breathe,"
Softly. Kindly. A warm smile behind the words. The calming effects of the woman's reiatsu. The group soon remembered why they worked so hard. Why they had to put in so much effort. It seemed in a single moment that all eyes were upon the door of the man. Their next patient. Their next hurdle.
Housed inside their own special compartments, the most grievous of his injuries awaited her. The flow of blood stopped, his missing hand mattered none at the moment. The left upper half of his torso was a different story. Shredded from shoulder to ribcage. Practically nothing left of so much of the tissue that made up that area. Starting with his heart, Junko began her work. The battered organ could barely move on its own. Gradually. As each tear disappeared. Each gash mended. It became steady, beating a steady pace. Able to breathe with ease thanks to his encased tattered left lung. Junko's next target. Around her, as before, the flowing reiatsu helped the man's own body regenerate itself. Working in tandem, the lung was soon whole once more. The barrier released. Air flowed easily and without resistance.
The nurses moved to work on his hand as Junko steadied herself.
The mangled left half exposed shattered bone at the frayed edges. Working from the center outward. Regrow the bones. The tendons. Muscles. Blood vessels mapped their routes once more. All pulling together. Growing toward the nearest like tissue, desperate to come back together. To be whole once more. Slowly his torso mended. The nurses had finished his hand, releasing the barrier. While the woman worked, they attended to the smaller injuries, the more superficial. By the time she took a few paces back, all had completed their tasks.
The nurses had little left they could do. Another team had been with the other patient, checking her vitals. Documenting her condition. The same would occur here. Junko and the rest were free to leave. Yet upon the arrival of the others, she remained.
"Nokoribi-san is in stable condition. She requires more rest in a trauma room for the time being, but as long as she rests properly we see no issues with her recovery. It appears the same for Takahiro-san here as well. We will transfer them both to their new rooms in the morning,"
Looking at her expectantly, they received only a nod in return.
"M-Ma'am!"
With this, the confused trio left.
Slumped against the wall near the man's bed. Dangling her head as she considered the day's events.
The whole day?
It's been a long day.