Agnes (ex_maneater523) wrote in rulethenight, @ 2011-09-01 21:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, agnes martin, mike mcnamara, plot: night of the living dead |
Who: Agnes, Mike, assorted patients and zombies!
Where: The ER of Boston Med
What: ZOMBIES party like its Friday, Friday.
When: September 1st
Status: Thread/Incomplete
If she'd wanted Earthquakes, Agnes would have stayed in Haiti. It was seriously worrying her, particularly since Boston wasn't really known for them. She'd spent what seemed an endless three minutes huddled in a doorway with an elderly patient when all her instincts wanted her to do was transform and run. That could all wait though. She had responsibilities and had time just to send Cherry a quick text to make sure she was all right before she'd started on the wounded that came pouring in the doors. The air outside was filled with sirens and inside the ER was chaos as people raced from bed to bed, tearing open IV bags, placing catheters, and trying to triage the wounded and the dead.
She'd just called a teenage girl with severe abdominal bleeding and a broken spine when another gurney came flying into the small cubicle. She left the girl with one of the nurses and moved to help the paramedic as he moved a seizing man onto a bed single-handedly. Mike. Her eyes darted up to meet his for a moment as she reached automatically for the crash box.
"I need some Diazepam!" she shouted to one of the passing nurses. "And Phenobarb 120 mg!" He already had an intravenous line in, and she bent over to examine his pupils her fingers palpating the bones of his head where the skin was split open.
"Where was he?"