Hector Vernon: Live Anatomy Examination (Part 2)

Saviticus Tsuchi: <*Opens his eyes*>
Saviticus slept for hours.. Probably since the surgery. He could'nt tell if what had happened to him was all a dream or reality. To check, he looked to his stomach as he attempted to raise himself up- immediately he felt a sharp pain within his stomach that strained his muscles causing his tissue to bend. He yelps grabbing his stomach as he forces himself silent. Panting to the pain he notices that the CEO had arrived, he looks over to him as he lays himself back down.

This couldn't go on for long, Saviticus felt ashamed of allowing this to continue, the magic collar was the only thing holding him back. His imprisonment taught him a lesson though, draw your blade wisely..
(Saviticus Tsuchi)
Throughout the operation, notes were taken--

The fallen bodies of fellow Employees, exposed to the overdosage of Soothing Reed Gas were excavated from the room prior to one's awakening, leaving only the arrival of Hector in his plague-medical attire; "Movement in your current state is rather ill-advised. The Soothe is wearing off, hence why you are conscious. This means, pain shall follow... " He circled around the workbench where the Tsuchi was laid upon, wrists and leg still ensnared by one's conjured vines.

Strain against the constricting vines would lead one to realize the sharp stab of thorns jaggedly piercing into the flesh, inching further into the body, not to deliver a toxic nor malignant infliction upon the patient, but to surge a manifested concoction that was, the product of naturamancy and Hector's magical essence; Ultimately, it brought illumination to the piercings, leaving the stabbed portions of the flesh to undergo a somewhat, soothing sensation.

"Worry not, the pain shall wither with my aid." He assured solemnly, looking over the previously sown abdomen, latched together via laces of a sole, miniature vine, thin enough to be torn away with relative ease, given effort-- Though the healing process in the presence of medics, could ensure the mending of the flesh once more.

"There were few complications with your examination, a few punctures into the internal organs... One in the liver, and another within the right lung, so breathing may prove to be relatively painful for a limited amount of time." He warned, however, with a constant stream of my medical practice, I can assure your well-being."

He turned away for a diagnostic report and sketching of Saviticus' anatomy, detailed with numerous sculpting attempts etched into the pages of a notebook rested on a nearby table, jotting a few more inscriptions into his research packet, prior to swiping up his scalpel once more and blatantly approaching a trapped Saviticus;
"What is your race?" He asked with indifference shrouding his tone--
A gloved hand pinched at a flab of skin with a lowered scalpel, evidently placing effort into the act-- Learning to use such tools with the use of only one arm and granting unintentionally granting time for Saviticus to reply. A jerk of the blade that would slice away a thin layer of the Dermis, leaving a bloodied patch of the forearm.

The removed skin splat upon the floor, leaving any and all of true medical practice to frown upon the effort. With only a single arm, one's efforts could only prove but so much. The scalpel was discarded, placed upon a tray with haste, in efforts of retrieving the fallen flesh before it could be deemed, too contaminated to work with.

Hector knelt somewhat, extending his gloved hand down for the bloodied flab of skin, focusing mana through the aqua imbued fabric akin to sunlight through a magnifier; A sanguimancing practitioner, hoping to achieve the impossible, through minor achievements at a time.
Using the traces of blood that taint the flesh, forced mana was pried at to peel the flab form the floor in a slow manner, inducing great strain upon one's reserve and instantly drawing beads of sweat from one's forehead.

The meat was induced into a hover, parting from its contents as it ascended for an open, beckoning palm.
Serosanguineous matter: Plasma; Flesh, and Blood, were all levitated into the grasp of Hector Vernon's glove. Though, it was a minor achievement, utilizing an extended art of simple bloodflow manipulation, it felt gratifying enough.

He moved with the flesh in hand for a jar amongst the set of materials resting on the opposing table in the room. The flab of flesh was simply dropped in, soon after filled with water siphoned from the atmosphere, means to preserve it over time, though fluids were doomed to dissolve in the diluting presence of water.

"Where did you hail from?" He asked, regardless if the former question received an answer or not, encroaching the now-injured child once more, to rest his left hand upon the damaged flesh. The blood pressed betwixt the bodies of one's open palm, and the Tsuchi's bleeding forearm, circulated, intertwined with Hector's forged and remaining essence to adopt healing properties, slowly splitting away at the blood to create an improvised version of aquamancy, utilizing liquid plasma: Serosanguimancy.

The properties of the healing method were irrevocable to that of basic aquamancy, even adopting a unique crimson glow, and soothing sensation akin to the original practice.
(Hector Vernon)