InsaneJournal

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."