*nods sagely*

[agilebrit]

The abrupt scene break, as I have said before, is my friend. I will hug it and squeeze it and call it "George" and use it as a crutch tool whenever necessary to avoid the tedious boredom of writing out Every. Single. Thing. that happens in a scene, long after that scene has served its purpose. Especially when I don't actually know the process for repairing a dog liver that's had a large-caliber bullet pass through it.

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[nodrogg.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean, and I agree.

Oh, the traditional treatment for that condition is another large-caliber bullet through the cranium. If that's not what you had in mind, then either a transplant or - this being the future and all - some kind of stem-cell / organic lendi goo that, packed into the wound, simply becomes the missing tissue.

[This actually happened, near enough, with a 16-year-old who managed somehow to shoot himself in the heart with a nail-gun. Half the heart simply died, right there in his chest, and rather than do a heart transplant - which would have involved immunosuppressives and all the cost and side effects they involve, for the rest of this teenager's life - the surgeons simply poured stem cells in and waited to see what would happen. Presto, they formed new heart tissue. Last I heard, he was an outpatient, on his way to recovery.]

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, the dog is a little more critical than just the liver. *sigh* For a story that was supposed to be fluffy, this, um, isn't.

That's a fascinating story. Got link?

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

Never mind; found it. :)