Who: Jennae and Jason Where: University Medical ER When: Saturday Evening - July 10
What a fucking night. Seriously. If you had told Jason Abrams only two weeks ago that not only would he be a watcher, but that his Slayer was a slightly aggressive girl from Russia, and that while ATTEMPTING to train her, she'd severely injure his arm? He'd have laughed. Yet... here he was, sitting in the ER, cradling what he HOPED was only a severely sprained forearm, feeling like just about the wimpiest man alive. Yeah. An ex-marine. Felt wimpy. Yay slayers, huh?
Jennae was in the ER working another 11 plus hour shift. She had just finished tending a young boy who had suffered a partial tear of the ligament in his ankle after taking a spill off his skateboard. The emergency room doctor was thankful the casualties being brought in had seemed to hit a lull for the moment, and it was her hope, foolish as that might be, that it would last til the end of her shift, which would end in another hour.
"Mister Abrams?" She called out stepping into the lobby of the ER glancing over the man's paperwork held on a clipboard.
"Yeah... that's me..." He said sheepishly, raising his good arm. "What's the news, Doc?" He smirked at the rather... attractive doctor and laughed. "I would have said what's up, Doc... but that's kind of predictable and trite, even for me."
"Well, seeing as you don't appear to have floppy ears, and aren't chewing on a carrot stick, I'd said you made a wise call." Jennae smiled lightly, which was an indication that she really hadn't taken any offense at the man's comment. She had just heard that line one too many times over the years she had worked at University Medical that it was a bit old for her.
And then she got to the point of having sought the man out. "You appear to have a hairline fracture of the ulna, Mister Abrams. Which means you're going to be wearing a cast for a short while." The doctor informed the Watcher. "You don't mind me asking just how it was you sustained your injury?"
"Heh. Now that's... " he almost said 'a long-ass story' but changed it up. "really embarrassing. A friend's daughter has been taking... martial arts lessons. And tried to show me a few moves, and.... you can guess the rest."
"Got a bit overzealous in her demonstration." Jennae commented back casually as she jotted something down on his chart. "Now let's go get you fitted with that cast I mentioned." Jennae smiled softly to the man before turning to lead the man to one of the exam rooms.
"Yeah. Like I said. Embarrassing. I go from being a US Marine to getting accidentally hurt by an overexcited teenager. She was mortified, poor thing..." He almost laughed, remembering the look on the poor kid's face when her roundhouse kick went astray and they heard the crack...
"Ex-marine? How long did you serve?" Jennae asked in an effort to keep the general conversation going as she motioned for Jason to take a seat on the exam table. Things always seemed to go more smoothly when a little bit of conversation was involved.
"Almost ten years. A few injuries spelled the end of the kind of service I wanted. Didn't wanna end up a pencil-pusher behind some desk, so..." he let the rest go, shrugging as he sat himself on the table, waiting to get the cast set.
"What do you do now, Mister Abrams?" Jennae located the air-cast she needed and approached the table and the patient sitting on it. "There's gonna be a little bit of discomfort." The doctor chatted on as she started to fit the man's arm with the cast. "I can write you a prescription of pain medicine to help with any pain you might still be feeling."
"Thanks.. I think I could use it..." He winced then, as the cast was fitted onto his arm. "I just took a job as a... private tutor of sorts. It's a bit of an odd job, but it pays quite well."
"I hope that private tutoring doesn't involve schooling young girls in the martial arts, unless you have some kind of pain fetish and enjoy frequent trips to the ER." Jennae commented as she got the man's arm fitted into the cast. The brunette then stepped away from her patient to write out a prescription for the man.
"No... Doesn't usually involve that..." He muttered to himself as the woman turned away, wondering how the hell he got himself drawn back into this life.
"That's good to hear, Mister Abrams." With a slip of paper in hand Jennae stepped back over to the table. "Would hate to see a seemingly sensible man back in this ER frequently with similar ailments. You should check with your normal physician in a couple of weeks to see how things are progressing." Jennae told him as she offered the man the prescription for pain meds she had written for him.
"I'll do that, Doc. Thanks for your help." He held the arm up, noticing that the cast was actually already helping him move with less pain. "I'll be more careful from now on."
"I hope you will, Mister Abrams." Jennae moved then to draw back the curtain and walk back to the waiting area with the man to check if there was any other injuries waiting to be tended to.