| After figuring out how to go about this... |
[Feb. 22nd, 2012|09:42 pm] |
Iktomi had been up in the part of the spirit realm that inhabited the Nexus, trying to get documentation of his credentials from an unnamed elder god. Who had just laughed at first, threatening to bring out the existential bug spray. It had taken Iktomi quite a bit of talking to convince the god he wasn't going to use the papers to pick up chicks, or as collateral for a cosmic loan so he could go gambling again. In the end he got them.
He honed in on any healing energies in the Nexus, trying to pick out the aforementioned clinic from any other hospitals in the Nexus. It took him awhile to find the right one, so he lowered his vibration enough to appear on the physical plane. He walked through the doors of the Rockbell Clinic in his tall form with the glasses on, carrying a briefcase and hiding his confusion at what he should be doing next with a smugly official expression. He ruffled through his briefcase, trying to look busy while waiting for someone to appear. |
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| Waking up |
[Dec. 29th, 2011|10:03 pm] |
Somewhere beyond a dark fog that dominated everything, she was aware of pain. A dull, deep ache and a heaviness on her body. The air smelled sickly-sweet, and as sensation crept back in around the very edges, the feel of something on her face. Strange whooshing and mechanical sounds filtered in from a far way away, and a cold lump of chill began to congeal inside. Someone was trying to kill her. Get out. Get to cover. They're coming. They found me. Get out. Get away. Escape.
The mechanical sounds and beeps and whooshing noise grew louder, faster. She tried to lift her right arm, bend her fingers, and found she couldn't. Her other arm responded, but then a sharp pain registered on the back of her hand. Stabbing. Panic began to override everything as she started to desperately claw her way up from the foggy depths of unconsciousness. |
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| Finishing the Fight (open to anyone who wants to notice) |
[Nov. 14th, 2011|07:16 pm] |
It only took a few minutes from the time Shou went into the portal that she came back out. She had gone in cloaked in armor, now she came back out, her spear buried in Kanako's chest, white hair, and with only one leg.
"RAGHHH!" She screamed, blasting her foe repeatedly, lighting up the sky with the amount of firepower she was putting out. Kanako had ceased fighting, lying on the ground. Alive, but barely. "ABSOLUTE CLARIFICATION!!!!" Which prompted a blast, much like the one she used to summon the Gate the first time. |
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| Post-Op |
[Jul. 6th, 2011|11:13 am] |
About an hour after Winry finished with the lesser injured people, Simon and Russell finished Shou's surgery. Her broken bones were set, and torn blood vessels were reattached and closed, and the wounds cleaned. The severe burning to her chest was treated, with the dead skin debrided, and the site flushed several times to eliminate any contaminants.
While Russell was getting the still-unconscious Shou comfortable in post-op, and injecting the medication Simon prescribed into the IV, Simon removed the scrubs and went looking for Winry.
"She'll make it," Simon said, "barring any secondary infection, which is still a huge risk at this stage. Russell said that Ed would be a better option for the burn? I had to remove quite a bit of dead skin, and normally that would be treated with a graft, but he said Ed could make it grow back?" |
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| Return from the Hill |
[Jun. 29th, 2011|07:14 pm] |
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Sarah fumbles for her PIN, somehow managing to hit the button for the apartments through the haze of fear and adrenaline blurring her thoughts and actions. She barely even notices as Tsuri erupts into the air above her with a cry, still gripping Shou's spear tight as she runs past the apartments to the clinic.
Shou...oh God, Shou, they just got back and she's not even sure she'll be okay. She bursts into the building and looks around wildly, running up the stairs to where she thinks the offices are supposed to be. "W-Winry? Russell! Someone, I need help!" |
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| another broken hand, Russell |
[Apr. 28th, 2011|01:30 pm] |
Paul didn't stop running until he got back to the apartments, where he finally came to a stop and leaned against the first building, trying desperately to catch his breath. After a moment, the adrenaline began to wane and the pain in his hand made itself known again. He tucked the locket back under his shirt and stepped over to the front door of the first building, still nursing his wounded hand.
A few minutes later, he was knocking on the clinic door. Please, let someone be in. |
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| Allergic reactions ahoy! |
[Aug. 24th, 2010|01:33 am] |
((continued from this thread))
Celena is panicking. Twice over. One, she can't breathe, and that's a little important, and two, that man said injection. Ooooh god, not an injection. She's still protesting the best her little choked up voice can manage between wheezing fits as they PIN in to the front yard of the apartments and Van enters the code to get into the building and up to the clinic. |
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| Zombie virii! |
[Jul. 10th, 2010|08:40 pm] |
Poor Paul. His first week here and he's already bringing home headaches. Well, no matter. The young woman with the virus was obviously distressed over it, and Paul specializes in helping distressed people. So with the young woman in tow, he leads her into the apartments and up to the second floor, where he knocks politely. |
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| New Patients |
[Apr. 8th, 2010|10:07 pm] |
Russell knew that Roy would be bringing some people by sometime before he was due in for his shift at the bar, and things were relatively calm enough that they didn't need to schedule any actual appointment times.
Even so, he was glad for many reasons that Ed's heart was fixed, as the need for an actual clinic facility was on that list. The converted apartment was becoming a bit cramped. At least Ken was an outpatient, and unless the examinations showed something alarming, the same would apply to Roy's family.
Elizabeth was the only inpatient, and she was fairly low-maintenance (for an Elric) as long as her brother was around. His younger alternate and that one's brother showed up a few hours ago and were keeping her entertained over some cards.
No one had heard yet from the newest Delilah in the Nexus, and he knew just enough about her to guess at her possible medical history, and even ignoring that, the time she'd have spent in Dante's company unawares had him worried. If she didn't contact anyone by the following evening to come to the clinic, he'd go and collect her himself.
The voices toward the door caught his attention, and he looked out to see Roy with a woman, and two children in tow, a teenage boy and a preteen girl.
"Hey, Mustang," he greeted with a wave as he stepped out. |
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