"I wish I had your confidence," Loki murmured. "I think I prefer to remain quiet about it for the time being, however, unless you think it best I don't. I will tell Sora, however. That seems a good idea." And perhaps Tsubaki as well. People he could rely to have on his side if something went a bit awry later.
Foundations. It was all about foundations.
Loki turned to the pharmacopoeia, moving to the page about Ketamine that he'd marked previously. He scanned over it again, checked the vial that Soma had brought, and then measured a precise amount with the syringe. "All right. This ought to be enough to keep the pain from being beyond simple discomfort, but you should still be... mostly conscious. Though it apparently may cause you to hallucinate. Lovely."
Well, there was nothing for it, he supposed. She wished him to try this madness, and he would do his best. He should have considered it a win-win situation; either Soma would recover and be well again, or he would inadvertently kill her and that would count as a death for Landel.
Somehow, he found the latter option quite unappealing.
He injected the drug into the IV and checked the book again, setting his mental clock for when he might have to give her another dose. Considering this was to be a brutal, makeshift operation, he would hopefully be done before that was necessary.
"Let's have you lay down now. It shouldn't take long for the drug to have its effect." While waiting for that, he collected up the small supply of swabs to clean the skin of her abdomen. After a moment of consideration, he tied a makeshift mask over his mouth and nose as well, then stripped open one of the suture kits for a clean pair of gloves.
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Foundations. It was all about foundations.
Loki turned to the pharmacopoeia, moving to the page about Ketamine that he'd marked previously. He scanned over it again, checked the vial that Soma had brought, and then measured a precise amount with the syringe. "All right. This ought to be enough to keep the pain from being beyond simple discomfort, but you should still be... mostly conscious. Though it apparently may cause you to hallucinate. Lovely."
Well, there was nothing for it, he supposed. She wished him to try this madness, and he would do his best. He should have considered it a win-win situation; either Soma would recover and be well again, or he would inadvertently kill her and that would count as a death for Landel.
Somehow, he found the latter option quite unappealing.
He injected the drug into the IV and checked the book again, setting his mental clock for when he might have to give her another dose. Considering this was to be a brutal, makeshift operation, he would hopefully be done before that was necessary.
"Let's have you lay down now. It shouldn't take long for the drug to have its effect." While waiting for that, he collected up the small supply of swabs to clean the skin of her abdomen. After a moment of consideration, he tied a makeshift mask over his mouth and nose as well, then stripped open one of the suture kits for a clean pair of gloves.