agonisingglory (agonisingglory) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-14 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, callisto, leonard mccoy |
Who: Callisto and Leonard McCoy
When: Early June
Where: Irvine General
What: Stitches
Rating/Warnings: Low/Possible TW for hospital stuff
Status: Complete
McCoy came into the room--well, it was less of a room and more of a stall with curtains for walls--and nodded a greeting to the patient. She’d just been meeting with a nurse, who was cleaning the wound.
“I’m Leonard McCoy, head of surgery. But today I’m just working a round in the ER. What can I help you with?” He asked Callisto. The nurse held out her chart. McCoy took it without taking his eyes off of the patient’s face.
He didn’t have the best bedside manner. But at least he was attentive.
Callisto sighed, “Stunt went wrong. We were doing a fight on top of some decking and some newbie stepped into their punch a bit too much far and sent me flying off the edge.” She held up her hand to her head, touching the cut that was just covered by her hairline and wincing before pulling it away bloodied. “Whacked my head on the corner of the lighting rig and voila,” she indicated her wound.
After setting aside the chart, McCoy pulled his latex gloves on, moving his eyes from hers up to the wound on her hairline. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re not concussed. This shouldn’t be too difficult to patch up, though. And I doubt it’ll scar.” He added, moving a little closer and taking over for the nurse.
The nurse excused herself, dropped her own gloves in the biohazard box, and went off to help another patient.
“You do some sort of stunt fighting?” He asked, moving her hair carefully out of the way and pinching the sides of the wound together--very gently. He wanted to figure out how many stitches he’d need, and/or butterfly bandages to keep it together.
Callisto hissed a little at the feel of him manipulating the wound, but sat perfectly still. “Yeah, I’m working on an action flick at the moment,” she explained. “The director decided to use one of his kids just out of acting school as a stuntman,” she grumbled. “Believe me, if I could kick his ass and still be working this job I would!”
“Understood.” McCoy was frowning a bit at the hiss. “I’ll get you a local anesthetic.” He added. It was a small shot, but should numb up the area nicely. Then he could stitch it closed, and it’d heal up well. “Looks like we’ll only need a few stitches,” he said. “Probably three. And it shouldn’t scar too badly. It’s mostly in the hairline, anyway.” He added. He’d dealt with more than a few women who cared more about the scars than about the injuries.
"Shame," Callisto remarked. "If it scarred I could sue his ass!" she griped. She didn't really mind scars, they were the story of her life, the burns on her back a constant reminder of her parents and sister, her reason for going on when she found none in the world.
“Well, I could do a shoddy job stitching it.” McCoy teased. He came back over with a local anesthetic, and injected it straight into the wound. Her forehead should go blissfully numb in a matter of seconds. He waited for it to take effect, though, as he prepared the other things he’d need for the stitches.
“I suppose this is just another hazard of the job. I’m just surprised they don’t have someone to patch you up right there on the set.”
"First aiders can only do so much," Callisto lamented, feeling the strange sensation of the anaesthetic taking affect on her head. She sighed heavily, "Idiot director had sent the on-site doctor off<\i> site to get something for him. I'm never working with this lunatic ever<\i> again!"
McCoy frowned a bit, sitting back on his stool. He folded his arms across his chest. “The director sent the medical crew off site? That sounds... well, to be perfectly frank it sounds stupid.” He wasn’t so sure about this movie-making business. It sounded dangerous.
"It's his first project as a director, I think he needs to learn how to delegate better," she grumbled, shaking her head. "I can't stand incompetence!"
McCoy leaned in a bit and brought his gloved hand up to poke at the wound once more, cleaning it all over again and pinching the sides together. He had his materials ready, and brought the tape up to keep the wound together while he stitched. “Hopefully you’ll never have to work with him again.”
"Definitely," she agreed, keeping still for him to work. She'd had enough stitches in her life to know the deal. "If my agent suggests him again I'll tell her where to shove it!"
McCoy started stitching. He carefully put her wound back together in such a way that there wouldn’t be much of a scar. “That sounds like the best plan.” He said, taking care as he stitched.
“Yeah,” Callisto groused. “May just try and get a new agent to be honest,” she sighed, feeling the pressure of his hands as he worked but no pain. “And pay the stunt guy a visit off-set...” she mumbled darkly. She still wanted to beat the crap out of the guy, but let’s face it, she was definitely one to hold a grudge.
“Wish I could help you there,” McCoy said, carefully stitching. He didn’t want to get distracted and make a mistake. That might mean a little scar. Honestly, she had it easy. Could have been a whole lot worse. Head wounds could go nasty quickly. “Don’t know many agents.”
Callisto huffed a laugh, "That's alright doc, I'm a big girl." She grinned wryly and tried not to move for him. "I've got a few leads now I'm here."
“That’s good. I imagine once you start working in that business you start meeting people who know people.” It wasn’t like in medicine. There wasn’t a whole lot of networking that McCoy needed to do to advance his career. Actually, he felt pretty far along. About as far as he wanted to be, anyway.
"Yeah, you definitely start to get a reputation," she grinned. She knew hers, professional, efficient and innovative, but could be volitile, but hey, she basically organised fights for a living what did they expect! "What about you doc? How long have you been knocking about this place?"
“Yeah?” He finished up on one stitch and started on another, being very careful with his work and trying to use as few as possible. “Oh... what, a decade or so?” He said. “Twelve years, I think.” He said. He had an anniversary coming up.
“Cool,” she replied. “So you like it here? Reckon its a good place to settle for a bit then?”
“Yeah,” McCoy responded. “Well, they pay me well.” It was true, he’d been offered other positions when he was first working at Irvine General. But this place paid the best, and he enjoyed what he was doing the most. “And then they kept promoting me and giving me raises...”
“Ah...them’s the breaks, huh?” she grinned. “Life’s hard then?” she joked, glancing up at him as he worked.
“Let’s hope not in your line of work. Breaks don’t sound healthy.” He finished up the last stitch, then started to put his tools and soiled materials away. “You’re all set.” He said, turning back to her once his materials were cleaned. He held up a small, hand-mirror so that she could take a look at the stitches.
“Excellent,” she told him as she looked in the mirror at his work. “Thanks doc,” she couldn’t help but reach up and touch the stitches gently. “Anything I should know about after care? Surprisingly this is my first head wound,” she joked.
“Pretty much the same as stitches anywhere else, really,” McCoy said, accepting the mirror back when she was finished with it. “Head Wounds tend to bleed a bit more than other injuries, so don’t be alarmed if they do leak a little.” He grabbed some new, sterile gloves, and put some gauze over the stitches, then taped it down. “Make sure to keep it clean, just like you would anywhere else. Keep the hair out for a bit. Use hydrogen peroxide, yadda yadda.”
“Cool,” Callisto waited for him to finish and move away before hopping down from the bed. “Thanks doc,” she shrugged on her leather jacket and flicked her hair out from under the collar. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope we don’t cross paths for a while,” she winked at him with a grin.
“Ha,” McCoy said, grinning himself. He stood and crossed to the doorway, pushing it open for her. “I won’t take it the wrong way.” He added with a nod. “Be safe.”
“Later, doc,” she tossed over her shoulder as she left. Making her way down the hall to the exit, she briefly wondered how she was meant to get home, seeing as the director had scarpered as soon as she made it clear that his insurance was going to be picking up the cost. He’d begged and pleaded with her not to, but Callisto wasn’t one to take bullshit. Hopefully he’d learn for next time.