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[Fic] Old Man Hands
Feb. 10th, 2007 08:02 pmTitle: Old Man Hands
Fandom: Kingdom Hospital
Prompt: Yellow
Characters: Dr. Gottreich (II), Paul
Word Count: 1,076
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Doctor Gottreich has corrupting hands
Iodine had long since ceased to stain his hands, already wrinkled and yellow. They did not shake, a danger of old age that he was successfully and gratefully avoiding, but they were creased and the skin callused and the tips of the bones beneath his fingers could almost be felt by the sensitive bodies they poked and prodded. They often the first thing before the children's eyes when he began attending them, and sometimes the last thing they saw in life.
"Pass me the, er, scalpel."
His nurse gave him what he fancied a disapproving stare, but she was forced by protocol and status to obey. It didn't matter what she thought, at any rate. He knew what he was doing.
Of course there was always that faint buzzing in the background, something to do with the lights or the new wiring he had had installed that they had never quite fixed. It bothered him when he permitted it into his consciousness. It bothered him more that some of the nurses said it sounded like screaming. Of course it didn't. They were ridiculous, and could greatly benefit from psychiatric care. Unfortunately he was not in charge of their care and could not recommend it.
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Fandom: Kingdom Hospital
Prompt: Yellow
Characters: Dr. Gottreich (II), Paul
Word Count: 1,076
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Doctor Gottreich has corrupting hands
Iodine had long since ceased to stain his hands, already wrinkled and yellow. They did not shake, a danger of old age that he was successfully and gratefully avoiding, but they were creased and the skin callused and the tips of the bones beneath his fingers could almost be felt by the sensitive bodies they poked and prodded. They often the first thing before the children's eyes when he began attending them, and sometimes the last thing they saw in life.
"Pass me the, er, scalpel."
His nurse gave him what he fancied a disapproving stare, but she was forced by protocol and status to obey. It didn't matter what she thought, at any rate. He knew what he was doing.
Of course there was always that faint buzzing in the background, something to do with the lights or the new wiring he had had installed that they had never quite fixed. It bothered him when he permitted it into his consciousness. It bothered him more that some of the nurses said it sounded like screaming. Of course it didn't. They were ridiculous, and could greatly benefit from psychiatric care. Unfortunately he was not in charge of their care and could not recommend it.
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