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For the past week or so I barely left the hospital, because I'm a lazy ass and only researches.

I woke up, my cheek stuck to a cold desk. "Hnnnnnng..." I looked at the clock in my office. 1:00 pm.

I stood up and straightened my clothes, eventually starting my rounds.

"Kay, let's see what faggots I have to check today."
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Once I finished looking at a guy who had recently had endoscopic surgery with that honor whore, I walked to a room with no one in it. I paged Gabe and told him to get Kanie for me. I plopped down onto one of the beds, accidentally pressing one of the buttons on the position shifter thing. The mattress turned into a V shape.

"Holy frack, not again." I sighed, scrunched into the folded section.
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Eventually I had gotten to bed back to normal, most of the hard work engraved into my almost sprained neck.

Little impatient steps became slowly louder, the short, skinny figure of Kanie appearing my the doorway.

"Hey, remember this morning? Also, CR's back," I said with a flat tone as usual.

"I remember, I know, and stop calling him that. Answers in order." Kanie folded her arms. Jesus Christ.

"Then what am I supposed to call him?"

"I feel like calling him Kyon. Just because." Holy shit, that makes sense. Because Kyon didn't have a name and neither does CR~ Dohoho, ironic much. /shot

"Maybe CRon."

"Genius."

I laughed. "Anyway, this morning, about the fellowship thing and your age… Well, I remembered something."

"What? I don't have all day."

"When did you go into college?" I asked, a surprised look emerging onto Kanie's little face.

"When? 15. Early. I… didn't make it into my first application though."

"Liar. You made it." I folded my arms, a scowl on my face.

"No, I didn't." LIAR.

I sighed, becoming impatient. "There was a little girl in my Pathology class. She was 15-16ish. Short, black hair, black eyes. Her name was… what was it again? Oh… Kanye? Kanae?" My creepy grin began to grow.

"There was a small, 15 year old rapper in your class?"

"What? No. Oh, I remember now," I said with an evil tone in my voice. "Her name was Kanie. Kanie Xu, that is."

"Must have been another Kanie." Kanie isn't that popular of a name. Pff.

"And she looked almost like you, except with shorter hair, and darker eyes. And she never talked to anyone. To top it off, after her first year, she disappeared. Totally. What was it that Professor Sartre said…?" She had a momentarily surprised face, then gathered her thoughts again.

"Oh, right. He said she left and wouldn't be coming back. It was due to… medical reasons. That was it. We never heard anything from her again. We even placed bets on if she died. Of course, nobody cared." I began to stand, towering over her, looking down with a devilish smirk.

"Gee, that sounds nice."

"Well, it was her fault anyway. Never talking to anyone… well, only to answer questions and talk to the Professor. She didn't socialize with any of us, so I guess we just went and bullied her for shits and giggles." I laughed. "I remember her face… when we silly string'd her dorm and all… She had a single dorm, you know?" Man, I'm going to hell for this, aren't I?

"W-why…?" Kanie started to choke up a little.

"Because," I lowered my tone, leaning over her, "the headmaster was afraid that if she shared a room, she would be killed by her roommate." Stupid rumors. At least there's a use for them, sometimes.

"Wow… th-that must have been serious." Kanie started to step backwards, but I just kept leaning back in. It's fun being tall.

"And then she just… vanished. Without a single trace. Even the Professor didn't care, in the end…"

"I don't know what you're talking about at all. Why are you suggesting that this Kanie you met is me?"

"Oh, I don't know. What was her dream profession again…? Right, she wanted to be… a surgeon. A trauma surgeon. To 'live for others.' That was the only thing she ever said to me. And when she did, she looked like she wanted to beat me up." I laughed evilly again. "It was… so funny!" Especially knowing she would never be able to hurt me.

"You… you were- you…" She probably realized who I really am, and somewhere inside of me it was really amusing.

"You were a total bastard even back then, huh?" She pulled herself together again.

I frowned, still crossing my arms and standing a few inches away from her. "Why did you leave?"

"Who? Me? I didn't get into my first college. Duh." Bullshit.

"You did. You had Professor Sartre." Then I remembered a horrible memory. "He… said you were the best in the class. That I should have learned from you." I remembered how I always came second.

"He wouldn't say that." Kanie clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Ha! I knew it. So, why did you leave?" I grinned.

She refused to even look at me. "I-can't-tell-you," she said through her clenched jaw.

"Tell me. Now. The entire class wanted answers. Why their favorite toy was gone…" My smirk began to fade, the matter becoming somewhat serious.

"I CAN'T TELL YOU!" Kanie sped out of the room, and with a sudden jolt of energy I burst out of the room too, coming in second with her again. She slammed her office door shut as I heard Lu running for me. I thought that big boobed freak passed out...

"Ruby, what did yo-" Lu began.

"Is that Gabe's son?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, anyway-"

"Holy shit he's adorable. I'd rape him, you know, if Gabe wasn't here." I interrupted again.

"That's not the-" Jesus CHRIST I'm good at cutting people off~

I shoved my finger into his belly button, finding it through his shirt. I wiggled it around, a scared and pained face on Joshua's face.

"Ohoho~" My expression turned into that of a crazed rapist.

"Stop scaring the adorable child and explain to me what happened."

"Kanie isn't telling me why she left school early in college and you're bleeding from your wrist." I looked down at the wound, it bleeding profusely. I could've just shoved another IV in, but I was kinda lazy.

"That's not the point, whaddya mean Kanie left college early?"

"Well, everyone in class messed with her in her first year of med school. She didn't stay long. She was always our little chew toy… Well, suddenly she disappeared. I'm trying to force why out of her, but she's keeping her mouth shut." I nodded matter-of-fact-ly.

"…That's some mystery."

"My old professor said it was for 'medical reasons' or something like that."

"Maybe she developed an allergy over at the region she first studied medicine at."

"That's stupid. They have medication for allergies, dumb ass." I scoffed. "Don't you inhale them in the summer? Seriously, you need so much medication I thought you were getting high." She was always asking for more meds.

"That's not the point."

I didn't really give a shit about the pool of dark red blood spewing onto the floor, but Joshua looked queasy and worried.

"Dude, shut that wrist. You're getting blood all over the place."

"This is a hospital. It happens all the time." This is trufax. Oh yeah, that reminds me...

"You sure you're not gonna pass…"

Lu collapsed. "Fudge, not again." I took off my lab coat, flinging it on to the bed. I didn't want to get it soiled with blood again after that last incident.

"W-What happened?" Joshua looked down.

"She passed out, dumb ass," I spat as I prepared another IV.

Joshua glared at me, but it didn't work very well. He's too cute~

As I lifted Lu onto the bed, I groped her. There's nothing she could do, seeing as she was unconscious.

"Dohoho~"

"Why do you like squishing her chest so much?"

"Have you ever tried it?"

"...No." Joshua looked extremely scared. It was probably a mix of the my rapeface, my height, and my weird hair.

"Maybe you should sometime. It will be amuse." /shot

"Don't you mean amusing?"

"SCREW YOU." I stomped back down to the pathology ward, snatching my coat from the bed.
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I went back to the virus, slapping it under a microscope. But something was weird about it. I took it down to a part of the ward where various rats were being experimented on.

I filled a syringe part way with the disease, and I shoved it into the squirmy thing. It immediately began breaking out in convulsions, blood spewing from the orifices and black bruises appearing. Typical symptoms for the Rosalia virus.

I continued to dissect it, and as soon as I did, I realized what I'd done.

"Holy fucking mother of Asclepias."

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For the past week or so I barely left the hospital, because I'm a lazy ass and only researches.

I woke up, my cheek stuck to a cold desk. "Hnnnnnng..." I looked at the clock in my office. 1:00 pm.

I stood up and straightened my clothes, eventually starting my rounds.

"Kay, let's see what faggots I have to check today."
________________________________________________________

Once I finished looking at a guy who had recently had endoscopic surgery with that honor whore, I walked to a room with no one in it. I paged Gabe and told him to get Kanie for me. I plopped down onto one of the beds, accidentally pressing one of the buttons on the position shifter thing. The mattress turned into a V shape.

"Holy frack, not again." I sighed, scrunched into the folded section.
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Eventually I had gotten to bed back to normal, most of the hard work engraved into my almost sprained neck.

Little impatient steps became slowly louder, the short, skinny figure of Kanie appearing my the doorway.

"Hey, remember this morning? Also, CR's back," I said with a flat tone as usual.

"I remember, I know, and stop calling him that. Answers in order." Kanie folded her arms. Jesus Christ.

"Then what am I supposed to call him?"

"I feel like calling him Kyon. Just because." Holy shit, that makes sense. Because Kyon didn't have a name and neither does CR~ Dohoho, ironic much. /shot

"Maybe CRon."

"Genius."

I laughed. "Anyway, this morning, about the fellowship thing and your age… Well, I remembered something."

"What? I don't have all day."

"When did you go into college?" I asked, a surprised look emerging onto Kanie's little face.

"When? 15. Early. I… didn't make it into my first application though."

"Liar. You made it." I folded my arms, a scowl on my face.

"No, I didn't." LIAR.

I sighed, becoming impatient. "There was a little girl in my Pathology class. She was 15-16ish. Short, black hair, black eyes. Her name was… what was it again? Oh… Kanye? Kanae?" My creepy grin began to grow.

"There was a small, 15 year old rapper in your class?"

"What? No. Oh, I remember now," I said with an evil tone in my voice. "Her name was Kanie. Kanie Xu, that is."

"Must have been another Kanie." Kanie isn't that popular of a name. Pff.

"And she looked almost like you, except with shorter hair, and darker eyes. And she never talked to anyone. To top it off, after her first year, she disappeared. Totally. What was it that Professor Sartre said…?" She had a momentarily surprised face, then gathered her thoughts again.

"Oh, right. He said she left and wouldn't be coming back. It was due to… medical reasons. That was it. We never heard anything from her again. We even placed bets on if she died. Of course, nobody cared." I began to stand, towering over her, looking down with a devilish smirk.

"Gee, that sounds nice."

"Well, it was her fault anyway. Never talking to anyone… well, only to answer questions and talk to the Professor. She didn't socialize with any of us, so I guess we just went and bullied her for shits and giggles." I laughed. "I remember her face… when we silly string'd her dorm and all… She had a single dorm, you know?" Man, I'm going to hell for this, aren't I?

"W-why…?" Kanie started to choke up a little.

"Because," I lowered my tone, leaning over her, "the headmaster was afraid that if she shared a room, she would be killed by her roommate." Stupid rumors. At least there's a use for them, sometimes.

"Wow… th-that must have been serious." Kanie started to step backwards, but I just kept leaning back in. It's fun being tall.

"And then she just… vanished. Without a single trace. Even the Professor didn't care, in the end…"

"I don't know what you're talking about at all. Why are you suggesting that this Kanie you met is me?"

"Oh, I don't know. What was her dream profession again…? Right, she wanted to be… a surgeon. A trauma surgeon. To 'live for others.' That was the only thing she ever said to me. And when she did, she looked like she wanted to beat me up." I laughed evilly again. "It was… so funny!" Especially knowing she would never be able to hurt me.

"You… you were- you…" She probably realized who I really am, and somewhere inside of me it was really amusing.

"You were a total bastard even back then, huh?" She pulled herself together again.

I frowned, still crossing my arms and standing a few inches away from her. "Why did you leave?"

"Who? Me? I didn't get into my first college. Duh." Bullshit.

"You did. You had Professor Sartre." Then I remembered a horrible memory. "He… said you were the best in the class. That I should have learned from you." I remembered how I always came second.

"He wouldn't say that." Kanie clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Ha! I knew it. So, why did you leave?" I grinned.

She refused to even look at me. "I-can't-tell-you," she said through her clenched jaw.

"Tell me. Now. The entire class wanted answers. Why their favorite toy was gone…" My smirk began to fade, the matter becoming somewhat serious.

"I CAN'T TELL YOU!" Kanie sped out of the room, and with a sudden jolt of energy I burst out of the room too, coming in second with her again. She slammed her office door shut as I heard Lu running for me. I thought that big boobed freak passed out...

"Ruby, what did yo-" Lu began.

"Is that Gabe's son?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, anyway-"

"Holy shit he's adorable. I'd rape him, you know, if Gabe wasn't here." I interrupted again.

"That's not the-" Jesus CHRIST I'm good at cutting people off~

I shoved my finger into his belly button, finding it through his shirt. I wiggled it around, a scared and pained face on Joshua's face.

"Ohoho~" My expression turned into that of a crazed rapist.

"Stop scaring the adorable child and explain to me what happened."

"Kanie isn't telling me why she left school early in college and you're bleeding from your wrist." I looked down at the wound, it bleeding profusely. I could've just shoved another IV in, but I was kinda lazy.

"That's not the point, whaddya mean Kanie left college early?"

"Well, everyone in class messed with her in her first year of med school. She didn't stay long. She was always our little chew toy… Well, suddenly she disappeared. I'm trying to force why out of her, but she's keeping her mouth shut." I nodded matter-of-fact-ly.

"…That's some mystery."

"My old professor said it was for 'medical reasons' or something like that."

"Maybe she developed an allergy over at the region she first studied medicine at."

"That's stupid. They have medication for allergies, dumb ass." I scoffed. "Don't you inhale them in the summer? Seriously, you need so much medication I thought you were getting high." She was always asking for more meds.

"That's not the point."

I didn't really give a shit about the pool of dark red blood spewing onto the floor, but Joshua looked queasy and worried.

"Dude, shut that wrist. You're getting blood all over the place."

"This is a hospital. It happens all the time." This is trufax. Oh yeah, that reminds me...

"You sure you're not gonna pass…"

Lu collapsed. "Fudge, not again." I took off my lab coat, flinging it on to the bed. I didn't want to get it soiled with blood again after that last incident.

"W-What happened?" Joshua looked down.

"She passed out, dumb ass," I spat as I prepared another IV.

Joshua glared at me, but it didn't work very well. He's too cute~

As I lifted Lu onto the bed, I groped her. There's nothing she could do, seeing as she was unconscious.

"Dohoho~"

"Why do you like squishing her chest so much?"

"Have you ever tried it?"

"...No." Joshua looked extremely scared. It was probably a mix of the my rapeface, my height, and my weird hair.

"Maybe you should sometime. It will be amuse." /shot

"Don't you mean amusing?"

"SCREW YOU." I stomped back down to the pathology ward, snatching my coat from the bed.
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I went back to the virus, slapping it under a microscope. But something was weird about it. I took it down to a part of the ward where various rats were being experimented on.

I filled a syringe part way with the disease, and I shoved it into the squirmy thing. It immediately began breaking out in convulsions, blood spewing from the orifices and black bruises appearing. Typical symptoms for the Rosalia virus.

I continued to dissect it, and as soon as I did, I realized what I'd done.

"Holy fucking mother of Asclepias."