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Tweak says, "That's what she said."

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
2009-06-29 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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