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Tweak says, "Surrender Dorothy!"

Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-12 18:23:00

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!complete, day 10, dean winchester, elliot reid, location: gym, placeholder

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Who: Elliot Reid and Dean Winchester
What: ~~The Florence Nightingale Effect~~ Doctoring
Where: Gym/Clinic
When: 5:13 p.m.
Rating: Dean in pain probably = R
Status: Active

In a way, Elliot was glad for the distraction of a natural disaster. Not that she would ever wish the pain and suffering that she was seeing now on anyone, but at least it gave her something to do and took her mind off the fact that she'd woken up in this strange place. She didn't really know what it meant. Part of her wondered if she'd been hit by a bus somewhere and was sleeping away a coma, incorporating the names and things around her into this nightmare. Part of her wondered if maybe years of stress had finally gotten to her and caused her to have a psychological break from reality. Was she in a padded room somewhere? She'd often secretly thought maybe she belonged in one, but she thought it would be a lot more peaceful than this place. She was supposed to be walking around in fluffy white slippers and doing crossword puzzles and eating the standard issue cherry jello, not making rounds the best she could in a makeshift hospital with too little supplies and doctors.

Once she and Lexie had reached the main gym and she'd found that Kim and Andy had been badly hurt she'd set to trying to help as many people as she could. It wasn't easy, especially when more and more people kept flooding into the gym with varying degrees of injuries. Considering that both of the other doctors had been hurt enough where they were limited on what they could perform, Elliot had been somewhat relieved at the fact that her injury was minor. She'd dressed the wound and then rolled up her sleeves to see what could be done.

Four hours had passed quickly but she was starting to feel their effects as she moved to the next cot in line, ripping out a piece of paper from her journal and poising her pen over it to write down injuries and notes. Her feet were killing her, her side still ached, her head was throbbing and her shoulders were sore from lifting the shelves off Lexie. She rolled her neck, her eyes landing on the next patient. Male, mid twenties, broken arm, possibly broken or burnt hands, she wrote on the piece of paper. She looked up and met his eyes, giving him a small smile. "I'm Dr. Reid," she said, still clinging to her title and what little separation from her patients that she could. She wasn't even sure if they were real people and if they were it meant that this place was all that much more real. Better to stick with the scripts.

She looked over his splint and wrapped hands. "Where does it hurt?" She asked, glancing back down at the piece of paper in front of her. "And what happened to your hands?"

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hellsboy
2009-06-14 07:18 pm UTC (link)

Dean wasn't very happy with the whole setup in the gym. The roof had collapsed and there were people injured everywhere. And he couldn't help. That was the crux of it. He was impotent due to his own injuries. He could see that Lexie was hurt as she made her rounds and she hadn't come to see him at all. He knew she was busy and that he wasn't all that important in the scheme of things being he wasn't horribly injured. Just broken hands and such. No glass in his face like the pretty girl a few cots away. Nothing bleeding for him. Just the dull, aching throb in his hands, arm and ribs.

He glanced up as the other female doctor he'd seen making the rounds stopped in front of him. He had worked very hard at not being impatient. He knew that there were people who needed the help more than he did. It was wearing him out to ignore the brunt of the pain and focus on other things. So when he looked up at the cute blonde doctor who looked like she'd just breezed in from another world, which was most likely what she'd done since he'd never met her or heard of her through the journals, he didn't smile back at her.

"You should see the other guy," he quipped dully. "No, I was a human shield in the middle of an animal stampede. Pretty sure the hands are broken. So is the left forearm and a few ribs on that side too. Had a dislocated elbow too. Had it popped in by a real sonofabitch. He did a good job but had no bedside manner." He held out his hands for her to examine. "He set the arm too but not these."

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frickonastick
2009-06-15 12:17 pm UTC (link)

Elliot looked back up from her paper when he spoke, feeling a small flutter of something in her stomach when she heard his slightly gravelly bedroom voice. She managed a choked laugh and a sudden nervous smile at his quip.

She listened as he explained his injury, her face softening and getting a slightly faraway look as she took in the sound of his voice. Then he was quiet and she blinked, focusing on his hands before her. "Right," she said, smiling yet again and stepping forward. "Well luckily for you, my bedside manner has been described as..." She paused, thinking about the patient feedback forms Ted had handed out a couple of months ago. "Moderate to good," she said, the lift to her voice falling slightly.

She reached out and took one of his hands lightly in hers, turning over the bandage. It was too tightly wound to get a good look at it. She set the journal down at the foot of the cot and started unwrapping the left hand carefully. Silence drug out between them and she found herself searching for reasons to keep him talking.

"So," she said, lowering her voice and looking up at him. "Do you make a habit of being a human shield often?"

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hellsboy
2009-06-15 12:29 pm UTC (link)

Dean's brow lifted when she coughed out a laugh. That was one of his own moves and he knew what it meant. Or what it meant when he did it. Still she looked decidedly nervous. He'd seen that look before though usually not when he was broken in quite a few places and filthy from rolling in the dirt.

He almost choked on a laugh of his own when she said her bedside manner was "moderate to good." All he managed was a snort and a wince as the sudden movement sent a twinge of pain through his ribs. "So far you're easier on the eyes too," he said with a half smile.

Dean held as still as possible as she began unwrapping his hand. Without the pressure on it, the throbbing became faster and worse. He gritted his teeth and made a soft guttural sound of pain in the back of his throat. It was going to be a long few minutes until she was done with what she was doing. At least he'd had a little while without the worst of the pain before she got to him.

He chuckled almost soundlessly at her question, trying not to jar himself anymore. "Only on Tuesdays during earthquakes where pretty blonde girls are involved."

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frickonastick
2009-06-15 02:36 pm UTC (link)

Elliot looked up at him when he said she was easier on the eyes and could feel her face warm at the compliment. She reached up and twisted the diamond stud in her ear, tilting her head as she regarded him. "You think so?" She glanced down at her dusty clothes and blood stained shirt and realized exactly how much of a mess she must look at the moment. She gave a small sigh before straightening up and getting back to business. Why couldn't she have met him earlier that morning before she looked like an extra from a disaster movie?

She paused in the unwrapping of his hand to look up at him again at the soft sound of pain. Her attempt at being coy melted away into sympathy. "I'll get you something for the pain, I just need to see how bad it is first." She glanced back down at his hand as his swollen fingers emerged from the wrapping, two of them bent at an unnatural angle.

"Pretty blonde girls?" Elliot asked, raising her eyebrows. "Is that who you were shielding?" She furrowed her brow as she concentrated on unwrapping the last of his hand. Figured he'd have some pretty blonde girl around somewhere. Still, she found herself making a note and filing away his seemingly affinity for blondes.

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hellsboy
2009-06-16 12:34 pm UTC (link)

Dean watched her preen a moment and couldn't help but grin up at her. She was filthy but so was he and it didn't really matter anyway. Nothing could change the fact that he would prefer a blonde female to look at than a red-eyed male on any day of the week. "Yeah, you got him beat by a mile," he answered slyly.

"Thanks," he said when she mentioned getting him something for the pain. Normally he would have refused, he didn't even take aspirin. Painkillers dulled the senses and he needed to always be alert. But this was different. He couldn't do a damn thing if something happened. Not to mention there were the immortal types like Laura and Jack Harkness who were running around being heroic and being productive in other ways. He hoped.

He nodded slowly at her question. "Luna," he replied and tried to hold still as she continued with his hand. "She'd be dead if I hadn't been there." He wasn't tooting his own horn. It was simply a fact and his face distorted into a look of anger. "I don't know what these people are thinking but they can't just drop a tiny girl in the middle of the forest during an earthquake. When my hands work again I'm going to put someone in a pain locker."

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frickonastick
2009-06-19 09:42 am UTC (link)

She gave him another smile when he followed up with her having beat the man before by a mile, though this one was much smaller than the one she'd beamed at him before. She couldn't help but think that he was just trying to make her feel better. Which was sweet, but with a grin like that she wished he really meant it.

Besides the broken fingers, Elliot thought his wrist might be broken as well. "Can you bend your wrist?" She asked, gently turning his hand so that it was palm up and pressing on it lightly.

She looked up at him, unable to stop herself from thinking that he had really intense and amazing eyes. "Oh my God," she said, regarding him with a little awe. "That is so brave." She bit her lip and stared at him for a moment before she straightened at his angry outburst, seeming to come back to herself.

She sighed softly. "Well, if your other hand is as bad as this one, that might be a while." She paused. "So, there are people behind all of this?" Not that she thought there could really be anything else behind everything. Of course it had to be people. Sick, twisted, off-their-rocker, probably inbred people. She swallowed, turning her attention to his other hand as she began to unwrap it.

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hellsboy
2009-06-19 11:36 am UTC (link)

"No, I'm pretty sure the hand is shot all the way to the wrist. Both of them are out of order." He made a face as if to say "What can you do?" when really he wanted to ask things like were his hands going to heal properly so he could use them again? He'd had broken bones before but nothing even coming close to this. The damage was so great that he was almost afraid he'd be crippled, hand-wise, for life. Not a fun prospect and so he pushed it out of his mind.

"I don't know about brave. All in a day's work and all that," he said, brushing off her compliment lightly with a smile. He secretly loved it when someone said he was brave or a hero. He ate it up but he was in no position or frame of mind to play cocky right now.

"None of us knows for sure who is in charge of all this mess. It's easier to be mad at unknown people than unknown nothing though."

He sucked in his breath through his teeth as she began to unwrap his other hand. This time he was able to hold back the pained sound in the back of his throat before it escaped. He could do this. Walk it off, Winchester, he thought. "Think I'll ever play the piano again?" he quipped with one of his most charming smiles.

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frickonastick
2009-06-25 01:15 am UTC (link)

Elliot frowned slightly when he said he thought both hands were shot up to the wrist. She couldn't imagine what sort of assult would've caused an injury that bad. But by the looks of it he was right, this wrist was broken. She wanted to smile at his facial shrug, but couldn't bring herself to do it right then.

She raised her eyebrows, looking clearly impressed when he brushed off her comment about him being brave. She didn't know why she was suddenly imagining him in policeman and fireman uniforms but she was. She could tell he was naturally heroic too, just by the way he underplayed it. "Lucky girl," Elliot said, her finger following his lifeline lightly. Okay, so she was flirting and it was completely inappropriate, but she couldn't help it.

She nodded and looked down, trying to keep her face blank as she evaluated his second hand. It wasn't in much better shape than the first one. Ordinarily they'd pack them in ice packs to stop the swelling, but here there was no such thing. She sighed lightly, turning it over and testing it for tenderness. Turned out he was right about the wrist.

She looked up at him, meeting his gorgeous smile with a sympathetic frown. "Maybe," she said, all of the fawning woman gone and replaced with the tone of a medical professional. "I'll get you some pain medication and some to numb your hands while we set them and put them in splints. I'd rather have you in casts, but we weren't fortunate enough to have those supplies given to us." She paused, giving him a serious look. "This isn't going to be easy..." She stopped, realizing she didn't even know his name. "I'm sorry."

Dylan. She bet his name was Dylan.

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hellsboy
2009-06-25 02:00 pm UTC (link)

Dean almost curled his hand in on itself when she traced a line across his palm. It tickled and he chuckled, marginally pulling his arm back reflexively instead. "Who's a lucky girl?" he asked, very curious to know what this doctor thought or had possibly heard about him already. It wasn't like his reputation had never preceded him in his life. No, he was used to that. So he was definitely curious about what may or may not have been said.

He groaned slightly, his smile faltering as she turned his hand over. It was tender alright. And swollen and looking very much like it had been run over by a car or put through a meat grinder or something. He'd seen enough broken bones in his time to not be squeamish about it but he still didn't want to look anymore now. He averted his eyes to her face and watched her slip right into business mode. Damn, just like Lexie. Must be a doctor thing, he decided.

"Yes, pain med. Sounds good. I think I can handle the not being easy part. Had more than my fair share of breaks in my life. I remember what it feels like." Besides, to Dean, nothing could ever come close to the way the red-eyed demon had come out of nowhere, looming tall and dark between him and the sun before yanking and pulling and popping everything back into place. Ugh. Talk about not easy.

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frickonastick
2009-06-26 04:39 pm UTC (link)

"Luna," Elliot said, raising her eyebrows. "Considering you threw yourself in front of a stampede for her. I can barely get guys to open the door for me." She gave him a small smile, before picking up her pen and paper and adding notes on the state of his hand. She added hero and intense, soul-searching eyes at the top before setting it down and focusing on the other hand.

"Okay," Elliot said, looking slightly impressed. I'm going to go get what I need and then we'll have to put these in splints. I'm going to have to wrap them again, in order to keep the swelling down and you'll have to keep them elevated. We'll get a sling for your arm and your ribs will have to heal on their own. Normally I'd do a partial body cast but..." She trailed off with a sigh. She met his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

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hellsboy
2009-07-01 02:41 pm UTC (link)

"Oh right. Luna," he said and chuckled at himself. He had really not been thinking at all about the fact that he'd mentioned Luna. He'd been more caught up in the fact that his hands were broken and she was being somewhat playful about fixing them. It had been a nice distraction but the reminder of Luna and the stampede took him down a few notches in cheerfulness. "Well you know. Can't just let a girl get trampled to death. I'd have done the same if it'd been you. And I'll even hold doors for you, when my hands are healed." He flashed her a smile as she made notations on her paper.

Dean didn't like the idea of having to have his hands re-wrapped. They throbbed and ached right now and it was going to feel worse than when the red-eyed demon had first done it for him out in the forest. "Whatever you think is best, Doctor Reid. I put myself in your capable hands. Uh since I don't have any anymore myself."

He couldn't imagine having to do his own job half-assed the way the doctors here seemed to have to do theirs with the lack of equipment and proper medical supplies. This wasn't the first time he'd heard what would have happened had he been in a real hospital. He felt sorry for them. He knew what it was like to want to save everyone but not have the resources to do it with here.

"Sorry, where are my manners?" he quipped when she asked him his name. He gave her his best Sean Connery impersonation and replied, "Winchester. Dean Winchester," and flashed her another smile. There that was better. He was distracted again.

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frickonastick
2009-07-03 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Elliot looked up from her notes to smile at him, a bit of color working it's way into her cheeks at the thought of him holding doors open for her. "Well," she said, her smile brightening. "A real live gentleman."

Elliot stared at Dean for a moment while biting her lower lip. He was being so charming and brave and she couldn't help but wonder if he was as good of a kisser as he looked. She was unconciously clutching her notes to her chest as she gazed at him and then caught herself. She cleared her throat straightening up and looked down at her paper again. She nodded. "Okay then. Let's get started, Dean."

She looked back up at him. "I'm Dr. Reid, but you can call me Elliot. If you want." She smiled at him. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to go get the supplies I'll need."

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hellsboy
2009-07-15 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Dean flashed her a slightly pained grin, forcing his eyes to brighten it beyond the sensation of cracked bones and pulled muscles. "I don't know about gentleman but real and live. At least for now." He winced as the laugh he began rattled his ribs setting them into a throb again.

He watched her bite her lip, his eyes lingering on her mouth probably longer than they should have. He unconsciously licked his own lower lip which was somewhat a force of habit for him and completely in response to the flicker of a thought about what it might be like to kiss her. His eyes fluttered up at her eyes when she cleared her throat and if he were the type of guy who blushed, he would have. Instead he merely looked taken aback for a second before recovering with a smile.

"Good to meet you, Dr. Reid. Elliot." He continued to smile, especially at her rear as she walked away to get the supplies. She had a nice ass. There was no ignoring that. He hoped to goodness that he would not tell her so when she gave him the medication for the pain. Last thing he needed was a drugged request for sex from the doctor treating him especially with Lexie in the same room.

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frickonastick
2009-07-18 06:01 am UTC (link)

Something about the way he said her name sent a tingle down her spine. His gravelly voice made her name sound sexy and dirty in a way that no one else had ever managed to make "Elliot" sound.

Once she had turned her back on him, she squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. She knew it was probably stupid to be developing a crush on someone who just survived an earthquake, especially in this place. Still, Dean had a charming way about him that shone through even despite the fact that he was in pain.

She glanced over her shoulder to look at him and nearly tripped on a piece of rubble. "Frick!" slipped out of her mouth as she straightened up, straightening her shirt. She picked up the supplies she needed, pinching her cheeks to add a little color before she moved back to his bedside.

"Miss me?" She asked, giving him a smile as she started setting her things out. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and started to prepare a needle with some painkillers. She reached out and rolled up his sleeve, noting his muscles. She almost asked him if he worked out, but then realized how terrible that would be. Instead her fingers ran over his arm lightly before she turned it over to find the vein. "So what do you do when you're not saving damsels in distress?" She asked, as she concentrated on administering the shot.

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hellsboy
2009-07-24 04:23 am UTC (link)

Had he known his recitation of her name'd had such an affect on the doctor, he might have said more to her as she walked away. Perhaps tossed a couple flirtatious words about missing her while she was gone. Something like that. It'd take the sting out of his hands and give him something else to focus on. Well and if he was honest he would've enjoyed that exchange too.

As it was, he watched her walk away, seeing the sway of her hips and the swish of her hair against her back as positive distractions from what he was feeling. He'd always been pretty good at mind over matter but he was even better at it when he had the motivation of a pretty girl and the promise of her return shortly to smile at him some more.

Did she just look back at him? He almost winked at her but she was tripping so he averted his gaze. It would just be embarrassing for her to know he'd been looking when she'd done that. He'd seen that plenty of times in his life. It wasn't really something new. A lot of girls found themselves clumsy when he was around. Maybe that wasn't her deal but he was only going to believe it was. Made him feel good to know he still had it, even with broken hands and what not.

"I did!" Had she read his mind? When she got back she asked if he'd missed her and considering he'd thought about teasing her with that it was a little uncanny but he smiled. In fact, he grinned and did wink at her again. It was sort of cheesy but maybe she'd forgive him considering the state of his broken bones.

"You mean, what's my job when I'm not stuck in glass bubbles? Circuit Rider. Usually I have my collar but I landed here naked as the day I was born." Where had that silly southern accent come from? Was he slurring his words? Yeah, see that was why he hated medication except he was starting to feel better so he grinned some more at her. "What do you do when you're not repairing desperados in disrepair?" Desperados? Disrepair? Damn drugs!

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frickonastick
2009-07-29 03:19 am UTC (link)

Pinching her cheeks had turned out to be a useless move, considering the fact that Dean saying he missed her worked to warm her cheeks even more. She flashed him a big smile before testing the needle. He winked at her and she felt her heart melt a little in her chest. "Good," she said, ducking her head as she concentrated on administering the shot.

"Circuit rider?" Elliot repeated doubtfully. "As in the rodeo? And what do you mean you showed up here naked?" The mental image of Dean working up a sweat wearing some kind of cowboy get up and then being replaced with the thought of a naked Dean was a little more than she could take. "I'm glad I didn't," she said, trying to concentrate on the conversation at hand instead of getting lost in a pointless daydream.

She reached out and tilted his chin upwards, watching his eyes. "How you feeling, cowboy? Those drugs kicking in?"

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hellsboy
2009-07-29 03:47 am UTC (link)

Dean felt like his tongue had swelled considerably and now filled the entirety of his mouth. He kept trying to talk though and that was why it all sounded like someone with a mental defect was inhabiting his brain. No, it was like someone had pumped molasses into his ear and now it was leaking slowly from his ear canal into his jaw, slowing everything down until he was all but slurring his words.

"Uhhhh no, not rodeo. Clergy. Worked the Bible like a fiend. Cast out demons in the name of Jesus. On a circuit. Wore the collallar. You know," he re-iterated, trying to make his mouth obey but his eyelids were lowering and he wanted almsot nothing more than to lay down and go to sleep.

So it was almost beyond his control that he kissed her when she touched his chin and made him look up into her eyes. "Cowboy is feeling fiiiiine," he answered and grinned at her.

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frickonastick
2009-07-29 07:15 pm UTC (link)

"Wait, what?" Elliot asked, her eyes widening. Her fantasy of tight jeans, cowboy hats and bull riding was quickly being thrown out in favor of some kind of bible thumping crusade. "You're a priest?" She asked, incredulously as she looked him over. There was no way a priest looked that good, unless God was particularily cruel. Plus he'd been flirting, she was sure of it. Or she'd been throwing herself at him.

She was definitely going to hell now, if she wasn't there already.

he was beginning to slur his words and she moved in to make sure the drug was taking it's effect. The kiss caught her by surprise and for a moment she didn't react, just froze. By the time her wits were about her again he'd pulled back to say he was feeling fine. Elliot bit her bottom lip and then reached out, cupping his face in her hands before giving him another kiss, this one slightly longer than the brief one he'd given her a minute ago. If she was going to Hell, she might as well make it worth her while. She pulled back and then glanced around before straightening up and going into business mode.

"As soon as that knocks you out I'll get started on your hands," she said, taking a deep breath and tugging at her ear. She wondered if all priests kissed like that. Somehow, she doubted it.

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hellsboy
2009-08-02 02:20 am UTC (link)

Oh he'd been flirting. Flirting and fibbing. He'd said that line about being a circuit rider far too many times to have to think too much about it beforehand. He could probably answer any question she might have about it too because he'd tooled that story into a rich and delicate lie chock full of half truth. Which was the key to a good lie, he'd found. Put a bit of truth in it. And something about it being perhaps forbidden to flirt with or kiss a priest did something for the right kind of girl. His kind. Well in the past. Or something like that. He couldn't really remember a lot as his mind slowly wound down in a spiral toward his feet.

"Priest, right," he slurred and tried to nod but his head was heavy and even if he felt light as a feather swimming along. This was some good shit. Wait, he hated drugs, didn't he? Out of control was danger was him kissing her out of the blue.

And she was kissing him back, he thought. She was touching his face and it felt so nice. But he wasn't sure if that was reality or dream because his eyes were closed and he felt himself drifting away on a sea of bliss. Dean was out like a light mid-kiss for the first time in his life.

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	frickonastick 2009-08-03 07:44 am UTC (link)
	She didn't really even have to voice that out loud, considering it was obvious the drug had taken it's intended effect almost immediately. Elliot sighed, watching his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm before she reached for one of his broken hands. If she'd never experienced the Florence Nightingale effect she had now. (Reply to this) (Parent)