Billy Batson (originalmarvel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-11 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, billy batson (captain marvel), tessa |
Who: Billy Batson and Tessa
Where: Outside his neighborhood and then Irvine general
What: Billy finds an injury he didn't know he had and is treated
When: The evening of the Mega-Sentinel Attack
Warnings/Rating: PG for medical stuff
Status complete
Tessa hadn't been in San Francisco during the robot invasion, but that didn't mean she hadn't had plenty of work. There were still plenty of accidents, injuries, illnesses, and the occasional speedy delivery to keep her busy. Especially on a Friday night. For some reason, everything tended to pile up on weekends.
When Billy had gotten home and tried to bike to a friend’s house, he had found pain shooting up the arm that had been hurt during the battle. And darkness swum up to claim him. A neighbor called 911 immediately, and it just so happened that Tessa was the medic sent...
Tessa and her partner pulled up in front of the house from which the call had originated, and she jumped out, prepared for anything. Dispatch had relayed whatever information they could get from the concerned neighbor, and she did her best to reassure the caller that she could take it from there.
Billy was laying on the sidewalk, just waking up, and groaning, one arm barely moving as he clutched it and his side, moving back on his back from his bike which was on it’s side.
“Ow.”
Tessa was relieved to see the young man regaining consciousness. “I’m Tessa,” she said, speaking softly as she knelt beside him. “Try not to move too much. Okay? I’m here to help. Can you tell me your name?”
Billy nodded, then winced as his head ached. Oops, he must have hit that. “Erm, I’m Billy. Billy Batson. Someone must have called you when I fell over. I think i blacked out.”
“All right, Billy. Just lie still for a moment while we get you checked out.” Her partner joined them, taking the boy’s blood pressure while Tessa checked his pupils for sign of a concussion. “Do you remember what happened before you blacked out?”
“I was getting on my bike and I gripped the handlebars and leaned forward to move and... there was pain from my left arm, and I think I blacked out then.”
Billy sighed. He was an idiot.
“Was that the first symptom of pain that you noticed, or did you have a previous injury?” Tessa inquired, methodically palpating his neck, shoulder and arm. “Is there any pain here?”
“Uhm, well, I was in San Francisco when... the crisis happened.” His eyes slid to her and to her partner and to a point in middle space. yes, Hallucinations. “I, ah, ended up slamming into a wall there. Didn’t think i was hurt, then.”
“There’s some inflammation in the soft tissue. It’s possible that trying to ride the bike may have caused something to flare up,” she observed. “Are you having any shortness of breath, any trouble with your vision?” If he’d been in San Francisco, it was possible he’d gotten pretty banged up. If he was running on adrenaline, he might not have even noticed the extent of his injuries.
Billy shook his head. “Just feeling sore now, and tired. It was a long day. Things got pretty bad.” Now he was worried. Had he been injured worse?
“All right. Your shoulder doesn’t seem to be dislocated, but I think you may have strained some muscles. I’m going to put some ice on it to try and take the swelling down, but it’s probably a good idea to take you in for an x-ray, just to make sure there aren’t any broken bones.” She paused, keeping eye contact, and giving him a moment to process. “Do you want us to call anyone? Your parents, maybe?”
“Okay. I can do that.” Billy nodded. “Yeah. Can call them. They should know. Don’t want to worry them.” He nodded to her words. He really hoped there were no breaks.
Assuring herself that there was no serious neck injury, Tessa let him call his parents, while she applied an ice pack to his shoulder. His injuries weren’t so severe that they absolutely need to take him in by ambulance, and perhaps his family would prefer to spare themselves the expense and drive him themselves. Since he was a minor, it was really their call.
Billy called his mom and dad, and then sighed and nodded to her. “They want me to go with you, and they’ll come to the hospital.” He smiled faintly. “What do I do, doc?”
They lifted the gurney out of the back of the ambulance and set it down beside the young man, and Tess patted the trolley. “Have a seat right here and just lay back. I know it’s gonna feel a little silly, but we’re just going to lift you up into the back, just to make sure you don’t make your injuries any worse.”
Once they had him in the ambulance, Tessa hopped up with him, talking him through the ride, and keeping an eye on him. “We’ll put the lights on for you, but no siren,” she said, trying to help him feel comfortable. “It won’t take long to get there.”
“Okay.” He settled where they told him to, and rested, feeling silly. He should have gone to the doctor in San Fran. He groaned as they took off, and just tried to rest, relaxing as much as possible. “Thanks. Sorry for being a bother.”
“It’s no bother,” she said, adjusting the cold pack so he could lay more comfortably--at least relatively speaking. Sure, there were some calls that made her want to throw up her hands, and throw in the towel, but this wasn’t one of them. He was hurt, it was her job to help. “This is what I’m here for.”
When they got to the hospital, he was checked out and he swiftly had a sling put on his shoulder, to keep him from straining it more. Later, when he was waiting for his parents, he saw her again and waved. “Hey! Thanks again!”
She waved back, sparing a moment to swing by and see how he was doing. It looked like her assessment had been right; nothing broken, just a sprain. “Hey, you’re welcome. Are you feeling any better?”
“Yeah, a lot. Some pain medicine and a good sling and I feel a whole lot better.” He smiled at her. “Thanks for being there and doing a great job, okay? The world needs people like you.”
“Thanks for saying so,” she said, smiling back. It was nice to be appreciated, and to see that she had made an impact. “You take care of yourself, and follow the doctor’s orders while you heal up. Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“I won’t, I promise. Be good to yourself, too.”
He waved one more time and started toward the doors where he could see his father, a mountain of a man, waiting. And he smiled, heading home. a little hope in his heart.
FIN.