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Post by Toshiko Takara on Nov 18, 2008 22:26:43 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. James Ross on Nov 19, 2008 13:47:51 GMT -5
So far the day seemed normal. Ross was taking a lunch break, simply enjoying having some time to himself. Treating people and helping them was always great, but sometimes it did wear on him. Especially when he just saw three pregnant girls in one day. All before lunch.
His cellphone rang in his pocket; Ross almost groaned, not really wanting to talk to anyone. Yet it was the hospital so he picked up. And when the nurse on the other end told him Dr. House was admitting his sister he was out of his chair, slapping down a random amount of money (probably way too much for his meal), and heading straight back to the Hospital.
Now, James planned on simply storming in, demanding where his sister was, finding her, fixing whatever she had, then get her home. Well, not the most brilliant plan, but he was never good at planning. Not that this one would work anyways. When he arrived to the hospital he saw the nurses rushing to what looked to be an unconscious girl. Ross cursed under his breath; nothing was easy any more, it seemed.
"Instead of hovering like a flock of birds, go get one of those wheelie bed things!" He growled at the nurses; he probably would have been more intimidating if he had better terminology. Still, most of them left to do just as he said. Ross knelt down next to the girl, surprised to see that she was still conscious. Well, now he had to talk to her, though. "Miss, can you hear me?" He asked, though his eyes were scanning her in search of any obvious injuries. The only one he saw was partially hidden under her bandana - er, jacket. Unfortunately while she was on the floor he couldn't examine the wound.
"My name is Dr. Ross, you're in a hospital. You have a nasty head wound; we're going to take you into surgery and stitch you up." Well, he was sure she knew quite a bit of that. Yet that's what was in the training, for all he knew the head wound could have caused her some sort of confusion and Ross certainly didn't want the newest patient to start freaking out. [[ooc;; she is concious, right? <.< he, sorry, i'm a bit rusty with guy charries, so bear with mee ^^;; ]] |
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Post by Toshiko Takara on Nov 19, 2008 14:26:30 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. James Ross on Nov 19, 2008 20:30:29 GMT -5
Well, now she started to move a bit, that was a good sign. His large hands hovered near her, not quite touching her but ready to grab her in case she fell again or tried to get up. Then he heard her speak and Ross leaned in a bit to hear better. "Just stitches," she began, which oddly sounded like a demand. "Then back to work." A small chuckle escaped when she said this. Though he was surprised she said "work" and not "school"; these were school hours and she looked young enough to still be in high school. Yet he was glad she understood, resisting was better than confusion, that meant the head wound wasn't too serious.
A crowd of both patients and nurses had formed, murmurs and whispers running through the crowd. This really only irritated Ross; honestly, what was the urge to stand and stare? It wasn't like a car accident or something. Satisfy your curiosity and leave already. Luckily they were no longer crowding the girl, keeping a good three foot distance from them. Any closer and James might have just ordered some of the nurses to be crowd control.
"Yes, just stitches. But stitches hurt so we're going to have to put you under." James lightly set his hands on her shoulders as she started to get up. "Easy, now, the more you move the more blood you lose. You'll be able to go back to work as soon as tomorrow," he stated, hoping that would be good enough for her. Well, it would probably have to be, he thought.
Finally he saw the nurses bring out the "wheelie bed", rushing over. "Alright, I'm going to lift you up and lay you on this bed her so we can safely take you to the surgery room." Ross explained as they moved the bed next to them. He reached down to support her under her back and knees, partially prepared for resistance. |
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Post by Toshiko Takara on Nov 27, 2008 22:18:16 GMT -5
[/i] She was suddenly flustered and couldn't think of what to say. She knew it would hurt, but surely they could numb her or something? She couldn't miss out on work! Certainly not for a head wound that was caused from her trying to prove something to her boss! He would have her head, or worse yet send her back to Japan. Of course her old boss would take her in, but to think that he would fire her and never know her true potential! What a stupid American fat man! She couldn't stay here! She looked over as nurses hurried over with a bed and finally found her voice. Well, sort of. She kind of 'eep'ed as she staggered back. She then noticed the doctor again ready to lift her into the bed. She suddenly shook her head roughly, making her light-headed once more. She side-stepped away from him, a hard pout on her face like a child who'd made up their mind without question. She would not be wheeled away and not return until tomorrow! She'd go sew her head back herself! And she would put up a fuss until she got either way: let her go home today or hand her some thread and a needle. Oh! And a few mirrors so she could position them to see what she was doing. That would help to a grand extent. "Nope. Never. I return to that stupid American boss today. Today." She huffed and tried to shoo the doctor away from her. "Do it my way or I do it myself." She certainly seemed determined to keep it this way. She looked about ready to grab onto a nearby object or person to keep from being wheeled away, though she herself doubted they would force her into anything. Something could be reasoned out, couldn't it? A simple 'yes we can do it your way' or 'I hope you don't die'. Oh! And she would need to use a phone and call a carpet cleaner. That was right. She had to remember that! But anyway... [[ i am SO sorry! my muse just suddenly left me for broke. D: ]][/size][/ul] |
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Post by Dr. James Ross on Dec 2, 2008 0:01:36 GMT -5
Before he could pick her up the girl staggered back. James let his arms fall back to his sides, arching a brow at her. Obviously she wouldn't make this very easy. Actually, the look on her face reminded him a bit of Nik's when she couldn't be deterred. He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting to see what stubborn comment would come from her.
"Nope. Never. I return to that stupid American boss today. Today. Do it my way or I do it myself." He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at how hard-headed she was. The nurses looked confused, unsure of what to do, so most of them just seemed to be waiting for his response. Yet his laugh did puzzle them a bit more.
Well, what else could he do? Try to scare her into being put under? The girl was walking around with a gash in her head, she probably didn't have much of a problem with pain. Trick her? Well, that was nearly impossible. Sedate her? Too extreme a measure. So, Ross figured they'd just have to do it her way. He wasn't a very stubborn person, anyways. She was standing and talking normally enough, so the head wound may not have been as serious as he thought. Or so he hoped.
"Alright, we'll try to numb you, instead." He said with another slightly amused chuckle. "It'll still hurt though," Ross cautioned. With a nod he motioned the nurses to go back to whatever they were doing before and took a step toward her, arm out.
"C'mon, I'll take you to one of the exam rooms, Ms...." There he paused, waiting for her to fill in the blanks. [[ ooc;; hey, i liked your post. heh, you'll have to put up with noobish Jamie for a bit, i've yet to fit the glove. and sorry for the wait! ]] |
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