Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-27550231-20181024173340

Jorge closes his eyes and tries to shut out all external imputs. All that he focuses on is the resistancepf the monofilament tube and the Doctor's orders. Nothing else mattered, there was no patient, there was no room, just the tube and the directions. His hands twitched to and fro as he slowly advanced the tube as the voice directed him.

He waited for the voice to finish its command before he started advancing and halted as soon as it started once more. The sour smell of acidic blood did not seems to affect Jorge's concentraction nor did the sounds of those moving around them. His hands continued to move as if in a trance and before he was aware of it the tube had struck it's mark and slid into her interpleural space.

"I'm in."