Thor Odinson (followsthunder) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-02-23 15:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | lalna, thor odinson |
Characters: Thor Odinson + Lalna.
Location: UCI Medical Centre clinic.
Time: 23 Feb, early afternoon.
Warnings: Some talk of blood, wounds.
Summary: Thor's on clinic duty, Lalna is injuring himself.
Status: Closed, incomplete.
Clinic hours wouldn't have been so bad if they didn't feel so tedious ninety percent of the time. Thor had never been extraordinarily patient and what little he did have usually got tested the days he was here. A lot of the complaints were incredibly vague and the people attached to them completely ignorant. Of course, for the sake of professionalism, Thor didn't share his ongoing internal monologue with the patients and kept it to himself even after that, though a lot of his other colleagues seemed to find it therapeutic to complain about their cases in the break room. In said break room, Thor was sitting on one of the couches with his phone and pager tossed unceremoniously off to the side, his feet up on the small coffee table and his head back against the cushions. Around him, there were a couple of the older physicians chatting pointlessly about the weather and a couple of the younger ones were talking about sports. Every once in a while, Thor added in his two cents, but he tried to spend the majority of his time relaxing because he only had about thirty minutes to himself and he used the first twenty to eat, because if there was something he loved most in this world, it was eating, not that it showed on him at all. The sound of his pager going off dragged him back to the reality that he still had six more hours in the clinic. Opening his eyes, he saw the other doctors briefly look down at their own pagers to make sure that it wasn't theirs going off before looking at him with something like sympathy mixed with schadenfreude. Laughing a little to himself, Thor locked his phone back into his pocket, clipped the pager onto his belt and grabbed his lab coat, shrugging it on as he headed towards the room the next patient was in. Outside of the door was the small triage form filled out by the nurse and looking over the paperwork as he opened the door, Thor had a feeling this one would be an interesting case. "Good afternoon, Mr…," Thor glanced down at the paperwork again. "Lalna." He didn't think to make a judgement on the man's name since his wasn't any more normal. "Can I see the injury?" Moving over to the sink, Thor washed his hands and put a pair of the ridiculously blue gloves that the clinic was so fond of before going over to where Lalna was seated on the exam table. |