Glorfindel of the Golden Flower (glaurfindel) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-08-28 08:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | &ecthelion&glorfindel, @gondolin, ecthelion, glorfindel, thuringwethil, turin |
*does not understand doctors* *has had one of the longest nights of his life (including the too-dark nights in the rehab clinic) and still finds himself answering stupid questions in the emergency department because the on-site medics at the OCC didn't have enough suture material and, in any case, wanted him to be reviewed by plastic surgery* *really doesn't have the time for this and certainly doesn't have the time to deal with junior doctors who are appalled that one of the injuries was self-inflicted* *starts getting almost irritated when one doctor mutters something about getting a psychiatry revew while they're at it and maybe doing a tox screen for alcohol and the more common recreational drugs* (*if he were on drugs, he'd certainly not be in this unkempt, bloodied state*)
*in the end, when most of the chest wounds have been sutured (by a regular, non-plastic surgery doctor), calmly gets up and leaves (appropriating a scrubs top [extra-large, belonging to one of the orthopaedic surgeons to judge from the nametag inside the collar] to replace his shredded t-shirt)*
*takes the car (good old Ken) back to the holding cell, ringing the hospital on the way to ask how Erestor is (please say he's alive or not-suffering) and learns that he's in Recovery*
*thus (somewhat) heartened, begins to focus on the next task in hand, grabbing a bottle of water on the way in through the door as he contemplates how to speak with a monster*