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Martha Jones ([info]greyhoundsix) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2013-05-15 23:03:00
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WHO: Martha Jones and Mickey Smith
WHAT: Mickey has had a bit of an accident and finds himself at the hospital
WHEN: Wednesday, May 15th. Late Night
WHERE: Exam Area at St. Josephs
RATING: Talk of medical stuff
STATUS: Complete

Martha downed the remaining coffee in her paper cup and tossed it in the trash before leaving the cafeteria. She was extremely exhausted and was looking forward to her next day off, which just happened to be the next day; she just had to get through the next four hours and then she could go home and sleep. Over the last few days she'd seen some of the most ridiculous ailments coming into the hospital and she was pretty sure it was because of her post on Valarnet about the crazy things that happened on doctor shows. After all, why else would two college students have come in on the same night after trying to get drunk by pouring vodka in their eyes? She'd read about that sort of thing before, but never thought she'd actually encounter it and now she had. Honestly, why would anyone do that sort of thing?

Yawning, she approached the large whiteboard to find out if she had any patients to check on. She didn't have to do her rounds for another hour so that meant she was on exam duty. Spotting her name, she went to find the patients file and flipped through it as she headed towards the exam area and pulled back the curtain that sectioned off that particular gurney. "Mr. Smith, is that right?"


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