Dr Guy Eldoon (saltyolddoc) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-13 22:38:00 |
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Current mood: | drained |
Who: Dr Guy Eldoon and OPEN
Where: in the process of being “read into” the story, Doony winds up entering the hospital in quite a rush... because he WAS heading into his OWN clinic to take care of earthquake victims!
What: um... i think that the “where” pretty much covers this! xD <3
When: well... i’d LOVE to say “the Sabbath day”, so let’s do THAT! Allons-y! :) <3 (p.s.: Guy is JEWISH, so his sabbath day is... well, TODAY! xD <3)
Rating: Medium-high for Eldoon’s mouth! xD
Open: la, yes! :D <3
Status: Incomplete/Ongoing~!
July 12, 1:27 PM Downtown Los Angeles Eldoon Clinic Dr Guy Eldoon is on a mission. Having been caught out on a leisurely, Sabbath afternoon walk during the earthquake, his first thought is to take his wife and his puppy home to assess the damage. He does not stop there, however; he can't. A quake of this magnitude was sure to cause casualties, far too many casualties for Cromartie General to field alone. A message to his pager soon confirms it: Cromartie General Hospital has already instructed all dispatchers to divide medic runs between the smaller clinics and hospitals. Leaving Bryce to calm the puppy, he runs to man his clinic, stat. April 13 1:32 PM Downtown “Neverland” Dr John Watson’s hospital “What the fuck is this, baby doll?” Guy muttered under his breath, looking about the unfamiliar anteroom, and eyeing the unfamiliar receptionist with great suspicion; this was NOT Ema-doll, who he’d just hired this past week...! (But then again, thankfully, it wasn’t the Bimbo who took Medical Advice from a goddamned VIDEO GAME, either! For FUCK”S SAKE, who the HELL thought that PURELL + KLEENEX = MAGICAL HEALING of minor abrasions? No matter HOW minor - no, sir, it just wouldn’t work!) Oh yes, he reflected, it was rather good of the Bimbo to finally give him something ACTIONABLE to fire her for, other than mucking up the medical histories of new “hotties” who rejected her, at their first appointment...! All the same - that poor, poor Nurse she’d attempted to treat based on her stupid little GAME! And... where WAS Ema, and where WERE his nurses, really? Hadn’t he called everyone he legally COULD by California state law regarding health care workers, before he’d rushed out the door himself? “Ema, doll?” he called out, tentatively. Maybe Meraktis had something to do with this - offering her a better paycheck, maybe? Feh! Would serve the old bastard right to get a real-life, Scientific Investigator on his staff... He wouldn’t be able to keep cooking his books for the Mob for long, no sir...! But no, that STILL didn’t explain the unfamiliar anteroom - unless, of course, he was in such a damned rush that he’d actually bypassed his own clinic, and wandered into the stupid GOLD-PLATED one next door...! He ducked outside, just to check... but no, not a lick of gold on the exterior...! Say, maybe this was a late April Fool’s joke? He could definitely appreciate that, at least; there was normally Christmas in July, but rarely did anyone think to bring another holiday to the summer months... “Ema, doll - Alita-doll? Okay, you got me! April Fool’s, am I right, now?” He chuckled a little, warmly. “How’d you GET all this furniture to redo the entire fucking WAITING ROOM, anyhow?” |