Sexton Hospital (IC)

[Mephistophelily]

OOC thread. Please post Bio's there if you want in!​

"Commited to Our Community." That was the old familiar plaque that Sam had last seen outside Sexton Hospital... but now it was replaced by a new one, "Science and Technology are Our Advancements." It just didn't seem to have the same personal touch to her... But she supposed it did provide an explination for all the changes made to the place. It didn't even seem like the same building she had been to so many times growing up.

Her black trenchcoat draped over her arm as she entered the mechanical doors, she took a soft breath, frowning at the still lingering smell of paint. Open for months now, and they were still doing finishing touches to the place. She stopped at the front desk, smiling to the older woman sitting there. "Ah.. Hi. I'm Samantha Watson, I was supposed to meet with one of the superiors for a tour and my paperwork? I know I'm rather early."

"Let me see who's available, dear." The lady guestured to one of the chairs across from her as she picked up the phone. "Have a seat, I'll call someone down for you."

"Thank you." Sam smiled as she sat, folding her legs against each other to keep her little blue skirt from riding up while she looked around.

 

[fukensploogin]

Mikey McKay
Age: 22
Occupation: Starving Artist/Musician/Barista
Appearance: generally unshaven, usually stoned, long curly mess of hair, dressed in ripped-up blue jeans and simple black tee-shirt. He's almost six feet tall, but he usually wears boots that put him at six feet. He was at the hospital a few months ago, recovering from an overdose when he was used as one of the initial test subjects for the experimental drugs. He was told it could help him kick the habit that nearly killed him. All he knew was, given the choice between sex and drugs was simple: sex every time, it's an honest high. He gave them some stellar results.

Sadly, he's relapsed. He doesn't know the name of the experimental drug they gave him, only that his time here helped. So he's pretty happy that's where he landed when the ambulance pulled to a stop and dropped him off.

He's rolled in on a gurney. His heart's about to explode; there's still blow on his nose.

He's going into convulsions...

He wakes up, alive but weak, hardly able to sit up in his hospital bed. Looking around the room, he feels like he's in some bad science fiction movie, the decor is so weird. He recognized this place, though. He'd come through here last time...

 

[sharingfantasies]

Peggy had been at work since six thirty. She had found years ago that the old axiom about the bird and the worm was true. If she wanted to get any filing or paperwork completed she had best do it before the doctors started their rounds and began demanding files and reports. Peggy loved the new suite of office space she had been given in the newly remodeled building. The suite consisted of a large office space for her with a large table for sorting and two computers. She used one for typing up reports and the other for taking doctor's requests for records. She had been given a part time typist that came in the late shift to retrieve any patient files that were needed by the emergency room staff.

The soft muted greens and grays were offset by touches of burgundy that gave the space a professional yet homey feel to it. Instead of the old metal folding chairs, she now had a couch and two overstuffed chairs set in one corner for nurse's aides, Candy strippers and other volunteers that had been sent for a copy of a file or just a place to rest their feet for a moment or two. Peggy kept a dish of peppermints on the small coffee table and, despite the current technology used to deliver reports, seem to attract a growing number of people that just HAD to have a file sooner than soon, but once holding the file, seemed to have a few moments to unwrap a mint.

As a single woman with few relatives, Peggy spent more time at the hospital than at her small duplex apartment. She enjoyed knowing that she could provide a moment's respite for others, yet was able to continue doing her own valuable job.
Her soft green eyes, hidden behind the bifocals she used at work, often reflected her sense of humor as she listened to the girls chat over the peppermint dish. No one ever realized that Peggy knew everything that was going on in the hospital from the files and the gossipy volunteers. Of course had the gossip been a privacy issue, Peggy would have reprimanded the foolish person, but mostly it was about who was seeing who, which doctors were human and which though they were gods, which patient was interesting and which was a pain.

Behind her desk, behind a thick fireproof door was a large room, about the size of a small public library that had rows and rows of metal horizontal file cabinets. The gray colored tiles were padded beneath to make walking easier on her legs but, unlike carpeting, didn't shock her if she touched a file drawer. Peggy knew the system like her back hand as she had designed and organized the room to her methods. Within five minutes of hearing the ding of a file request she could have the file in her hand and be sending it down the hallway from her area to the admissions desk in the locked carrying case of one of the small robot drones that were used to deliver files, blood samples and even pharmaceuticals from one desk to another.

In Peggy's case, the drone she used, which she called Flash after supergluing a Mercury type hat on its head, had a carrying case which could hold up to ten files at a time and could only be unlocked by Peggy's handprint or the two women supervisors at the admission's desk. Other drones were programmed to read the palms of those people that needed access to the contents carried by the drone. Sometimes technology could be more trouble than help, but for Peggy, Flash had doubled her ability to do her job. Before the new technology, Peggy had had to carry the files from the basement to the admission area several times a day. Now she could leave the legwork to Flash and keep the paperwork up-to-date.

On this particular morning, Peggy ran her fingers through her short salt and pepper hair and frowned. She had been given the list of patients that were either being admitted that morning or had appointments with their doctors today just before she closed up last night. Now just as a sun was beginning to make its appearance, through the bank of windows of her second floor home, she found herself holding the file for a Michael McKay. The folder was thicker than usual and had been purple flagged by Peggy. The small purple clip peeking up over the edge of the folder told Peggy that one of the patients that had been an initial subject of the scandolous experiment last year, was being admitted again today. Peggy hoped that Dr. Willard Wallace knew what he was doing. She was pretty sure the hospital couldn't handle another scandal of that proportion again.

 

[TheSilence]

Doctor Smith was just finalizing the last touches on his latest patients files, when a ring came from his work phone, and a button with the words Front Desk printed on it began beeping. He than closed the folder and capped his pen, moving them both to the side of his desk, then pressed the beeping button.

"Doctor Smith's office" he said roughly as he rose from his chair awaiting a response.
"We have a new recruit down here, Samantha Watson ring a bell?" a young frail voice said from the other end.
"Michael thought for a moment then remembered that today he had been chosen to give this new recruit a tour and the standerd files for her work. "It's about time we get some extra help around here", he thought to himself as he sat back down.
"We'll, dont keep her waiting, send here up to my office", he said as he picked up the phone, then placed it back down on the set, ending the call.
Michael than unlocked a small cabinet in his desk and opened it, thumbing through some papers looking for the one titled "Samantha Watson".

 

[SexDemoness666]

Rain wasn't exactly in the best state right now. She was being weeled into the hospital by her roomate, her long blue hair falling around her. She was known to have occasional seizures, but this last one had left her in considerable pain, she was barely even able to move.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"You'll be going to Doctor Michael Smith's office, Samantha." The woman smiled at her, guesturing to the stairs behind her. "He's expecting you."

"Thank you." Sam smiled, getting up from the chair and taking her coat with her as she headed up the steps. She started to regret taking it off... Why were hospitals always so cold? She gave a soft shiver, glancing to the large glass window beside the steps as she heard the sirens of the ambulance. Something she'd need to get used to...

She knocked softly on the Doctor's door, peeking inside with a soft smile. "Doctor Smith?"

 

[TheSilence]

Michael glanced up as he saw the door open and heard his voice called lightly.
"Yes, thats me, come in and take a seat", he said as he grabbed her files and sat down.
"I presume Sam?", he asked uncapping his pen and opening her files, overlooking them, awaiting her answer.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Y-Yes sir, Sam is fine." She gave a smile, settling down in the chair across from his desk. Why was she feeling nervous? She already knew she had a job here. Maybe it was those silly rumors she had been hearing about- But they were just rumors. Doctors wouldn't really be stealing things like that!

"The hospital looks so different now," She laughed slightly, shaking her head. "I kept thinking of it like it was when I was a child. To come up and see it all remodeled like this- What a change! It really looks wonderful. I can't wait to be on staff and be here all the time."

 

[TheSilence]

He looked up from his papers and acknowledging her. "I know what you mean, seems like I took a nap and woke up in the future", he said grinning. "Don't worry, after a few days you'll get used to it, everyone does", he overlooked her noticing her blue panties distinctly from between her legs than looks away.
"You see here at Sexton hospital we pride our selves on service and gratitude, its not so much you know what your doing, but you convince your patients there getting better", he said playfully. "So, I presume your looking for a full time job?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

Sam giggled a bit at that. "Ohhh, I'm sure I can do that. I have a good way of making people believe me when I tell them something." She smiled, glancing at him with a curious look as she noticed the sudden jump in his eyes. Had she done something to upset him?

"A full time position would be wonderful, sir. I just got out of school a few months ago, and I was really excited to get the call from Sexton. I certianly spent enough time here when I was a kid... I'd really like the chance to pay back all the hours the doctors spent working on me by working for them myself." She smiled again, brushing her hair back from her ear.

 

[TheSilence]

"We'll im certain you'll be able to repay us, and them some with your work here", he took another glance at her than back to the papers. "Everythings checking out perfect", he said overlooking the papers some more. He than straightened his work jacket than looked back at her. "I see you've had some past experience in another hospital, what did you do there?", he said looking up at her again and standing, "Mint?", he asked motioning towards a trey full of fine wrapped mints stacked on eachother.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Thank you." Sam took up one of the candies, unwrapping it as she thought. "Well, I started off as just a nurse's aide... Pretty much something to keep the car running while I was in college," she laughed, popping it in her mouth. "I learned a few things from the nurses there, followed one of the doctor's for a few weeks to see what went into a typical day for him... But it wasn't anything major, really." She shrugged. "I was pretty much just a sheet changer and receptionist at the nurse's station most of the time. Not much patient contact aside from bringing ice chips and emptying dead flowers."

 

[Mister J]

One hour ago...

*Wack!*

The small white ball soared through the air, finally landing a few feet away from the hole about 600 yards away. Birds chirped in the trees across from the golf course. It was a beautiful morning, the sun shined down brightly, the air was cool and inviting.

Willard leaned on his club...eyeing the shot from afar. He only shrugged, looking to his friend with a grin.

"If that was your old lady, the hole would be bigger."

He chuckled to himself, tossing the club to his young caddy. His friend, about the same age as him, returned the comment.

"...or your club's just to skinny Will."

His friend slapped him on the shoulder and was about to head to their cart when Will's pager went off. With a sigh, he looked down, reading the message.

"Well, seems I'm needed to save the day...Superman n' all that."

Will's friend nodded and they parted ways.


Half an hour ago...

Will wiped off his forehead, leaving the operating room with a sigh. Everything was in order, seemed the gunshot wound wasnt nearly as bad as they all said. He washed up and changed clothes, a pair of khaki slacks and a blue button-up, sleeves rolled up halfway. Will wasnt about to spend the rest of his day off at the hospital. He had made it all the way back out to the parking lot when he stopped, snapped his fingers in the air and headed back inside.

Some terrible elevator music later and a walk down a hall lead him to Doctor Smith's office. The door was closed and Will could hear voices inside. He raised a brow and leaned forward.

"...aside from bringing ice chips and emptying dead flowers."

The awkward look on his face gave way to a smile. He knocked once and entered the office, stopping as if he didnt know the girl was in there.

"Oh hey, Michael...I forgot you had an 'orientation' today, my apologies."

Will glanced towards the girl, nodding to her before offering his hand.

"You must be Ms. Watson..."

Will turned to Michael and shrugged.

"I peeked at your schedule...heh."

He turned back to her and smiled.

"Dr. Willard Wallace, but everyone just calls me Dr. Wall. Nice to meet you."

Turning again back to Michael he scratched the back of his neck.

"Ah, just wondering if you were coming later...to the 'meeting' ?"

 

[TheSilence]

"Thank you." Sam took up one of the candies, unwrapping it as she thought. "Well, I started off as just a nurse's aide... Pretty much something to keep the car running while I was in college," she laughed, popping it in her mouth. "I learned a few things from the nurses there, followed one of the doctor's for a few weeks to see what went into a typical day for him... But it wasn't anything major, really." She shrugged. "I was pretty much just a sheet changer and receptionist at the nurse's station most of the time. Not much patient contact aside from bringing ice chips and emptying dead flowers."

Doctor Smith looked at the young recruit, taking in her story than walked to the cabinet across the room, talking while doing so. "I see, we'll it won't take you long to notice that we're different from any old hostpital you used to work at", he said while mindlessly thumbing through some papers finding the one titled "Hostpital Map" grabbing it and making his way back to his chair.
"Here at Sexton hospital we pride ourself for or individuality", he thought for a moment, "but im sure that wont be a problem for you, you seem like a open young lady", he said smiling warmly, handing her the map. "Thats the basic overview of the hostpital, after a few more questions I have for you, we can get to touring this beast", he said jokingly.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Doctor... Wall?" Samantha glanced at the new doctor, a blushed smile on her face as she took his offered hand. "Sam Watson, yes sir." She glanced to Doctor Smith as he held a paper out to her, taking it and nodding to his suggestion of the tour. "I'm sure its changed so much since I was last here..."

Sam paused a moment at Doctor Wallace's mention of a meeting, glancing at him curiously before looking back to Doctor Smith. "I... didn't interrupt anything by coming early, did I?," she asked softly, pulling her coat up in her lap a bit more.

 

[Mister J]

"No no, not at all. You enjoy your tour Ms. Watson."

He waved to Michael, who seemed to be a tad stand offish today. Maybe it was the timing, or perhaps something else had him vexed. Either way Will wasnt about to go wandering into those scary woods. With wink back at the new girl, he stepped back out into the hallway, closing the door and heading back down towards the elevator.

He did, however, decide to go see another friend. Someone whom he hadnt talked to in a few days since he'd been off. The elevator took him down a few flights and he walked up to the large door, giving a knock before entering. A smile flushed across his face as he took a few steps across the room to her desk.

"Peggy, my love, my muse, my...eh...I got nothin'."

He shrugged, grabbing a mint and settling down on her couch. He went to unwrapping the small candy as he spoke again, leaning his head back on the headrest.

"How does the damsel fare in her palace?

 

[Mephistophelily]

((OOC: For the sake of getting things moving, I'm jumping this ahead about a few days.))

Sam worked her way around the side of the nurses' station, heading for the room paging for a nurse. She gave a soft sigh as she came to the door, shaking her head. This guy had been paging every few minutes. Nothing seemed to be making him happy, other than yelling at her.

"Yes sir?" She tried to sound as pleasant as she could, without letting her temper shine through.

"Where'n the hell's the doctor?! Why'n the hell do I keep gettin' YOU!?"

"Because, sir, other patients are needing their attention first for more critical conditions. I'm sorry, but you just have to wait your turn. We're rather short staffed tonight. Would you like the tv on or some magazines?"

"I want a doctor!" he tossed one of the pillows at her, shouting still. "Not some wanna-be nurse!"

Sam bit her cheek, giving a nod as she held the pillow. He wasn't getting it back if he wanted to be like that. "Very well, sir. I'll see what I can do." Shutting the door behind her, she gave a soft sigh as she returned to the station. The guy had only been there for a sprained knee. It wasn't a critical emergency, but he made it seem like his entire leg was missing.

She needed to clear her head from the guy's sour temper, deciding to go for laps to the other patients waiting. Peeking into one of the first rooms, she gave a soft smile to the man laying in the bed... A patient that Doctor Wallace had asked her to keep an eye on for any 'strange reactions' to one of his new drugs. The man seemed to be doing well enough... far better than when he was brought in a few days ago. "Mister McKay? How are you feeling today?," she asked, coming over to his bed.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Peggy laughed. She had been called many things over the years but never damsel. It made her think of a damsel fly always flitting from place to place, when in reality she seldom left her little oasis in the world.

Peggy greeted the doctor and inquired into his golf game. The two spoke for a few moments about his latest round on the greens.

When it appeared that a file was not being requested but merely a bout of chat, Peggy was surprised. She could count on one hand the number of times the hospital's head doctor had come to the records room. Curious she rose from her chair and walked over to the sitting area. Selecting her own mint, unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth, she settled into a chair and waited. She knew that whatever the doctor had to say would be said when he was ready.

 

[fukensploogin]

((OOC: For the sake of getting things moving, I'm jumping this ahead about a few days.))

She needed to clear her head from the guy's sour temper, deciding to go for laps to the other patients waiting. Peeking into one of the first rooms, she gave a soft smile to the man laying in the bed... A patient that Doctor Wallace had asked her to keep an eye on for any 'strange reactions' to one of his new drugs. The man seemed to be doing well enough... far better than when he was brought in a few days ago. "Mister McKay? How are you feeling today?," she asked, coming over to his bed.

His coffee had tasted good today. That was a plus. Whatever was in those green pills he had been given was certainly doing the trick with his detox today; yesterday he had been feeling tense and strung out and desperately needed a fix, but today he was seeing the future, and it was a lot better without all the shit in his system.

He was happy he had a tray, though. He'd had this erection since he'd awaken this morning. It hadn't helped that he'd been fantasizing about... well, about all kinds of things. His mind was just in the gutter, he'd decided, and enjoyed it.

He'd actually gotten himself off twice already. His cum had been more copious than normal. He took that as a sign he was getting healthy.

He smiled when the nurse came in. His cock throbbed at the sight of her. He could only smile: "I'm doing well, nurse, uh," he squinted at her nametag, which was pinned to her shirt just above the swell of her breast, "nurse Watson. You can tell that doctor that whatever he's got me on is definitely helping with the detox."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Wonderful." Sam smiled at him, resting her hands on the tray as she leaned in to check his readings, absently giving him a view down the front of her pink uniform. "Seems everything's back to normal levels now, too. Whatever you had gotten into is certainly coming down. Now, is there anything I can get for you?"

She paused, glancing up to see that the window was open a bit. "Ohhh, no wonder it seems so cold in here! AC going and a window open... You must be absolutely freezing!" She went over to close it, standing on her toes to get the latch down, the thin fabric of her dress giving him another show from the light coming in. "How's that?," She asked, peeking over her shoulder at him with a smile. "Feel better now?"

 

[fukensploogin]

Mikey wondered if she knew about the show she was giving him. His cock was throbbing, aching. Her fine curves and delicious breasts had rendered him in a euphoric state more powerful than any drug he had ever encountered.

A lot better, thank you, but umm, no, Nurse, well, umm, I guess I should tell you about this, it might be a side-effect the doctor should take into consideration."

He lifted the tray away. His cock was making a rather impressive tent of his hospital gown.

"Holy shit!" he said, looking down at it. "Umm, it's not normally that big, either... He didn't give me Viagra, did he?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Side effect?" Sam stepped to the side of his bed with a curious look, glancing down as he moved the tray. Her eyes widened as she saw what he was referring to, giving a surprised gasp. "Oh-! Um... No, I - I don't think that's supposed to happen...," She stammered out, trying to stop looking at the impressively large 'tent' developing.

"I'll have to ask him about that. That's not exactly something that should be happening for a detox drug." Her eyes finally drifted off from his lower region, giving him a soft smile. She hadn't meant to linger for so long, but it had been a while since she had seen something like that from a guy her own age... The last few times were from horny old men that convinced her to spongebathe them.

 

[fukensploogin]

"Listen, it's been like this since I woke up. It's starting to hurt. There's got to be something that can be done. Seriously, I've seen the commercials. 'If you experience an erection lasting more than four hours, contact your doctor immediately.'" His gaze lingered on her curvy form, the bit of cleavage looking incredibly delicious...

"Nurse Watson, it's going on six hours now. There's got to be someway to get it down."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"6 hours? Oh, that's not good, not good at all." Sam glanced to the call button- but all that did was ring back to her station, not call for a doctor. "Um... I can't give you anything else. For one, I don't have the authority, and two.. I'm not sure anything could actually help that."

She glanced to the doorway, then back to him. If it was leaving him in that much pain, then she had to do something to help... She frowned, going to the door and kicking it closed. "I can try to help," She said softly, going to the side of the bed once again. "Can you sit on the edge, please, and drop your pants? I'll need to check to be sure there's nothing else wrong."

 

[fukensploogin]

Mikey quickly kicked his legs over the side of the cot and pulled up his hospital gown. He wasn't wearing pants, or boxers, so his cock was right there, standing tall and proud. It was thick and hard, fully engorged with blood, the veins standing out, almost purple in color, and really big. Mikey was actually having a hard time believe that it was his own cock, but there it was, attached to him. He looked up at the nurse, still holding his gown up.