[Jacob]

*Setting: The room is pure white and silver. Medical equipment hangs off of the wall and the used apparatus stains the water black in the sink. Shelves and cupboards containing medicines and medical books are everywhere and in the middle of the room sits a Dentist-like chair. On the chair sits an Orkhid teenager, his top and coat are nowhere to be seen and thus he is sat on it topless. The Dr, whom is situated behind him, sits on a small, silver, swivel stool and slowly lowers the patients seat. Adjusting the light above him so that he can see the cuts and bruises on his patient more easily. The teens hair is a dark red colour with tints of black and brown mixed in. His eyes are dark brown and he is quite broad shouldered with a very musculer body. His trousers are black as are his shoes. The Dr on the other hand is sat in white, the sides of his hair are tainted grey and the rest of it blacky-brown. His eyes are a tint of hazel and blue, he wears a whitey-blue mask over his face and when he speaks it seems muffled, but understandable. Next to him is what looks like a metal instrument table. Much like the ones they use in the ER. On it sits a range of medical instruments.*

The Dr reached across to were his instruments were sitting and grabbed a small piece of, what seemed like, wire.

Dr: "So, why did they do this?"

The teen shifted uneasily at the question, he stared at the round light that was beaming a blinding white down on him. The Dr was now beginning to stitch up his wound on his forehead.

Teen: "I-I dunno...I think its just a personality clash, cant be friends with everyone...eh?"

The Dr nodded a response as he began sewing up the slash in the teens head. He did this with a needle and tweezer, not the most comfortable of ways but it got the job done.

Dr: "What do your trainers say about such happenings? Don't they try and stop it...?"

Once more the patient shifted in his position before answering.

Teen: "I think he's going to h-have a word with them. Try and stop it."

Dr: "Hmm-mm. Well, he should. You have the potential to be one of the best troops with all these battle scars. Heh."

The teen smiled, trying to ignore the pin-pricks and tightening of the cut. Slowly he lifted his arm up and rubbed his stomach, tensing as he felt a sharp pain go through his stomach.

Dr: "I'll see to that after this, you may have punctured something. But dont worry, we'll get it sorted. We'll give you some pain killers aswell, ok?"

Teen: "Yeh, thanks."

The Dr leant towards were he had got the wire and picked up a pair of small scissors. Clipping the remaining wire that was left after the stitching.

Dr: "There...now time for the rest of you."

He turned himself around on the chair, and pushed it to the side of his patient, dragging the small table with him. He then picked up a small Tv like handset with a microphone dangling from it.

Dr: "Now, your gonna have to stay laid back for this and try to relax as much as possible. I'm just going to scan your abdomen and chest to see if anythings broken."

Teen: "Ok..."

It was an uneasy response, but a response all the same. The Dr proceeded, running the microphone over the stomach of the Orkhid much like you would do when scanning for a baby. The Dr was looking at the screen, seeing if anything showed up as abnormal. Proceeding upwards he then noticed a cracked Rib.

Dr: "One of your Ribs seems to have a hairline fracture in it. Nothing too bad, but your going to have to take it easy from now on. Ok? I'll give you something for the pain and book you in again to see me for the 19th. The superficial wounds will heal in a couple of days, so you should be right as rain in the next three weeks."

Leaning towards the back of the chair the Dr held down a lever, allowing the patients chair to slowly move upwards. The teen winced abit as he rightened himself up, swinging his legs to the side and then standing.

Teen: "Thanks."

The Dr nodded and stood up, following the adolesant as he walked towards the door.

Dr: "I'll have a word with your trainer and get him to keep an eye on you. Cant be having a bunch of others ruining the chances of a potential Super-Troop can we? Heh."

The Dr smiled and walked the topless teen out of his operating room, escorting him to Reception were his top and coat waited. As well as the Head of the Training Department...