Ann Perkins (powerfulmuskox) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-09-19 23:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ann perkins, character: logan howlett, character: melinda may |
WHO: Hospital 'staff' & OTA
WHAT: The thirteen are gone, people are hurt. It's hospital time!
WHEN: Continuing from Post-plot through to patient recovery.
WHERE: Grimoire City Medical Center & ER
RATING: TBD - but people aren't so happy here? Might be foul language, injuries, distress.
STATUS: On-going/OTA
OOC: It's a hospital-based free for all! Visitors, patients and hospital volunteers put up threads, tag one another; feel free to set them anywhere in the hospital, time is pretty flexible too - whatever you like! This isn't Ann specific, but you're welcome to tag her anywhere on the floor if you wish!
It was likely there wasn't a single person amongst the entire kidnapped population of Grim' who wasn't exhausted in some way, shape or form; from worry, from hard work, from injury – or so Ann supposed. The waiting, wondering when and if anyone would get out alive had been hard enough and Ann could only imagine how it must have been for those at the site. They could do little but wait and from the talk, they were watching unable to help. Word of what happened was filtering through those visiting and from the injured; if it hadn't been horrific enough that those trapped inside where met by violent, murderous ghosts, there was talk that one poor girl had died whilst they'd been trapped, but Ann would wait until actual confirmation.
For now it was just the one floor in use, thankfully the residents here were few enough there weren't several wards or floors filled with injuries. Though the somewhat dingy, creepy hospital had never been livelier, it wasn't a good feeling, it wasn't a happy liveliness, everyone was simply doing what they had to. Added to the fact Ann wasn't entirely sure how long the ghostly residents would respect the injured for their entire stay, or how soon the ghosts might get agitated and start their usual spooky disruptions. At least these ghosts had never done anyone too much harm, or killed anyone. Throwing about cleaning supplies, for now seemed their very worst.
Ann had more than eight patients on her rounds in one go in Pawnee, frequently so her patient loading wasn't so different from say- the height of flu season, or a Halloween evening, or New Years; events where people generally injured themselves after drinking way too much alcohol. What's more she felt even more compelled to do her best, the people here had deserved nothing of what had happened to them.
However, as overwhelming as it appeared for all concerned, Ann felt supported she almost just knew they'd handle it; she'd have been lost if it weren't for Emma's healing, or added abilities of the wizard, Rabastan, anyone who had offered help and volunteered for something as simple as making a bed without them all of them Ann doubted any of the patients here would be as stable, comfortable or as likely to recover as they appeared.
Even so, Ann was restless despite her weariness, and she leant on corner of the bench at the nearest nurses station to the active ward, keeping a nervous eye on the device in her hand in case there was anything new.