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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-26 02:01:00

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!complete, day 12, elliot reid, location: gym, sid jenkins

Who: Elliot Reid and Sid Jenkins
What: Making rounds
When: Day 12: Afternoon
Where: Gym
Rating: TBA
Status: Completed

Elliot was running out of things to do. She'd thought on her first day that it would be impossible. Even her second day had seemed not to let up until she was bone weary and ready to sleep. The third day however seemed to be crawling by. Most of the patients were in stable condition and those that weren't were being checked on at regular intervals. They'd done all they could with the supplies they'd had and now all they could do was hope for swelling to go down and pray that infections didn't take hold. Which seemed to be a long shot considering how filthy everything and everyone was.

She would've given anything for a bath. She'd found a somewhat clean shirt in the clothes that Logan had brought over form the thrift shop to use as makeshift bandages and blankets. She'd swapped out her blood stained shirt for this one, thinking that most people wouldn't want to be treated by a doctor who looked like she just came from a butcher shop. The top was bright yellow and made her complexion look sallow, which is why she'd slipped her denim jacket over it to try to detract from the blinding brightness of it. All it really made her look like was that she was trying to smuggle the sun out underneath her jacket. She was pretty sure her face was filthy as well as her hair and as much as she'd washed her hands over the last couple of days, she really wanted more than anything, some scalding water and soap.

She was making the rounds, checking the side of the gym that House had been mainly responsible for. She wasn't sure where the other Doctor had gotten off to, though she was fairly certain that he probably hadn't gotten far. She didn't know why that was a relief to her, just that it was.

A cot opened up and she sunk down on it, glancing at her neighbor as she slipped off her heels and massaged her feet. "These shoes are killing me," she said, attempting and half afraid to strike up a conversation. "If I'd known I was going to get kidnapped and thrown into this hellhole I would've worn my sneakers. I don't care what they say about wearing white after Labor Day. Does this place even have Labor Day?" She sighed. "But no, I had to wear my sexy heels so I could do a victory walk back into Sacred Heart." She looked up at her neighbor. He was barely more than just a kid. She couldn't remember his name, but knew his injuries included a broken ankle and concussion. He looked confused. "That's the hospital I work in. You know, normally."

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emo_underdog
2009-06-26 01:47 pm UTC (link)

Sid's days were dragging. As soon as he could bloody walk again, he was going to find Anders and build a new sodding Pyramid court, because this was ridiculous. He needed something to do. Someone to talk to would be nice, but mainly, he was just sick of lying uselessly on a cot. The more he laid there, the more he thought about Cass or the whispers he kept hearing about people who'd died. The more he wondered if Cass had shown up and was one of the unfortunates. The more he wished he didn't have time to think about it.

The hot blond doctor - he couldn't remember her name and he sort of didn't care, really, because there were other things to think about - sat down on a cot beside him and Sid was pulled from his lost thoughts. Slowly, he turned his head to look at her, eyebrows raised, as she spoke, sounding as though perhaps she was talking more to herself than to him. When she explained, Sid blinked. "Oh. ...right." He'd prefer his confusion in reference to her babbling than his annoying with the other doctor's grouchiness.

He sighed and looked away from her again, furrowing his brow. "How's your side? Looks better now that you've changed," he admitted absently. "...could I get some pain pills or somthing? This ankle is killing me, yeah?" Once again, he turned his head and looked over at her.

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frickonastick
2009-06-27 11:14 pm UTC (link)

Elliot couldn't help but think he looked so young, sitting here on his own. He looked as lost as she felt. Which meant that his distracted look was close to breaking her heart.

He looked away when he asked about her side, but she didn't mind. She was surprised he'd noticed at all. She glanced down at the bright yellow of her shirt. She opened her mouth to thank him and ask him if it made her skin look yellow, but he turned back to her and asked for something for the pain.

She sighed and gave him a tired smile that faded quickly. "Sure," she said, slipping her shoes back on her feet and moving towards him. "Let me take another look at it."

She reached for the wrapping around it. "Is it still throbbing?"

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emo_underdog
2009-06-29 04:13 am UTC (link)

If he wasn't in so much pain, Sid might actually have had the wherewithall to feel guilty at the sigh and quickly fading tired smile that Elliot gave in return to his having asked for meds. He had a sudden thought that Chris would be telling him to take the whole thing from her and have a good time while he was at it, that was, if he had the bollocks to do it. The thought brought a sad smile to his face.

Sid winced slightly when she started toward the wrap. It was a reflexive move and she hadn't hurt him, but he was sort of anticipating the shock of the wave of pain he knew he'd get as soon as she touched it. "Yeah...it's fucking...yeah," he replied awkwardly. "It feels like it's sodding four times the actual size and the wrapping is only making it angry or something. Some fucking bollocks, I dunno. It just...bloody hurts," he added, frowning as he craned his neck to look down at it.

The woman hadn't responded to his question about her side, which Sid took to mean was good news. Obviously, she wasn't in the same sort of pain he was, so lucky her, he thought a little bitterly. If she was in better shape, even if it was frustrating to her that it looked as though she was trying to take a break that he was asking for her to get back to work, he thought she ought to. It was the least she could do. If she wasn't hurting; he shouldn't have to, either, he thought. Too right, that was; she needed to get up again off her arse and fetch him some bloody pills was what she needed to do. No more of this looking at it bollocks. But, being Sid, he kept his mouth shut and waited for her to look over his injury. He was pretty certain she'd be satisfied enough with the bad shape of it that she'd bring him something to ease his suffering, so...he waited.

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frickonastick
2009-07-01 02:23 pm UTC (link)

Elliot's hand hesitated when Sid winced and her eyes snapped up to his face to gauge his reaction. She knew that look well enough, the one that people got just at the sight of a needle, before she'd even come close to sticking it in him. She nodded, her brow furrowing slightly when he described how it felt. "The wrapping has to be tight in order to keep down the swelling," she said, her fingers moving again to unwrap it. "If we had ice we'd keep a compress on it to help with that, but as it is..." She trailed off, not needing or wanting to finish that sentence. Everyone knew how bad off they were. Saying it out loud didn't make things any better, only worse.

"What's your name?" Elliot asked, as she slid the bandage off and regarded the purple ankle. If it wasn't four times it's regular size it was at least three. Without the ability to xray it or form a decent plaster cast she wasn't sure the kid would walk again without a tell-tale limp. She swallowed, concentrating on keeping her face neutral as she started wrapping it again.

"I'll give you some aspirin for the swelling," she said, glancing up at his face. "And something a little stronger for the pain." She nodded towards his head. "How's the head? Are you having any headaches? Nausea? Double-vision?"

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emo_underdog
2009-07-05 07:20 pm UTC (link)

Frowning and setting his jaw against the pain - which somehow seemed to increase exponentially as Dr. Reid unwrapped the ankle - Sid nodded. "S'all right," he gritted out, brow knit deeply, when she explained that she'd prefer to keep a cold compress on it. The ankle was throbbing and hot. It felt as though it was on fire, at that point, and pounding out a painful rhythm of its own as she slid the bandage off entirely. Sid balled up his fists and closed his eyes. Yeah...he'd prefer a cold compress, as bloody well.

"'m Sid. What's your name?" he asked, trying to play along with what seemed to be the blonde woman's effort to distract him from his discomfort. ...although, discomfort was a gross understatement of the situation at hand, without a doubt.

As she went back to rewrapping the ankle, Sid's eyes opened again and he reached up with one hand to wipe away the moisture there, tears having prickled and spung to his eyes without falling, mostly as a reflex in response to the pain. He wasn't crying...it was just his body's reaction and he couldn't control it. "Bollocks..." he sighed and then looked back over at her as she offered aspirin for the swelling and something else - stronger, she said - for the pain. Thank Christ! "Headaches, yeah, but I think it's less to do with anything other than my glasses are broken. You look like a blonde blob, that is," he said with a small, sheepish smile. "I can't see your face, really; you're too close. I think it's headaches because I can't see and everything's a bloody blur. ...double vision for probably the same reason, but it's not like it was before. Yesterday and the day before, I mean." He paused. "As for nausea, I was doing all right until you unwrapped that sodding ankle and now 'm feeling a bit sick, yeah," he admitted almost apologetically.

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frickonastick
2009-07-07 03:02 pm UTC (link)

"Dr. Reid," Elliot replied automatically when Sid asked her what his name was. She glanced up at him and saw his eyes closed and then added guiltily, "Elliot."

She could see him wipe at his eyes out of the corner of her eye and she shut hers briefly. She really hoped he didn't start crying. She wouldn't know how to deal with that.

"How long have you worn glasses?" Elliot asked as she kept wrapping, wanting the whole process to be over with. She smiled when he called her a blonde blob. "It probably is the glasses," she said, nodding as she finished up rewrapping the ankle. "Are you squinting a lot?"

"Sorry. Done," she said, regarding the job with a satisfied look before reaching in her coat pocket and extracting a bottle of aspirin. She poured two in her hand and held them out to Sid. "Do you need some water?" She asked, looking for a water bottle near him. "I'll be back with something for the pain."

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emo_underdog
2009-07-09 05:16 am UTC (link)

At her reply, Sid nearly opened his mouth to ask, "other than that?" but she added after a short pause that her name was Elliot. It was nearly reflex for him to point out to her that Elliot was a bloke's name, but he managed to bite it back because the last thing he wanted to do was offend the doctor when she was helping him. ...or trying to help him, he mentally amended. "Oh, right," he replied, for lack of anything else to say.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sid tried to think of the answer to her question. "Erm...'s long as I can remember, actually," he replied. "I dunno if I'm squinting a lot, though; it'd be reflexive, though, yeah?" he asked, opening his eyes and looking back at her, raising his eyebrows. "I used to get headaches like this whenever I'd lose my glasses, so...that's my guess, in any case," he added unnecessarily. He was sure that as a doctor, even if she wasn't an optometrist - or maybe she was, for all he knew - she'd know what he meant.

Sid offered Elliot a weak, forced smile that probably looked a bit more like a grimace than he was going for. He appreciated her efforts, but he did not appreciate, nor could he ignore, the pain that came with them. He took the two aspirins and shook his head. "S'alright," he replied, popping the pills and dry swallowing them. If there was one thing he'd learned spending as much time with Chris and Tony as he did it was how to dry swallow a pill or five. "Thanks," he added and nodded just slightly when she said she'd be back with something for the pain.

Relaxing back against the cot as best he could, Sid closed his eyes again. Knocking him out, he thought, would be preferable, but he wasn't going to say as much. Whatever she could give him would be better than he felt at that current moment in time, so he wasn't going to complain or look a gift horse in the mouth. As soon as he took whatever it was, though, he was going to feign sleep until he fell asleep; he wasn't exactly in the mood to chat at the moment. Hopefully, she'd understand and respect his wishes.

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frickonastick
2009-07-12 02:02 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," she said, looking up at him. "You're probably right." There was a long moment of silence as she ducked her head and finished up. She wasn't sure what else to say. Sid was either in too much pain to be talkative or he just wasn't the talkative type.

She watched him dry swallow the pills, her eyebrow shooting up. "Done that before?" She asked, her head turning to the side slightly. She cleared her throat and shook her head slightly a moment later. "You're welcome," she said, her lips tightening into a small smile. She nodded and after a moment of hesitation reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll be right back."

She made her way through the cots and back to her side of the gym, reaching into the dwindling supply of anesthetics and preparing a needle. By the time she got back to Sid his eyes were closed, but she knew he was nowhere near asleep. Not yet, anyway.

"Back," she said softly, reaching down for his arm and turning it up. She administered the shot quickly, dropping his arm and sliding the needle into her coat pocket. "There," she said. "Give that a minute or two and it should help." He glanced behind her. "If you need anything else..." She said with a small shrug. "Just call for me."

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emo_underdog
2009-07-13 07:22 pm UTC (link)

Elliot's eyebrows raised at him and he gave her a weak smile "You could say that," he replied nonchalantly. He could tell by the way she looked away a bit and by the tightness of her smile that she knew he'd done it before and why. Clearly, she disapproved. Obviously Elliot hadn't ever had the pleasure of trying. He wondered, if she hadn't ever done pills, whether she'd ever tried spliff when she was his age and if not...what the bloody hell did she do for fun? He nodded weakly at her as she excused herself.

His mind wandered again to Cass. He wondered if she had sent him the postcard as a hint and whether she was waiting for him to show up. Sid wondered, too, if he would ever be able to. Was Cass thinking about him? Did she even care? Or had the postcard been nothing more than her letting him know that she was alive and well somewhere and the lack of return address her way of saying for him to forget about her?

The train of thought was interrupted and then lost entirely when he heard Elliot's voice again. Slowly, he opened his eyes after she administered the injection. "Right...thank you," he said sincerely, his eyes moving to glance behind her. There were other people she could be helping right now and he was taking up her time. He figured if he passed out now, he could be killing two birds with one stone. No need to keep up conversation with a complete stranger and no need for her to waste time with him when others might need her. The way Sid saw it, it was a win-win situation. "Will do, thanks," he replied again and then closed his eyes. Not terribly long thereafter, Sid had fallen asleep.

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