Midori And The Bloodlust Blues: 2nd Night, Part two

Wow, how do these things keep getting so big? Well, here's the new chapter, Midori continues her transformation at Natasha's capable hands and elsewhere new subplots develope. Midori is shaping into the most complicated thing I've ever attempted, and this chapter ended up ballooning to 36 pages, including the subplot section, which, I gotta warn you, are somewhat . . . uh . . . less then sexy.

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MIDORI AND THE

BLOODLUST BLUES:

2nd Night, Part Two

By Hardcover

“I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors anymore I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes”

--Paint It Black

Dr. Jerry Hutter briskly walked along the hallway in the Cascade General Hospital Emergency Ward. Being that Cascade City was the third largest city along the Sasami River dwarfing its neighbor Burning City, from which it was separated by a long stretch of wilderness, Hutter was kept constantly busy and on the go. Cascade was actually sitting on both sides of the Sasami, connected over the river by a series of high bridges. The hectic schedule didn’t really bother him because this was his job, and he intended to do it.

Dr. Hutter, unlike a lot his colleagues, didn’t own a fancy sports car or a large house, while charging outrages prices to insurance companies for simply procedures. No, this was where he was needed the most, so this was where he stayed. That was his job, “Do no harm” and so forth, and Dr. Hutter took if very seriously. Saving lives was what he did, and this was where he could do the most good. Not performing unnecessary breast implants at ¥1,000 a pop.

He looked at the file for his next patient that had been delayed thanks to the arrival of stabbing victim. This seemed simple enough at first: The patient, one Mr. Timothy Dobson, had been brought in by his girlfriend, a Miss Britney Chengles, complaining of headache, nausea, vomiting, muscle pain and dry mouth. Later on he developed fever, dizziness, weakness and chills. Seemed like the flu or something, but while Dr. Hutter had been taking care of the stab wound victim, a new symptom had turned up, bleeding from every opening this man had in his head. That worried Dr. Hutter quite a bit. There were any number of causes, but quite a few of them weren’t good. Hell, they could even be the symptom of some kind of hemorrhagic fever like Ebola, but Hutter rather doubted that.

He pushed open the curtain of the cubicle and was about to great the patient, only to find