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01/20/12(Fri)19:05 No.33445985
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 The patients life signs were failing. The nurses knew it. The doctor knew it. The patient knew it. Rarity stood above the operating room, overseeing the still-experimental procedure from a glass platform. Clasping her forehead with the bionic hand/hoof hybrid of her own design, she let out a long groan of frustration. Shaking her marred head in grief over her patient, she took a long, stale breath of air before trotting down the staircase and down into the operating room proper.
Knowing it was a hopeless struggle, the nurses made way for their employer, Rarity coming up next to the doctor who nodded in sympathy. Bidding them to leave her alone, the staff members left, leaving equipment where it lay as not to disturb the patient's last minutes of life. The procedure had failed. Her synthetic heart didn't connect. The tissue was incompatible, auto-immunity kicking in and refusing to mend with the fibers.
Rarity looked down at her patient, a lovely young mare not much older than she herself was before her 'accident'. Unclasping her artificial hoof, she carefully brushed her mane away from her face, their eyes connecting with a bond that simply cannot exist between two living beings. This was an understanding between one who had stared into the empty eye sockets of Death itself, and one who is leaving for His embrace. Finally turning away from her deep azure eyes, Rarity turned to view her charts - immense pain, as was customary for auto-immunity and augmentation rejection. |
