Triage (open to all)

[gagonthis]

Derek grabbed the paddles. “I need a charge!” He yelled to the nurse next to him as he rubbed them together. The maddening high-pitched hum of flat lining vitals filled the room, punctuating the seriousness of the situation. “CLEAR!” Derek yelled as he pressed the paddles down on the man’s chest, lifting his torso off the operating table. He swore as the man’s pulse remained flat lined, pressing the paddles together again before hitting the man with more juice.

The man had been brought in an hour ago, the sole survivor in a Honda Civic that had slammed into the back of an eighteen-wheeler. He’d been taken in for emergency surgery upon arrival, with several fractured bones, a ruptured spleen, punctured lung and a whole lot of internal and external bleeding. His chances for survival were very low to begin with, and he had now entered cardiac arrest caused by ventricular fibrillation. Derek knew his odds of recovering him were thin, but he clung to that hope like a roots on a cliff face.

He pressed the paddles again. “CLEAR!” He zapped the man again, but the pulse remained flat. “Come on….” He muttered under his breath as he charged the paddles again. Again he pressed them to no effect. “FUCK!!” He screamed in rage as he threw the paddles aside, lashing out with his foot, kicking the bottom of the operating table as hard as he could. He growled angrily staring at the clock. “Time of death: 3:01 AM.” He said, his voice quaking. He ripped his gloves off and stalked out of the OR frustration showing across his face as he made his way to the on-call room. He sat down on the couch, face buried in his hands as he bit back the urge to scream and break something. It never seemed to get any easier here.

:OOC: Dr. Derek Blest is an attending surgeon at Johns Hopkins university in Baltimore. One of the top graduates of his class He has excelled in most aspects of medicine he has devoted himself to, but as everyone who has worked with him can say, he does not take loss well, and every time he loses a patient he takes it as a very hard blow, becoming frustrated and slipping into depression.

This is a general hospital thread, open for patients, nurses, other doctors, support staff, anything you can really think of, and is open for all, feel free to just post a bio and an IC post in here.

 

[littlewaif]

June Aarons liked the atmosphere of the hospital. It suited her well. She was attentive and caring. She liked being around people, helping people, and seeing things change for the better. She was a nurse at the hospital and was currently taking care of some paperwork behind the shared nurse's desk at the front. She saw Dr. Blest storm into the on-call room and put down her pen. Sometimes it seemed like the staff in this place needed just as must care as the patients. She stepped in softly and closed the door behind her, knowing that by intruding on this moment of grief and frustration she was only subjecting herself to his temper. "It wasn't your fault, you know..."

 

[caela]

-quietly bowing out cause the character just didn't quite fit the thread...have fun y'all, I'll enjoy reading along! -

 

[gagonthis]

OOC: Seems great to me

Derek heard the voice of nurse June and for several long moments he simply tried to ignore her, keeping his head in his hands. He'd lost patients before, and it wasn't as if this one had had any feasible chance of survival, but Derek, ever the perfectionist, couldn't help but blame himself. Finally with a heavy sigh he lifted his head, his weary eyes looking into nurse June's. She was always trying to take care of everyone, patients and staff alike. She was well like and respected amongst the hospital staff, but if there was one thing Derek didn't want right now it was to be cheered up.

"Of course it's my fault..." He muttered as he turned his gaze away from her. "That was my patient. It doesn't matter how torn up he is when he comes in. If htere's even the sliver of hope that he'll survive it's my fault that he doesn't. It means I didn't do something right... I should have been able to save him." He sighed, knowing how foolish it was to say that. Every doctor knows that there are some patients you just can't save, even if you do everything right. But Derek never allowed himself that leeway, taking every death as a heavy blow, seeing his failure in each person. He shook his head, trying to relax himself slightly.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Imogen Masterson had been waiting in the A&E ward being remitted there after having fallen of her bike riding to campus.

She was startled as the doctor stormed out of the operating theatre seemingly enraged.

She closed her eyes feeling the searing pain run through her head. It wasn't so much the fall but rather the residue hang-over.

Having spent last night with one of her professors having way too much red wine and probably making an arse of herself as well. Still she mused through the surges of pain she had made an imprint.

She was 24, standing 5'7 and a very fair complexion that contrasted to her dark-brown hair and her green eyes. She was on exchange in the US, coming from Glasgow in Scotland and heavily accented. She was enrolled on the Masters Programme in history but not really paying attention to her studies finding way too many distractions...

Clenching her eyes shut she tried massaging her temples in order to alleviate the pain.

 

[gagonthis]

OOC: Going to take on multiple characters myself for the fun of it


Resse Cambin yawned slightly as he walked over to the coffee pot, pouring himself another glass. He added his cream and sugar, just in the nick of time, for a second later the door to the on-call room flew open and Dr. Blest came storming into it. Must have lost one... Cam thought as he watched the man in his enraged state. He quietly slipped out of the room, wanting to give Derek some time with his pain and not wanting to get caught in the inevitable shit storm that followed one of his tantrums. Resse could sympathize, it was never easy to lose a patient, no matter how low the chances of survival were, but some of them just coped with it better than others.

Resse smiled at Nurse June as he saw her heading towards the room he'd just vacated. He didn't think anyone could calm Derek down, but if there was one person in the hospital who could it would be June. He rubbed his eyes as he sipped his coffee, asking the nurse who was next, whispering that he'd prefer something simple until he could wake up a little more. He was never good with these late night shifts, a personal problem he'd been working to overcome. The nurse motioned to a woman sitting with her hands rubbing at her temples. Resses nodded and told the nurse to send her back while he went to prepare himself.

The nurse approached the woman and smiled at her. "The doctor will see you now, but first we'd like to get a few precautionary X-rays, head injuries can be a tricky business." She said, motioning for Imogen to follow her.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Imogen looked up as Nurse Watkins put a hand on her shoulder and told her about the procedure regarding head injuries.

Shaking her head, resulting in yet another searing wave of pain to her temples she replied hoarsly

"Ach come on, I got hit worse playing shinty! Is it really necessary?"

Nurse Watkins smiled apologizing and insisted that it was indeed necessary and gently steered Imogen towards the examination room. Giving her a conspiratorical glance she informed her that her attending doctor was called Cambin, and Imogen although in a pretty poor shape understood that she should treasure this opportunity.

Still her hang-over preempted any attempts to mere pleasantries and she found herself replying more sourly than intended

"For Christ's sake just give me a few aspirins or a Bloody Mary and I'll be fine"

Nurse Watkins frowned but didn't reply instead ushering Imogen into the examination room leaving her to wait the Doctors return

 

[gagonthis]

OOC: Sorry guess I wasn't very clear there, Nurse June is littlewaif's character, and is in with the other doctor. THis nurse is just a character I was using as filler. I'll call her Nurse Watkins for now.

IC:

Nurse Watkins sighed as she listened to the patient's complaints. "Well ma'am, we can't force you to get medical treatment, if you would like to just take a few asprins and leave that is well within your rights.... but..." She said, pausing for a moment. "If you did sustain some sort of more serious head injury there will likely be no other way to tell without taking X-rays, and I'd hate to think you're leaving the hospital with something wrong." She said , trying to put a friendly smile back on her face after having to deal with the lady's open rudeness. Nurse Watkins was used to it though, many people came in thinking they knew everything about their own bodies and it was often as much a task to convince these people they needed to be fixed as it was to fix them.

 

[jadore jouer]

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Perry swung her thin legs back and forth off the side of the examining table-slash-bed-thing, the heals of what were once sneakers colliding lightly with the cool metal in a steady rhythm, her right knee cracking dangerously.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thu--

A plump nurse paused in the corridor outside the room. Her arms full of numerous medical supplies, she shot a wrinkly glare in the direction of the room's occupant, who let her feet swing to a stop. Satisfied, the nurse shuffled off to complete her task, and Perry let out an annoyed sigh. She raked her fingers through her dark hair, ignoring the pain it caused her. She drummed her fingers. Where the hell was this doctor? Seven times a nurse had popped her head in to notify Perry that he'd be in shortly. Seven times. She'd counted.

Emitting another sigh, Perry gingerly swung her legs back onto the table before letting her upper body fall backwards onto the table-bed. Her piercing eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Maybe if she counted every single crack, like people did in movies, she wouldn't hurt anymore.

"One. Two."

Her upper arms screamed.

"Three. Four."

Her knee burst into flames.

"Five."

The last two fingers on her right hand snapped off.

"Five."

Her left cheekbone throbbed.

"Five. Fuck."

She needed to move. She needed to move, otherwise there was nothing to take her mind off it. Perry pushed herself into a sitting position, various cracking and grinding sounds singing out from her arms. She furrowed her brow for a moment and blinked a few times before reaching into her beat-up back pack and pulling out a wad of hemp. After untangling the mess of twine, Perry found the starting loop and slipped it over the bedpost farthest from her. From that loop began a string of woven patterns, perhaps the beginnings of a necklace or a bracelet. The brunette took the loose strings of hemp and began to twist them around each other in her callused fingers. She'd just focus on her craft until the schmuck who was supposed to examine her finally decided to show up.

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Name: Perry Miller
Age: Eighteen-going-on-nineteen
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 106lbs.
Hair: Dark brown, falling in loose waves to her mid-back.
Eyes: Pale blueish-greenish-grey.
Skin: Pale, yet still seeming to retain a bit of color from the summer. Light freckles dot her nose and cheeks. Her arms are spotted with bruises, new and old, and she has a strange scar just under her right eye.
History: Broken home. Blah, blah, blah. Mother ran off. Father's in jail. Brother's an abusive, protective, jealous alcoholic. Perry's the only other kid in the family. She does smoke the occasional pot, and has done her share of small crimes, but she's not a bad kid. She's just oppressed by her older brother. Yay!

 

[Lady_Mornington]

(Edited and duely noted)

"Fine I'll do whatever you say" Imogen slouched on the chair, the searing pain coming back, probably prompted by the nurse's insistence.

"Should I get naked then" adding every bit of sarcasm into her reply as she tried fixing Nurse Watkins with what she thought to be a haughty stare

"It's usually preceeded by a few drinks you know, at least where I come from"

Knowing she was being rude she couldn't quite help herself, the whole thing seemed absurd but she decided to go along with it if it kept people in general and this nurse in particular out of her hair.

"Well..."

 

[gagonthis]

Dr. Cattrell

OOC: And one more doctor... I'm putting togther quite a list here.. heh.

IC: Dante Cattrell had been reminded no less than five times that the patient was waiting for him in Examination room A. He was currently trying to work his way through a mess of paperwork that had to be filed before he could discharge his last patient, swearing slightly he filled out the last of the discharge sheet, glancing at the clock. He waited leaving people waiting, especially those that were in pain. He hurried out of the office, nearly colliding with Dr. Cambin as he left the On call room. walking past the OR he saw Kass cleaning up what looked to be the results of another of Dr. Blest's outbursts. Guess the surgery hadn't gone well. Talk about a guy who took his job a little too seriously Dante thought as he waved to Kass as he hurried past.

Examination room A... crap he thought, he'd forgotten the X-rays. Turning back around he practically dashed down to the X-ray lab, nearly running over Nurse Watkins who was leading a woman with a very thick accent back there. "Sorry!" He yelled over his shoulder as he gathered up his X-rays and made his way back down the hallway at break neck speed, sliding to a stop in front of the room. He took a moment to compose himself, opening the door and stepping in. The patient was a young girl, messing with some fibers or something. He shook his head. "I'm sorry you had to wait for so long, we've been swamped tonight." He said apologetically. "In any case, I'm Dr. Cattrell..." He check his chart quickly. "Ms. Miller, what seems to be the trouble this morning?"

 

[gagonthis]

(Edited and duely noted)

"Fine I'll do whatever you say" Imogen slouched on the chair, the searing pain coming back, probably prompted by the nurse's insistence.

"Should I get naked then" adding every bit of sarcasm into her reply as she tried fixing Nurse Watkins with what she thought to be a haughty stare

"It's usually preceeded by a few drinks you know, at least where I come from"

Knowing she was being rude she couldn't quite help herself, the whole thing seemed absurd but she decided to go along with it if it kept people in general and this nurse in particular out of her hair.

"Well..."

Nurse Watkins smiled slightly, glad to se that cool heads could prevail in this situation, though she still wasn't too particulary pleased with the tone of voice this patient was using. Oh well she thought, can't wind every battle. "No you do not need to be naked, I'll just be giving you one of these stylish aprons to slip over your clothing." Besides, from what I picked up about your accident you already have a enough drinks in you. She bit back from saying that last part, knowing it wouldn't be professional. With a smirk she placed the lead apron over the woman's head. "Now place your head between the two poles here and be very careful not to move it..." She said sternly as she went to operate the machine. "So you said 'where you come from'" The nurse said as her curiousty took over. "Where would that be?" She asked, trying again to be friendly as she began taking the Xrays.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Imogen clenched her teeth as she submitted to nurse Watkins' ministrations. Laying back on the table making sure her head remained in position. She closed her eyes as she replied

"Glasgow, that's in Scotland" knowing there were probably a Glasgow in Maryland as well.

"How nice, so does the men wear kilts then" Nurse Watkins asked looking at Imogen as she lay on the bench

"Yes" she sighed "and once a year everyone of us paint our faces blue and go and bash the head of any Englishman we can find" Knowing she was being more than rude she still couldn't help herself. She wanted to be released and be allowed to go home. She pictured herself in her bed pulling the covers up over her head and not having to suffer speaking to anyone.

"There's no need for that Miss" Nurse Watkins answered, voice level "I wanted to say that I have family there"

Imogen elected to stay quiet knowing that she, yet again, had made an arse of herself.

"Very well" Nurse Watkins said perhaps a fraction too loud for Imogen's comfort. I'll let the doctor have a look at these. You can stay here until he shows up"

"Thank God" Imogen mouthed silently as Nurse Watkins left the room leaving her to herself and the searing pain...

 

[jadore jouer]

Perry furrowed her brow as the sounds of fast footfalls reached her ears, but did not stop her hemping. The steps got louder and louder and louder until they finally stopped outside her door. Doctor? Maybe? Finally? Her eyebrows raised in anticipation as she waited for the door to open.

And it did. And it was. The doctor.

He entered, obviously making a drastic attempt to hide the fact that he'd just sprinted to her room. Perry dropped the hemp into her lap and blinked as he introduced himself and apologized for making her wait so long. She wanted to tell him that it was no problem, that she had her fun little craft here to pass the time. But she didn't. Instead she merely raised and eyebrow and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"In any case, I'm Dr. Cattrell..." He check his chart quickly. "Ms. Miller, what seems to be the trouble this morning?"

"Perry," she corrected. She was no where near old enough to have a Ms. in front of her name. "Uh...well. I'm kind of bruised, I crack a lot when I move, and we're out of painkillers."

This was the truth. Until about two days ago, she'd been making it through each day by ingesting a fair amount of pot and Ibuprofen.

"Those will probably tell you more."

Perry cracked a slightly crooked grin as she nodded towards the x-rays which Dr. Cattrell carried.



[OOC: Yes, very impressive multi-tasking.]

 

[gagonthis]

Imogen clenched her teeth as she submitted to nurse Watkins' ministrations. Laying back on the table making sure her head remained in position. She closed her eyes as she replied

"Glasgow, that's in Scotland" knowing there were probably a Glasgow in Maryland as well.

"How nice, so does the men wear kilts then" Nurse Watkins asked looking at Imogen as she lay on the bench

"Yes" she sighed "and once a year everyone of us paint our faces blue and go and bash the head of any Englishman we can find" Knowing she was being more than rude she still couldn't help herself. She wanted to be released and be allowed to go home. She pictured herself in her bed pulling the covers up over her head and not having to suffer speaking to anyone.

"There's no need for that Miss" Nurse Watkins answered, voice level "I wanted to say that I have family there"

Imogen elected to stay quiet knowing that she, yet again, had made an arse of herself.

"Very well" Nurse Watkins said perhaps a fraction too loud for Imogen's comfort. I'll let the doctor have a look at these. You can stay here until he shows up"

"Thank God" Imogen mouthed silently as Nurse Watkins left the room leaving her to herself and the searing pain...

Nurse Watkins led Imogen back to her room and told her she could remain there until Dr. Cambin came to examine her. She walked out, calm and professional, but let her face twist into anger as the door to the room shut. The rudeness some people had. The nurse was half tempted to not tell Cambin that she was ready to be seen. Let her sit a little while in pain she thought to herself before sighing heavily. She couldn't do that, no matter how satisfying it might be. Instead she collected the Xrays and brought them to Dr. Cambin. "The patient is ready for you in Examination room B, and here's her Xrays... be careful with this one though.. she's a bit of a rude one.." Cambin sighed slightly at that, but nodded thankfully to Nurse Watkins as he took the Xrays.

He took a cursory glance at them as he headed down the hall and to the examination room. Nothing looked seriously wrong and he opened the door with a smile on his face. "Hello, Imogen, my name is Dr. Cambin. I've just been looking over your Xrays and it seems you have only a very minor concussion, no serious damage was done."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Nurse Watkins led Imogen back to her room and told her she could remain there until Dr. Cambin came to examine her. She walked out, calm and professional, but let her face twist into anger as the door to the room shut. The rudeness some people had. The nurse was half tempted to not tell Cambin that she was ready to be seen. Let her sit a little while in pain she thought to herself before sighing heavily. She couldn't do that, no matter how satisfying it might be. Instead she collected the Xrays and brought them to Dr. Cambin. "The patient is ready for you in Examination room B, and here's her Xrays... be careful with this one though.. she's a bit of a rude one.." Cambin sighed slightly at that, but nodded thankfully to Nurse Watkins as he took the Xrays.

He took a cursory glance at them as he headed down the hall and to the examination room. Nothing looked seriously wrong and he opened the door with a smile on his face. "Hello, Imogen, my name is Dr. Cambin. I've just been looking over your Xrays and it seems you have only a very minor concussion, no serious damage was done."

Imogen dizzily raised her head a fraction and found herself staring into the handsome, smiling face of Dr. Cambin. The perfect teeth and the masculine features somehow negotiated by his boyish bearings. Finding herself returning his smile she once again felt the pain surge seeing bright spots as she shut her eyes.

"Thank God for that" her voice a drawl her Scottish accent audible "that leaves only the hangover to worry about then" massaging her temples again she tried to regain something of her composure.

"So that means I can be discharged doesn't it?" she tried to smile again, hoping Dr Cambin would grant her that, and in a rare display of humility she added "I apologize to the nurse if you let me go home" clenching her eyes shut. God this was the worst hangover ever and besides she had other worries as well, knowing she ought to keep quiet Doctor Cambin seemed a perfect confidant.

Biting her lower lip she glanced at him.

"There might be another thing though..."

 

[gagonthis]

Dr. Cattrell

Perry furrowed her brow as the sounds of fast footfalls reached her ears, but did not stop her hemping. The steps got louder and louder and louder until they finally stopped outside her door. Doctor? Maybe? Finally? Her eyebrows raised in anticipation as she waited for the door to open.

And it did. And it was. The doctor.

He entered, obviously making a drastic attempt to hide the fact that he'd just sprinted to her room. Perry dropped the hemp into her lap and blinked as he introduced himself and apologized for making her wait so long. She wanted to tell him that it was no problem, that she had her fun little craft here to pass the time. But she didn't. Instead she merely raised and eyebrow and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"In any case, I'm Dr. Cattrell..." He check his chart quickly. "Ms. Miller, what seems to be the trouble this morning?"

"Perry," she corrected. She was no where near old enough to have a Ms. in front of her name. "Uh...well. I'm kind of bruised, I crack a lot when I move, and we're out of painkillers."

This was the truth. Until about two days ago, she'd been making it through each day by ingesting a fair amount of pot and Ibuprofen.

"Those will probably tell you more."

Perry cracked a slightly crooked grin as she nodded towards the x-rays which Dr. Cattrell carried.

Dante shook his head, trying to get his thoughts back in order, it was never a good thing when the patient seemed more in control than the doctor did. He quickly composed himself. "Perry." He said smiling, confirming that he wouldn't call her Ms. again. He took the X-rays out of the manila envelope and put them up against the viewer, flicking it on. He nearly gasped at what he saw. It looks as if she had taken quite a lot of injuries over the years, injuries that hadn't healed up roperly. He looked back at her, his eyes searching for some hint of what he suspected the cause was. She was mostly calm though he thought he saw a slight quivering of her lips, he couldn't be sure though.

"Perry.... the cracking and pain you've been experiencing is the result of your bones grinding together. It looks as if you have at least four different breaks in your bones that haven't healed up properly. Now I don't know how this could have happened, unless you didn't seek medical attention when you sustained these injuries, but we need to treat this properly or you could develop some serious medical problems down the stretch. Arthritis, infection, etc." Dante frowned, he'd seen this scenario before. A broken home. Abusive parent or parents most likely. It made him sick to see this type of thing, but was even worse was there was nothing he could do but heal the results. "The bruising doesn't appear to be too serious, no internal bleeding, but as I said before, something needs to be done about those bones. I'd like to keep you here overnight for examination if that's all right with you?"

 

[gagonthis]

Dr. Cambin

Imogen dizzily raised her head a fraction and found herself staring into the handsome, smiling face of Dr. Cambin. The perfect teeth and the masculine features somehow negotiated by his boyish bearings. Finding herself returning his smile she once again felt the pain surge seeing bright spots as she shut her eyes.

"Thank God for that" her voice a drawl her Scottish accent audible "that leaves only the hangover to worry about then" massaging her temples again she tried to regain something of her composure.

"So that means I can be discharged doesn't it?" she tried to smile again, hoping Dr Cambin would grant her that, and in a rare display of humility she added "I apologize to the nurse if you let me go home" clenching her eyes shut. God this was the worst hangover ever and besides she had other worries as well, knowing she ought to keep quiet Doctor Cambin seemed a perfect confidant.

Biting her lower lip she glanced at him.

"There might be another thing though..."

Dr. Cambin couldn't help but notice how attractive she was. He didn't get many luxuries in his work, so it was always pleasant when he had a chance to work with a patient who was pleasant on the eyes. He chuckled slightly when she mentioned her hangover. While it was technically illegal to even ride a bicycle while intoxicated, the EMTs who had brought her in had decided the crack on the head was a fitting enough punishment and had decided against notifying the authorities. "Well yes, I would suggest that next time you've ingested enough alcohol that you can't bike straight to maybe consider calling a cab." He said, flashing her another smile. His face lit up with laughtered as she offered to apologize to Nurse Watkins. "Don't worry, I think Nurse Watkins is made of strong enough stuf to weather this." He said, chuckling still. Truth was Nurse Watkins was like a tank, and the fact that this lady was able to get to her surprised him. "But yes, you're free to be discharged..." He said, trailing off when she bit her lip, admitting there was something else. "Yes? Some other ailment that you didn't mention?" He asked, concern in his eyes.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Dr. Cambin couldn't help but notice how attractive she was. He didn't get many luxuries in his work, so it was always pleasant when he had a chance to work with a patient who was pleasant on the eyes. He chuckled slightly when she mentioned her hangover. While it was technically illegal to even ride a bicycle while intoxicated, the EMTs who had brought her in had decided the crack on the head was a fitting enough punishment and had decided against notifying the authorities. "Well yes, I would suggest that next time you've ingested enough alcohol that you can't bike straight to maybe consider calling a cab." He said, flashing her another smile. His face lit up with laughtered as she offered to apologize to Nurse Watkins. "Don't worry, I think Nurse Watkins is made of strong enough stuf to weather this." He said, chuckling still. Truth was Nurse Watkins was like a tank, and the fact that this lady was able to get to her surprised him. "But yes, you're free to be discharged..." He said, trailing off when she bit her lip, admitting there was something else. "Yes? Some other ailment that you didn't mention?" He asked, concern in his eyes.

Imogen bit her lip again twisting the hem of her scarf in her slender hands then turned to face Dr Cambin.

"It's probably nothing and even if there is you're bound by the Patient-Doctor confidentiality policy right?"

Dr Cambin confirmed that it was indeed like that and Imogen draw breath and slowly almost hesitantly started to speak

"Last night I ended up in bed with someone I probably shouldn't have been in bed with and..." blushing "the condom broke and I'm not on the pill..." knowing that she exposed herself in a way she wasn't accustomed to she still felt that Dr Cambin was probably less prone to moral lectures than most of his colleagues.

"That's why I drank myself silly really..." shrugging apologetical and waving her hand before another surge of pain made her double over clenching at her temples.

"Is there any chance of being short-listed for the euthanasia treatment here Doctor" she braved herself to a smile as she awaited his reply...

 

[jadore jouer]

"Perry."

She smiled. There was something about the way he said her name that made her feel comfortable and protected. Maybe the fact that it wasn't being shouted over the ridiculously loud porn on the TV or slurred through a flood of beer. Maybe it was that Dr. Cattrell smiled when he said it. Who knows. It was different and it was welcome.

Perry's bright eyes followed the doctor as he turned his back to her, sticking her xrays onto the viewing board. She watched as he tensed upon flicking on the light and bit her lip. Though she knew nothing of a doctor's world, she was sure the awkward bends in her bones were not good, nor normal. He would question her, he had to, didn't he? Fortunately she was no longer a minor and could deny any information she did not wish to give.

She drummed her fingers painfully on the table as Dr. Cattrell proceeded to explain how her previous breaks hadn't healed properly and how bone problems like hers could lead to bigger problems. He didn't inquire as to how she'd managed to obtain her earlier breaks or lack of treatment, but he definitely implied concern.

"Oh, well...I'm kind of active, so I guess I just thought I'd pulled a muscle and popped an Advil."

Perry grinned slightly and raised and dropped one shoulder in a half-shrug, wincing a little bit. She didn't think what she did with her shoulder would affect the mess in her arm. Guess she was wrong. Dr. Cattrell then notified her that none of her bruising was serious.

"Well, that's good."

"I'd like to keep you here overnight for examination if that's all right with you?"

Overnight? Overnight?! Perry's eyes lit up. She wouldn't have to go home tonight. She could stay here in this hospital away from her brother, away from...just away.

"That'd be fine!" She blurted out, almost too excitedly. Noticing her own anxiousness, Perry turned her eyes away from her doctor's pleasant face and ran her tongue over her lips. A few dark strands of hair fell into her eyes. She brushed them away quickly with the back of her hand, blinking once as she did so.

 

[gagonthis]

Imogen bit her lip again twisting the hem of her scarf in her slender hands then turned to face Dr Cambin.

"It's probably nothing and even if there is you're bound by the Patient-Doctor confidentiality policy right?"

Dr Cambin confirmed that it was indeed like that and Imogen draw breath and slowly almost hesitantly started to speak

"Last night I ended up in bed with someone I probably shouldn't have been in bed with and..." blushing "the condom broke and I'm not on the pill..." knowing that she exposed herself in a way she wasn't accustomed to she still felt that Dr Cambin was probably less prone to moral lectures than most of his colleagues.

"That's why I drank myself silly really..." shrugging apologetical and waving her hand before another surge of pain made her double over clenching at her temples.

"Is there any chance of being short-listed for the euthanasia treatment here Doctor" she braved herself to a smile as she awaited his reply...

Dr. Cambin nodded his agreement when she asked about patient-doctor confidentiality though he quickly added that if she confessed to doing something illegal it didn't necessarily protect her from the consequences. He listened patiently, doing his best to digest every little bit of information she provided, just in case he had to diagnose something. Turns out the problem was a bit more straight forward than that.

Ahhhhh... that would explain why she was being so testy with Nurse Watkins earlier, an evening like that would put anyone in a foul mood. Resse frowned slightly as he considered. "Well I can get someone to come draw your blood and test for any sexually transmitted diseases, and I could write you a prescription for the morning after pill if you're concerned about pregnancy." He knew that he wasn't supposed to go around the health clinic for this, but he felt like this woman had had a difficult enough night without having to be exposed to more of the bureautic nonsense that surrounded life at the hospital.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Dr. Cambin nodded his agreement when she asked about patient-doctor confidentiality though he quickly added that if she confessed to doing something illegal it didn't necessarily protect her from the consequences. He listened patiently, doing his best to digest every little bit of information she provided, just in case he had to diagnose something. Turns out the problem was a bit more straight forward than that.

Ahhhhh... that would explain why she was being so testy with Nurse Watkins earlier, an evening like that would put anyone in a foul mood. Resse frowned slightly as he considered. "Well I can get someone to come draw your blood and test for any sexually transmitted diseases, and I could write you a prescription for the morning after pill if you're concerned about pregnancy." He knew that he wasn't supposed to go around the health clinic for this, but he felt like this woman had had a difficult enough night without having to be exposed to more of the bureautic nonsense that surrounded life at the hospital.

Imogen managed a half-hearted smile at Dr Cambin as he presented her with the options availible. Nodding her assent still twisting the hem of her scarf, and then spoke out, needing to tell someone.

"It was my professor I slept with" gritting her teeth "so fuckin' typical isn't it. Wee stupid girl from the country falls for her teacher" s

She smiled coldly. "The prick even promised he'd get divorced" rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh she cursed her own stupidity as well as her professor's faiblesse for his female students.

Turning to Dr. Cambin again

"I appreciate everything you can manage to do and I guess I deserve to be lectured on the merits of sexual abstension..."

 

[gagonthis]

"Perry."

She smiled. There was something about the way he said her name that made her feel comfortable and protected. Maybe the fact that it wasn't being shouted over the ridiculously loud porn on the TV or slurred through a flood of beer. Maybe it was that Dr. Cattrell smiled when he said it. Who knows. It was different and it was welcome.

Perry's bright eyes followed the doctor as he turned his back to her, sticking her xrays onto the viewing board. She watched as he tensed upon flicking on the light and bit her lip. Though she knew nothing of a doctor's world, she was sure the awkward bends in her bones were not good, nor normal. He would question her, he had to, didn't he? Fortunately she was no longer a minor and could deny any information she did not wish to give.

She drummed her fingers painfully on the table as Dr. Cattrell proceeded to explain how her previous breaks hadn't healed properly and how bone problems like hers could lead to bigger problems. He didn't inquire as to how she'd managed to obtain her earlier breaks or lack of treatment, but he definitely implied concern.

"Oh, well...I'm kind of active, so I guess I just thought I'd pulled a muscle and popped an Advil."

Perry grinned slightly and raised and dropped one shoulder in a half-shrug, wincing a little bit. She didn't think what she did with her shoulder would affect the mess in her arm. Guess she was wrong. Dr. Cattrell then notified her that none of her bruising was serious.

"Well, that's good."

"I'd like to keep you here overnight for examination if that's all right with you?"

Overnight? Overnight?! Perry's eyes lit up. She wouldn't have to go home tonight. She could stay here in this hospital away from her brother, away from...just away.

"That'd be fine!" She blurted out, almost too excitedly. Noticing her own anxiousness, Perry turned her eyes away from her doctor's pleasant face and ran her tongue over her lips. A few dark strands of hair fell into her eyes. She brushed them away quickly with the back of her hand, blinking once as she did so.

Dante glanced over his shoulder as he peered back at the Xrays. She was a pretty attractive girl underneath all that bruising he thought to himself before chastising himself. She was eighteen. And a patient on top of that. Dante chided himself, he'd nearly gotten into some serious trouble for those types of thoughts before. He sighed slightly as he turned back, hearing her lame excuse about being active. No one broke bones like this and then just shrugged them off with an advil. He hated being a doctor sometimes, but if she wasn't reall willing to say why she had so many broken bones that hadn't been ended to then he'd have no choice but to treat her and let her go.

He winced a how eager she sounded to stay in the hospital.
One night away form whoever was doing this to her... most people would dread having to stay in the sterile enviromnet. Well she needed it, he'd need time to take with an orthopedist about what needed to be done here. This was much worse than almost any similiar case he'd seen before. He was amazed she hadn't been curled on the floor screaming in pain. "I'll have one of the nurses take you to your room for the night. I'll come back once I've had a chance to discuss these results with a few of my colleuges." He said, smiling a friendly smile at her. "In the meantime, these should help you with the pain." He fished out a couple of vicodin and passed them to her after opening the package for her." He ducked his head into the hall and flagged a nurse passing by. "Nurse Watkins, Perry here will be staying with us overnight. Could you show her to a room and get her some water for her pain medication? Thanks." He rose from his stool, looking down at Perry. He'd have the night at least to figure out how to make her see that telling the truth was the best option now.

 

[jadore jouer]

Dante glanced over his shoulder as he peered back at the Xrays. She was a pretty attractive girl underneath all that bruising he thought to himself before chastising himself. She was eighteen. And a patient on top of that. Dante chided himself, he'd nearly gotten into some serious trouble for those types of thoughts before. He sighed slightly as he turned back, hearing her lame excuse about being active. No one broke bones like this and then just shrugged them off with an advil. He hated being a doctor sometimes, but if she wasn't reall willing to say why she had so many broken bones that hadn't been ended to then he'd have no choice but to treat her and let her go.

He winced a how eager she sounded to stay in the hospital.
One night away form whoever was doing this to her... most people would dread having to stay in the sterile enviromnet. Well she needed it, he'd need time to take with an orthopedist about what needed to be done here. This was much worse than almost any similiar case he'd seen before. He was amazed she hadn't been curled on the floor screaming in pain. "I'll have one of the nurses take you to your room for the night. I'll come back once I've had a chance to discuss these results with a few of my colleuges." He said, smiling a friendly smile at her. "In the meantime, these should help you with the pain." He fished out a couple of vicodin and passed them to her after opening the package for her." He ducked his head into the hall and flagged a nurse passing by. "Nurse Watkins, Perry here will be staying with us overnight. Could you show her to a room and get her some water for her pain medication? Thanks." He rose from his stool, looking down at Perry. He'd have the night at least to figure out how to make her see that telling the truth was the best option now.

Her head still turned downward, Perry's eyes flickered back to Dr. Cattrell as he began to speak.

"I'll have one of the nurses take you to your room for the night. I'll come back once I've had a chance to discuss these results with a few of my colleagues." He said, smiling a friendly smile at her. "In the meantime, these should help you with the pain."

She nodded in response, still somewhat trying to register that she'd be staying at the hospital over night. Dr. Cattrell smiled at her. Perry smiled back, one corner of her lips pulling upward a bit more than the other. He handed her the two tablets which she reached for, her arm emitting an especially loud crack. Her hand paused in midair, Perry closed her eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them, a weak and exasperated grin upon her lips. She took the Vicodin he offered her, her bony hand brushing briefly against his warm one. Closing her fingers around the tablets, she watched as her doctor leaned out of the room to call a nurse to her aid. As Dr. Cattrell stood up, Perry looked him directly in the eyes. She didn't really know why she did, or what she was looking for in them. He must have noticed, because she felt him look back.

"Thanks!" She said brightly, breaking her focus from his eyes then bringing it back to his face. She extended her hand for him to shake, knowing that he'd know better than to shake the hand of a girl with multiple incorrectly-healed bone fractures, but hoping that he'd take it all the same.

 

[littlewaif]

Nurse June gently rubbed his shoulder, absorbing his obvious distaste for human contact at the moment, until he softened a little to her. She didn't say anything for a long time and then after a while, just digging her thumbs gently against his tense muscles. She didn't see how he did this to himself day in, day out. After a while, she gently offered "You want some time by yourself?"