Harry Dresden (dresdensluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-21 10:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, harry dresden, leonard mccoy |
Dresden's luck is always strange...
Who: Harry and McCoy
When: 1/21, afternoon.
Where: Irvine general
What: Harry was shot doing his job, or well, protecting someone else while doing his job, McCoy, bored on a slow day, pulls out the bullets and sews him up
Rating: PG-13 for medical stuff, talk of sex-workers, violence, and swearing
Status: Complete
Harry was clutching one shoulder as he parked the car, blood dripping down his arm. This was really hurting and making him woozy as he staggered out and toward the hospital.Hm. The emergency entrance was farther away than he remembered. How had that happened?
Harry slowly made his way along one wall, leaving a bloody handprint there as he bounced off, and then walked in through the doors that hissed apart. Stupid Harry, getting shot. Stupid gangbanger, bringing a gun to a simple questioning. Stupid Harry, diving to cover a woman in trouble. He paused as he staggered in. No... that part was right. He looked around, and spotted the emergency guard.
“I need...” His voice was hoarse, quiet, as he staggered toward the guard, “I need... help. Gangbangers coming for... for Lopez. warn... warn...”
And he collapsed, unconscious, on the floor.
McCoy was working a shift in the ER. It wasn’t his day-to-day, as he had scheduled surgeries that took up a good deal of his time, along with consults, coordinating, scheduling, ordering, interviewing... he had a lot of responsibility being head of surgery. But today he was lucky. A guy came in with bullet wounds. Awesome.
McCoy had finished extracting the bullets, which had to be saved for the police investigation per state law. He’d bagged them, and was stitching up the wounds when the patient started to come to. “Easy there, buddy. You lost a lot of blood.” At least he hadn’t had to open him up to repair internal damage.
Harry groaned and nodded, not even wanting to try to move. “I-” his voice was gravelly as he tried to speak, coughed, cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m not going anywhere. Did they warn Lopez? The cop? tried to warn the guard...” he groaned, energy spent already.
“No one’s warned anyone about anything, so far as I know.” McCoy said, tossing a meaningful glance to one of the nurses. She popped out into the hallway and collected the police officer that was there. He was wearing the plastic scrubs over his uniform and carrying a notebook.
“Go over it again very slowly. And let me know if you need any more pain medicine.” McCoy never stopped with his gentle stitching.
“Painkillers can wait.” Harry lay back then and started at the beginning. He’d been retained by a young woman to help her prove her innocence in a theft case. The theft happened to be from a gangbanger who for once was going through the law. Long story short, a cop had come in and testified on her case, and been put immediately on the gangbanger’s list, along with Harry himself and the girl.
Harry had heard of it from a street walked who had gotten the info to him just in time to get the girl out of her house. He’d just barely managed to put the woman on a plane to the feds in Sacramento when he got into an altercation with four of the gangbanger’s men. Hence the bullet wounds. He’d escaped and come to the hospital to warn the police officer who was recovering from gallbladder surgery.
Harry panted as he finished the story, pale now and feeling a lot less strong and hardy.
“Pain killers now would be good, doc...” His voice was hoarse and he shivered from the effort of making his report and answering the questions the officer had.
McCoy tried not to listen too much to the story. He was focused on his work. He nodded to the nurse who had the medication, and fed it through the IV into Harry’s arm. It helped to alleviate the pain in his wounds almost immediately.
Harry slumped and when the pain started fading, he rested, eyes open, feeling better than he had in hours. “Holy bells, Doc, those are some of the good drugs!” He chuckled, then coughed. “How bad is it, anyway? I spent most of the time unconscious, or concentrating, so I’m kind of afraid to look.” He’d been hit several times, he knew, but how badly?
"I didn't have to open you up. It's best to let the basic heal itself whenever possible. We want to keep you for observation, in case any of these were more serious than first glance. Your shoulder blade took one hell of a beating, but as far as I can tell there's no internal bleeding." McCoy responded. "Either you're one lucky son of a bitch, or whoever was pulling the trigger was a very shitty shot."
Harry nodded, listening, relaxing and trying to just hear what he had to say. “I can rest a while. Sure. Sounds like the best sleep I’ve had in ages.” he chuckled. “Is my stuff nearby? I’ll need to make a phone call.” he nodded. “They were shooting fast, and I was dodging faster, and we had furniture and a large plane in the way. That helped.” He nodded. Showdowns at the airport were never fun.
“We’ve got it all in a bin.” McCoy said, lifting the scissors to snip the last thread, the last stitch. He put his things away. “You’re going to need some special attention for the next twenty four hours. I’m a little worried you might slip into shock. Don’t worry, though, the staff here is very talented.” He said, then gave a little chuckle. “Do you have any questions for me before I go?”
Harry nodded, shuddering as he watched McCoy work. Weird. “Okay. Cool. I, ah, will I be staying here in the ER, or moving to another room? How are things here now that the Blue Flu is cured?” He smiled a little.
“Also, ah, anything in particular I should watch out for?”
“No, they’ll transfer you to another room upstairs on my ward so I can watch you.” McCoy said. Yeah, that sounded slightly creepy. He didn’t mean for it to be creepy. “Watch... over you.” He said, softly. “If you have any intense pain or tingling numbness, or if you see any strange colors or lines moving from the wounds.” He added. “All signs that should be checked out by me or one of the nurses.”
Harry nodded and smiled a little. Harry chuckled, too. “S’okay, Doc. I got it.” And he nodded. He listened to the instructions. “I’ll remember. And thanks for being here.” he sighed and relaxed. “And for the really good painkillers.”
“Of course. That’s what we’re here for.” McCoy nodded. He motioned to the nurse. “I’m all done here. We’ll move you into post op, then to your more permanent room on my ward.” He said. “You just take it easy and enjoy those pain killers. I’ll be back to check in on you in a couple hours.”
“Thanks. See you later, Doc.” He sighed and lay his head back, resting. What a day. Now he just had to call Elaine. he hoped she wouldn’t be too annoyed.
FIN.