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Despite being a bone fracture specialist, Doctor Hannah Ishii ironically had never broken a single bone in her body... at least not until she broke 72 of them at once in a sudden brutal car crash. She couldn't stand the thought of spending months of her life motionlessly lying in bed, being fed and cleaned with little to no autonomy whatsoever. But unlike her patients, she had the authority to choose not to.
Hannah threateningly asked her colleagues to attach a hook to her right elbow, and also make a contraption so her right leg hung constantly suspended while she stood up, and they reluctantly did so. Although she profusely insisted to get right back to work, that was simply too much to ask, thus her superiors unanimously denied, giving her a few months off work and sending her home for the summer.
Unfortunately for Phil, Dr. Kowalsky's assistant, he was the guy assigned to drive that stubborn woman home. After a lot of struggle due to Hannah's efforts to push the man back and do everything on her own, Phil finally managed to set her up in the back seat. He fastened his seatbelt, started the engine, and turned his head to take a last look into Ms. Ishii, who incited some kind of morbid curiosity hidden deep inside him. The extent of her casts intrigued the young lad, the sheer awkwardness of a rather beautiful older woman almost completely immobilized, stuck with her left arm inside a long cast, encompassing all of her fingers, and as if not enough, supporting two metal bars with strings that disappeared into the soft padding that surfaced at the latter end of the mass of plaster, probably keeping those fingers as still as they possibly can be. The only shred of freedom Hanna's arm saw was a gap between the long arm cast and the rest of her other bulky plaster shells, leaving her shoulder out, and allowing for shallow and tiresome movements, given the weight of the cast and how weak and fragile the rest of her body was at the time. Her right leg was clumsily stretched to the side, occupying the other two seats next to Hannah, barely fitting in the car at all due to the thickness of the cast. All of her toes were also covered, but there was no traction device, leading Phil to believe that her right foot hadn't been as badly damaged as her left hand, although Hannah would add that it hurt just as bad. Her right arm, bent outwards at shoulder heigh, then facing forward, showcasing the woman's restlessly wiggling fingers, was connected to the minerva cast, making it impossible to move the limb independently without weirdly bending her hips and left leg. The minerva cast itself made it impossible for her to move her spine in any way, forcing her to stare at whatever was directly in front of her and sit perfectly straight. Her head would be terminantly covered in plaster, if not for two tiny holes for the ears, a narrow opening on the back of her head from which her footlong, silky dark hair gracefully cascaded out, like a soft waterfall. Finally, a T-shaped hole, showcasing her annoyed face squeezed between walls of plaster. "She's so youthful for her age" he though, as he made eye contact, regretting immediately after:

-What on earth are you looking at, kid?
-Gah! I'm sorry, ma'am! -Exclaimed Phil, realising he'd been carelessly staring at the woman for a while -I'm just surprised you didn't protest against having someone drive you home.
-I'm independent, not stupid. What would I get from that?
-Guess you're right.
-Of course I am. Now would you mind? What are you waiting for? Go!
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -Phil quickly hit the pedal, resulting in sudden acceleration, rattling Hannah's terribly aching bones.
-Are you out of your mind? Take it slow! Everything hurts!
-I'm so sorry, Ms. Ishii!
-Yeah, yeah. Turn that AC on, it's boiling hot in here.

"My goodness, where are they getting these assistants from?" Murmured Doctor Hannah in disapproval, not really caring whether if Phil could hear it or not. He actually could, but didn't dare to say a thing, and decided to just shrug it off and go on in silence for many minutes. Looking through the rearview mirror, something Hannah couldn't do back even if she tried, given her fixated head positioning, he noticed the woman was restless and constantly performed every movement she possibly could, which didn't add up to a huge list, and knew she was eager to start a conversation. Still, he didn't say a word, untill she inevitably gave in.

-It is very hot, isn't it?
-Excuse me?
-Are you deaf? I said it's very hot.
-Yeah... you already said that earlier.
-I know, but it is.
-So... you don't like summer?
-I've never thought of it. I never have the time.
-A busy doctor... wow! -Phil teasingly replied
-You wouldn't get it -She said back, closing her eyelids and lifting both eyebrows in arrogance
-What makes you think that?
-I know you wouldn't.
-Okay...
-...You get on my nerves, you know?
The car went silent for a while.
-Who doesn't? -responded Phil, in a passive-aggressive tone, discomforting Hannah, who remained silent
-...
-That's what I thought.
-How old are you, seventeen?
-Uh... actually, I'm about to turn twenty-two.
-You look too young, must have a hard time being taken seriously.
-Actually... yes, quite often. But I guess you don't, though.
-What about me?
-You look a lot younger than you are, but they still do whatever you say.
-Humpf. I am respected because I impose respect. It's simple. -She concluded in a tone of superiority and confidence, and probably pointing her chin up, if she could move her head as much as an inch -You ought to learn that...
Just before Hannah could finish her sentence, the car went through a bump in the road, making the poor woman feel all of her shattered bones be violently hammered once again, and loudly whine in pain, completely tearing apart her momentary sense of superiority.

...

The two of them kept up a semi-friendly talk for many miles, and perhaps could've gotten along if the conversation had gone on for a few more. But before they knew, Phil was pulling up on Hannah's driveway. Doctor Ishii's house was in a quiet and prestige suburban neighbourhood, "A perfect place to spend the summer", thought Phil. He parked the car and opened the door for Hannah, offering his arm to help her out. She obviously refused, and rapidly stumbled her way to the front door, while the man sprinted after her, making sure she wouldn't fall flat on the concrete ground.
-So... that's it, you're home!
-Yes. You can go now. -said gasping Hannah, struggling to keep balance on a single leg and catch her breath at the same time.
-Do you really live here by yourself?
-I do. So what?
-Are you sure you want to do this?
-I'm pretty sure, kid. You're not convincing me otherwise. Now go, I don't need your services anymore.
-...Not even a thank you? -He ineffectively yelled, as he saw the front door being slammed right before his eyes. That was it.
Phil genuinely worried about the woman during his way back. The heat was so intense he couldn't stand being inside his own clothes, he imagined Hannah covered by all those casts. How is she going to feed herself? What if she needs to go somewhere else? Should he try to convince her to let him live with her for a while? There was no chance that was going to happen.

Meanwhile, at home, Hannah was making her plans. The pain was almost unbearable, but she forced herself to bounce on a single leg across the expansive house and get into the kitchen, where she realised there was barely any food. As using her phone to order the groceries online was completely out of question, she decided it was best to go alone to a supermarket nearby.
On her way, balancing on one foot, she felt hotter than ever. She could feel her forehead get soaked, her armpits start to drip, her torso get sticky inside the stockinette padding and itch all around, and her single good leg trembling. Walking a single block felt like an endless torture, but she knew she at least wasn't relying on anyone. There were also all the confused stares, people on the street offering help, and overall pitiful looks. She hated them all, and went on with her self-imposed duty.
Once inside the supermarket, Hannah felt relieved like she never had been before, as she stepped under the AC outlet. To her right side, there were two employees, who couldn't help but gaze in astonishment at Hannah. They quickly got themselves together, and one of them went running into her field of view:
-M-may I help you, ma'am...?
-No, thanks. I'm here to do my groceries, that's all.
-But... Aren't you...
-I'm fine. Now please, if you excuse me.
-Of course.

Inside the supermarket, the pitiful looks were no worse. Kids wanted to touch her, employees wanted to hold her, as if she couldn't maintain her own balance, and put the things she wanted inside her bag, like caretakers helping a little child. She tried being as rude and grumpy as she could, in order to scare them off, but it had little to no effect against the collective sense of empathy. To make things worse, the amount of time and effort she had put into doing the simplest things, like removing something from a shelf or grabbing a plastic bag, attracted a small crowd around her, like if she was some sort of object, with dozens of people gathered all around to watch and try to intervene on her actions. Hannah was getting sick of all that, and decided to leave anything unnecessary aside and take only what she needed to leave the supermarket as soon as possible.

...

Back home, all bathed in sweat and completely exhausted, Hannah finaly sat in bed. For some reason, while trying to relax her tired muscles, she remembered some of her patients' struggles. "I wonder how that girl Mirah is doing. She must be boiling alive inside that cast!" she thought to herself, remembering the rushed diagnose she performed. "I shoud've put more thought into her treatment..." Of course an all-encompassing full body cast was the most efficient way to treat her case, but it was a decision made completely disregarding Mirandah's feelings or thoughts. Doctor Ishii immediately felt regretful of her own methods, and for the first time, felt empathy for her patients.

It was still late afternoon, but she felt like dozing off right away. Her bones ached like never before, and she was aware this behaviour would only be detrimental to her own healing process, but she didn't want to end up giving her own choices away and being reduced to a toddler to be taken care of. Anyways, it's not like she had to go to work the next morning, so she laid back and let her tiredness and cacophony of thoughts push her into sleep.

***

So it's finally summer on the northern hemisphere.
We're set up for loads of sweaty casted chicks, so be prepared! Oh, and stay hydrated!

This story took longer to write than expected, as opposed to the drawing, which took me just a couple days. Apparently I'm no longer on my production streak...
I got the idea from a conversation I had with mabauterklamm and CastedArt a few days ago, and decided to roll with it. Mirah and the other girls' cold and severe doctor has finally got a face and defined personality, hope you guys liked it!
If you want to see more of doctor Ishii, or have anything to suggest, please do so, comments are always appreciated!
(PS: I think I really hit the mark with that hair shading right there )

Next chapter: Merry X-mas!

Description
***

Despite being a bone fracture specialist, Doctor Hannah Ishii ironically had never broken a single bone in her body... at least not until she broke 72 of them at once in a sudden brutal car crash. She couldn't stand the thought of spending months of her life motionlessly lying in bed, being fed and cleaned with little to no autonomy whatsoever. But unlike her patients, she had the authority to choose not to.
Hannah threateningly asked her colleagues to attach a hook to her right elbow, and also make a contraption so her right leg hung constantly suspended while she stood up, and they reluctantly did so. Although she profusely insisted to get right back to work, that was simply too much to ask, thus her superiors unanimously denied, giving her a few months off work and sending her home for the summer.
Unfortunately for Phil, Dr. Kowalsky's assistant, he was the guy assigned to drive that stubborn woman home. After a lot of struggle due to Hannah's efforts to push the man back and do everything on her own, Phil finally managed to set her up in the back seat. He fastened his seatbelt, started the engine, and turned his head to take a last look into Ms. Ishii, who incited some kind of morbid curiosity hidden deep inside him. The extent of her casts intrigued the young lad, the sheer awkwardness of a rather beautiful older woman almost completely immobilized, stuck with her left arm inside a long cast, encompassing all of her fingers, and as if not enough, supporting two metal bars with strings that disappeared into the soft padding that surfaced at the latter end of the mass of plaster, probably keeping those fingers as still as they possibly can be. The only shred of freedom Hanna's arm saw was a gap between the long arm cast and the rest of her other bulky plaster shells, leaving her shoulder out, and allowing for shallow and tiresome movements, given the weight of the cast and how weak and fragile the rest of her body was at the time. Her right leg was clumsily stretched to the side, occupying the other two seats next to Hannah, barely fitting in the car at all due to the thickness of the cast. All of her toes were also covered, but there was no traction device, leading Phil to believe that her right foot hadn't been as badly damaged as her left hand, although Hannah would add that it hurt just as bad. Her right arm, bent outwards at shoulder heigh, then facing forward, showcasing the woman's restlessly wiggling fingers, was connected to the minerva cast, making it impossible to move the limb independently without weirdly bending her hips and left leg. The minerva cast itself made it impossible for her to move her spine in any way, forcing her to stare at whatever was directly in front of her and sit perfectly straight. Her head would be terminantly covered in plaster, if not for two tiny holes for the ears, a narrow opening on the back of her head from which her footlong, silky dark hair gracefully cascaded out, like a soft waterfall. Finally, a T-shaped hole, showcasing her annoyed face squeezed between walls of plaster. "She's so youthful for her age" he though, as he made eye contact, regretting immediately after:

-What on earth are you looking at, kid?
-Gah! I'm sorry, ma'am! -Exclaimed Phil, realising he'd been carelessly staring at the woman for a while -I'm just surprised you didn't protest against having someone drive you home.
-I'm independent, not stupid. What would I get from that?
-Guess you're right.
-Of course I am. Now would you mind? What are you waiting for? Go!
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -Phil quickly hit the pedal, resulting in sudden acceleration, rattling Hannah's terribly aching bones.
-Are you out of your mind? Take it slow! Everything hurts!
-I'm so sorry, Ms. Ishii!
-Yeah, yeah. Turn that AC on, it's boiling hot in here.

"My goodness, where are they getting these assistants from?" Murmured Doctor Hannah in disapproval, not really caring whether if Phil could hear it or not. He actually could, but didn't dare to say a thing, and decided to just shrug it off and go on in silence for many minutes. Looking through the rearview mirror, something Hannah couldn't do back even if she tried, given her fixated head positioning, he noticed the woman was restless and constantly performed every movement she possibly could, which didn't add up to a huge list, and knew she was eager to start a conversation. Still, he didn't say a word, untill she inevitably gave in.

-It is very hot, isn't it?
-Excuse me?
-Are you deaf? I said it's very hot.
-Yeah... you already said that earlier.
-I know, but it is.
-So... you don't like summer?
-I've never thought of it. I never have the time.
-A busy doctor... wow! -Phil teasingly replied
-You wouldn't get it -She said back, closing her eyelids and lifting both eyebrows in arrogance
-What makes you think that?
-I know you wouldn't.
-Okay...
-...You get on my nerves, you know?
The car went silent for a while.
-Who doesn't? -responded Phil, in a passive-aggressive tone, discomforting Hannah, who remained silent
-...
-That's what I thought.
-How old are you, seventeen?
-Uh... actually, I'm about to turn twenty-two.
-You look too young, must have a hard time being taken seriously.
-Actually... yes, quite often. But I guess you don't, though.
-What about me?
-You look a lot younger than you are, but they still do whatever you say.
-Humpf. I am respected because I impose respect. It's simple. -She concluded in a tone of superiority and confidence, and probably pointing her chin up, if she could move her head as much as an inch -You ought to learn that...
Just before Hannah could finish her sentence, the car went through a bump in the road, making the poor woman feel all of her shattered bones be violently hammered once again, and loudly whine in pain, completely tearing apart her momentary sense of superiority.

...

The two of them kept up a semi-friendly talk for many miles, and perhaps could've gotten along if the conversation had gone on for a few more. But before they knew, Phil was pulling up on Hannah's driveway. Doctor Ishii's house was in a quiet and prestige suburban neighbourhood, "A perfect place to spend the summer", thought Phil. He parked the car and opened the door for Hannah, offering his arm to help her out. She obviously refused, and rapidly stumbled her way to the front door, while the man sprinted after her, making sure she wouldn't fall flat on the concrete ground.
-So... that's it, you're home!
-Yes. You can go now. -said gasping Hannah, struggling to keep balance on a single leg and catch her breath at the same time.
-Do you really live here by yourself?
-I do. So what?
-Are you sure you want to do this?
-I'm pretty sure, kid. You're not convincing me otherwise. Now go, I don't need your services anymore.
-...Not even a thank you? -He ineffectively yelled, as he saw the front door being slammed right before his eyes. That was it.
Phil genuinely worried about the woman during his way back. The heat was so intense he couldn't stand being inside his own clothes, he imagined Hannah covered by all those casts. How is she going to feed herself? What if she needs to go somewhere else? Should he try to convince her to let him live with her for a while? There was no chance that was going to happen.

Meanwhile, at home, Hannah was making her plans. The pain was almost unbearable, but she forced herself to bounce on a single leg across the expansive house and get into the kitchen, where she realised there was barely any food. As using her phone to order the groceries online was completely out of question, she decided it was best to go alone to a supermarket nearby.
On her way, balancing on one foot, she felt hotter than ever. She could feel her forehead get soaked, her armpits start to drip, her torso get sticky inside the stockinette padding and itch all around, and her single good leg trembling. Walking a single block felt like an endless torture, but she knew she at least wasn't relying on anyone. There were also all the confused stares, people on the street offering help, and overall pitiful looks. She hated them all, and went on with her self-imposed duty.
Once inside the supermarket, Hannah felt relieved like she never had been before, as she stepped under the AC outlet. To her right side, there were two employees, who couldn't help but gaze in astonishment at Hannah. They quickly got themselves together, and one of them went running into her field of view:
-M-may I help you, ma'am...?
-No, thanks. I'm here to do my groceries, that's all.
-But... Aren't you...
-I'm fine. Now please, if you excuse me.
-Of course.

Inside the supermarket, the pitiful looks were no worse. Kids wanted to touch her, employees wanted to hold her, as if she couldn't maintain her own balance, and put the things she wanted inside her bag, like caretakers helping a little child. She tried being as rude and grumpy as she could, in order to scare them off, but it had little to no effect against the collective sense of empathy. To make things worse, the amount of time and effort she had put into doing the simplest things, like removing something from a shelf or grabbing a plastic bag, attracted a small crowd around her, like if she was some sort of object, with dozens of people gathered all around to watch and try to intervene on her actions. Hannah was getting sick of all that, and decided to leave anything unnecessary aside and take only what she needed to leave the supermarket as soon as possible.

...

Back home, all bathed in sweat and completely exhausted, Hannah finaly sat in bed. For some reason, while trying to relax her tired muscles, she remembered some of her patients' struggles. "I wonder how that girl Mirah is doing. She must be boiling alive inside that cast!" she thought to herself, remembering the rushed diagnose she performed. "I shoud've put more thought into her treatment..." Of course an all-encompassing full body cast was the most efficient way to treat her case, but it was a decision made completely disregarding Mirandah's feelings or thoughts. Doctor Ishii immediately felt regretful of her own methods, and for the first time, felt empathy for her patients.

It was still late afternoon, but she felt like dozing off right away. Her bones ached like never before, and she was aware this behaviour would only be detrimental to her own healing process, but she didn't want to end up giving her own choices away and being reduced to a toddler to be taken care of. Anyways, it's not like she had to go to work the next morning, so she laid back and let her tiredness and cacophony of thoughts push her into sleep.

***

So it's finally summer on the northern hemisphere.
We're set up for loads of sweaty casted chicks, so be prepared! Oh, and stay hydrated!

This story took longer to write than expected, as opposed to the drawing, which took me just a couple days. Apparently I'm no longer on my production streak...
I got the idea from a conversation I had with mabauterklamm and CastedArt a few days ago, and decided to roll with it. Mirah and the other girls' cold and severe doctor has finally got a face and defined personality, hope you guys liked it!
If you want to see more of doctor Ishii, or have anything to suggest, please do so, comments are always appreciated!
(PS: I think I really hit the mark with that hair shading right there )

Next chapter: Merry X-mas!