Doctor Jonathan Crane (nightmareserum) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-30 05:24:00 |
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Who: Jonathan Crane (OTA)
NPC's: Thomas, Thugs, Womand & Daughter, Mobster, Woman, Husband & new daughter
Where: Haven Clinic, Gotham City, NJ
When: May 30, 2012 (early)
What: Haven Clinic is open
Rating: PG-13 (blood, gore, medicine)
It had taken time and more money then he had wanted, but the Haven Clinic was open for business.
Jonathan slipped on his lab coat, looking around the new medical clinic, a smile crossing his face. His men had done well, baring their sudden imprisonment and escape, putting the office and practical spaces together with the equipment Edward had provided, the space being offered by the Broker as a ‘gift’ (meaning Jonathan owed the man a large favor some time in the future).
Haven was located between the two ‘halves’ of Gotham, centrally located for both those down on their luck, and those who just didn’t want to involve their ‘normal’ doctor in an embarrassing mess. And much like its name, it was a neutral zone, treating anyone.
Jonathan took a seat behind his personal desk, running a hand over the worn wood with a smile, before nodding to the two men who stood guard, one opening the front doors and hanging the open sign, the other moving to a more advantageous position to either assist or break up fights.
Thomas took a seat next to Jonathan, sorting through medications, getting some of the more often needed ready, just in case.
Two hours later, Jonathan was bent over a mobster, stitching up the man’s side, ignoring the man’s assistants who were eyeing off with his own men, both eager to shoot the other but neither making a move just yet while Thomas stood over them like an imposing mother bear ready to rip them to tiny pieces.
“Next time, wear body armor,” Jonathan muttered, finishing off a knot. “Or come here faster,”
“Thanks Doc,” The mobster said, sitting up and making a hand motion.
The mobster’s assistants sprang into action, one coming to help the man off the bed, another handing Thomas a stack of bills, following the silent rule of whom paid and who didn’t. Thomas counted the money before tossing it into the lock box, nodding to his own assistant who helped the mobster out of the clinic.
The group ran into a problem at the door however, a woman trying to come in, clutching a small child who was bleeding everywhere. “Is the doctor in?!” she yelled and Jonathan turned away from the bed he had been cleaning.
“Set her there,” he ordered, already changing his gloves.
“She got sho...” The woman trailed off, staring at Jonathan and you could see the moment she recognized him. “I...we can go somewhere else,”
Jonathan closed his eyes for a moment before forcing them open. “Ma’am, your child won’t make it somewhere else,” he said, trying to keep from shouting at the woman. “I promise, she’s safe here,” he gesturing to the bed, waiting for her to decide.
The woman’s eyes narrowed, but she laid the girl down on the bed, clutching at her daughter’s hand. Jonathan moved over immediately, turning the small girl so he could see the gunshot wound, before snapping orders at Thomas who wheeled the small surgery cart over, pulling on his own gloves to assist Jonathan. One of the thugs grabbing IV’s as he had been trained another going to the back cooler room to get blood.
It was halfway through the removal of the bullet wound that Jonathan realized the problem of having only one doctor available, as a man slammed frantically through the doors, screaming that his wife was about to give birth outside.
Jonathan ordered Thomas to go check on the woman and carry her inside while he focused on the small girl before him, finally grasping the bullet and dropping it into a waiting cup that one of his men held, checking the damage, a bit of relief filling him as he realized that the bullet missed everything in the girl’s side, getting stuck in a rib.
“Boss, he wasn’t kidding,” Thomas yelled, carrying the woman in and laying her on one of the clean beds, the only gynecological capable one in the entire clinic. “I can see the head,”
“Get ready to deliver then,” Jonathan called, still focused on the girl. “Marcus, get towels, Timothy, get the baby bath ready along with the nasal bottle. Thomas...crap, stay with her, Mike, get the cradle,” His men rushed off to do their tasks, the air suddenly wracked with nerves. Jonathan paused in his examination to look over at the woman, biting his lip.
“I’ve delivered babies before,” The woman next to him suddenly spoke up and he looked up at her. “I’ve delivered all of my children’s babies before, as well as the neighbors,”
Jonathan nodded. “Get her legs up for me, see how far along she is,”
The woman nodded, hurrying across the room to help Thomas, while Jonathan turned his focus back on the small girl beneath him, getting the last debris from the wound before stitching her side up.
“Push!” The woman yelled and there was a guttural screaming from the pregnant woman across the room. Jonathan hid his smile at the base sound, one that was heard the world over through time.
He tied off the stitch, adding another, mentally counting the length of the woman’s pushing, nodding his head as she was told to rest for a beat before pushing again. Another stitch, a third and the group behind him started cheering as the baby was pulled from the woman.
Jonathan turned from his small patient to see his smallest yet, pulling off his gloves as he watched the father cut the umbilical cord before joining the group, accepting the small bundle as he cleared it’s nose and mouth.
The baby didnt’ scream so much as cough, almost glaring up at Jonathan for bothering her, before giving a half cry as Jonathan started washing her body down in the small bath. Wrapping her in a soft natal blanket, he laid the baby on her mother’s chest, smiling. “Congratulation,” he said to her, running a hand over the baby’s small head, nodding to his temporary assistant who suddenly remembered her own daughter.
“She’ll heal fine, just make sure she coughs or takes a deep breath every hour to keep thigns moving in her chest. She has a fractured rib, so you’ll need to keep an eye on her activities, but it should heal nicely in six weeks,” He handed her several bottles of pain reliever, pointing to each. “Twice an hour, every six hours, only at night,” he said, making sure she understood before putting them in a bag for her. “I’ll release her in another hour, I want to make sure she gets as much of the fluid into her as she can, bring her back in four weeks so I can check on her, sooner if something seems wrong,”
“Thank you, Doctor Crane,” the woman said returning to her daughter’s side.
Jonathan smiled at the small family before turning his attention back to the baby, checking in on her before heading to his office to grab a bite to eat, starving.
Thomas followed him, smirking. “And you thought no one would show up,”
“Wanted villain, tends to put people off,” Jonathan muttered around his banana, pushing out a chair for his oldest friend, collapsing into his own. “Not to mention, there is another clinic in town,”
Thomas accepted the chair, pulling out his own lunch from the mini-fridge, watching Jonathan over his apple before kicking his boss. “Stop thinkin’ ‘bout him,” Thomas ordered, raising an eyebrow at the younger man.
Jonathan yelped, rubbing his shin, glaring at Thomas before sighing. “I wasn’t,”
“Was,” Thomas corrected. “If he hasn’t been asking you back by now, he’s not interested. It’s time to move on, Johnny,”
Jonathan snorted, stabbing his salad, trying not to think about Edward any longer...his shin couldn’t take the bruises.