Much to her astonishment, Mikasa readied herself for the procedure through mental practices as she strolls down the corridors. In tow were the two shinobi and time would begin to stand still, allowing for the Sennin to review the proper methods. Rounding the bend, two swinging doors are pressed apart, before the trio would lay an operating table and the necessary equipment. "We will be using anesthesia to put you under, Yukio-san, when you come to you will be blinded folded until you adjust to your original eyes once more." Mikasa reviews, gesturing for the ANBU Captain to lay flat on the bed.
Various monitors would be brought to life one after another, one to measure the vitals signs as any operation place a heavy strain on the brain and heart no matter the severity. Counter measures such as blood transfusion bags would be unveil as the kunoichi begins to adjust intravenous bags, more commonly referred to as IV bags, to provide the Hyuuga with the necessary fluids to ease him as much as possible throughout the, "I'll be placing the anesthesia through the IV tubes, it should take effect relatively quickly, however we are using an above average dosage to ensure you stay under for the appropriate amount of time. If all goes well, we be done within a few hours." she explains.
"Please, place on the garbs." she heads back towards the door to give him a teal long shirt, "The hospital cap is necessary as well. A blanket will be placed over you to ensure stable body temperature as we our all aware of the normal frigid temperatures in the room." she mentions with a faint chuckle. "We both will need to change as well, Takeshi-sama." she points towards the proper pull on scrubs, surgical mask, and gloves near the opposite door.
Taking the liberty to distance herself from the pair, she would change in solitude to only return scrubbed up. Standard hand washing procedures dictated a mandatory thirty seconds, ensuring all layers were properly clean prior to gloving.
Once Yukio complied and laid himself on the operating table, the overhead swinging handled light would be lowered. "I want you to count backwards from ten, although I doubt you will make it to five." she murmurs, beginning to connect the electronic signals to the flesh of his arm. "You will feel a pinch.." she comments in a muffled tone, the sterile needle inserts into the lower flesh of his arm, soon following the proper tubes are connected. With a light snap, the tube begins to administer the anesthesia. "You can begin counting now."
Various monitors would be brought to life one after another, one to measure the vitals signs as any operation place a heavy strain on the brain and heart no matter the severity. Counter measures such as blood transfusion bags would be unveil as the kunoichi begins to adjust intravenous bags, more commonly referred to as IV bags, to provide the Hyuuga with the necessary fluids to ease him as much as possible throughout the, "I'll be placing the anesthesia through the IV tubes, it should take effect relatively quickly, however we are using an above average dosage to ensure you stay under for the appropriate amount of time. If all goes well, we be done within a few hours." she explains.
"Please, place on the garbs." she heads back towards the door to give him a teal long shirt, "The hospital cap is necessary as well. A blanket will be placed over you to ensure stable body temperature as we our all aware of the normal frigid temperatures in the room." she mentions with a faint chuckle. "We both will need to change as well, Takeshi-sama." she points towards the proper pull on scrubs, surgical mask, and gloves near the opposite door.
Taking the liberty to distance herself from the pair, she would change in solitude to only return scrubbed up. Standard hand washing procedures dictated a mandatory thirty seconds, ensuring all layers were properly clean prior to gloving.
Once Yukio complied and laid himself on the operating table, the overhead swinging handled light would be lowered. "I want you to count backwards from ten, although I doubt you will make it to five." she murmurs, beginning to connect the electronic signals to the flesh of his arm. "You will feel a pinch.." she comments in a muffled tone, the sterile needle inserts into the lower flesh of his arm, soon following the proper tubes are connected. With a light snap, the tube begins to administer the anesthesia. "You can begin counting now."
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