FTEC, Wednesday Night

Wednesday, May 17th, 2006 08:08 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Entering the clinic, Nat did a quick change out of her rain jacket and into a lab coat, draping her stethoscope around her neck. She then picked up the charts and made her rounds. That done, she settled in to the front desk with Lappy her laptop and continued working on her writing project. Hopefully she wouldn't be quite as distracted by it...

[Disabling notifications. Ping me on AIM if I'm needed.]
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy came into the clinic for his shift and saw what remained of the chaos from the night before and did not know to thank Lana for doing what she could to help clean up.

"What in the name of caramel crunchy Christ went on here?" Tommy asked, of nobody in particular. "No, wait, don't care."

He went to his desk and hoped nobody was going to bug him today.

[ooc: OCD threads coming up. Amongst other things, this is the post to bring Angel home from FTEC. So if you're in on that, come here. If you want to have visited Angel before he was released, go here to the daytime thread]
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
The clinic was a mess.

The lobby and hallway were full of crumpled coffee cups and the scent of emo. A few bodies remained huddled against the walls and on benches. Christian quietly checked them and found each person just sleeping, so there hadn't been a coffee Jonestown going on last night.

At least the patient in Exam One seemed much better. Christian examined Angel and found him sleeping peacefully, no fever or chills. So maybe whatever they'd done had worked despite wrecking havoc in the clinic. Careful not to disturb the vampire or the young man passed out in the chair next to him, Christian noted Angel's condition on his chart, then returned to the desk in the lobby, hoping people would wake up soon and clean up this mess.
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie arrived at the clinic as close to six as possible, taking great care to keep to the shadows and out of the direct sunlight. There was a busy air about the clinic; the energy and goodwill generated by Janet's 'Chosen One Blood Drive' still lingered, almost palpable. Nat was sure something else was going to happen -- something had to, to save Angel. She could only sit back and wait. In the meantime, she would check up on Angel and settle in with her laptop.

[Posted early due to LJ's incredibly irresponsible timing. To quote Indy (in that really bad Scottish brogue), "How dare they?" Tags will change after some of the carnage has cleared.

Also -- I'll will be at dinner for a bit, so slowplay is the key until after sunset. ;)]
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Exam room 1, one vampire. Exam room 2, evidence of a blood drive. Christian snagged some leftover cookies and juice and settled in his chair, flipping through a report on new innovations in breast implants.
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy was up.

Well, 'up' was a very broad definition involving a great deal of coffee, J,GOB donuts, and Tommy being even grumpier than usual, but he was awake and that's what counted.

FTEC, Tuesday Evening

Tuesday, March 7th, 2006 06:31 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie paced before the front desk, Angel's chart beating a steady rhythm against her thigh as she walked, tapping it absently. She filed anxiously at her thumbnail with her teeth and sighed frequently. As horrible as it was to think, things had been easier while Angel was unconscious. She could attend him, research a cure, and not worry about a confrontation. With him conscious, things were a bit different. And she couldn't not attend to a patient. It just wasn't done, especially one in as grave bad shape as he was.

Turning, she returned to the front desk and put the folder back into the rack. It would wait. It shouldn't, but it would have to. Until she knew better what to do.

[Contents of Angel-Natalie conversation NFB.]
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Trevor made his way into the clinic, stopping in the doorway for a moment as he tried to figure out where the pleasing scent was coming from. When he couldn't place it right away, he shook his head and came inside, getting himself set up for the evening.

FTEC, 3/5

Sunday, March 5th, 2006 07:12 am
[identity profile] janet-fraiser.livejournal.com
Janet's up and at the clinic early in the morning. She's not particularly awake yet. She wouldn't even mind if you bugged her about non-clinic business, but first she's going to check up on the paperwork and see who's around.



OOC: I have a kidlet on hand, so will be on and offline depending on if he's willing to play in the room with the computer. And now, off I go to update myself on the plottiness that's abounding...
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy came into the clinic for his evening shift. He checked what passed for the charting system and the various beds.

Exam One had a guest. Possibly two if Callisto was still with Angel

"Huh. Ricky Martin's back," he said. He noted the whole fever/injury/blah blah blah that Dr. Lambert and Troy had made note of. Not like Tommy knew from vampires so he assumed whatever the two of them had done was okay.

He also noted that, surprise surprise, the guy needed to drink blood. There was a comment about pig's blood running out in the fridge but Tommy ignored it. There was plenty of human blood around that was ready to go to waste from age. When the time came Tommy figured he could use that.

In the meanwhile he lit a cigarette and settled down to read the paper at his desk.

One of these days he really needed to get the TV fixed.

[ooc: Tommy's on slowplay until around 9pm Eastern. But Angel's coma-boy so anybody who wants to can come visit.]
[ooc: OCD threads a-coming up.]

Notes on Angel that visitors should read. )
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian was surprised to actually find a patient in the clinic when he arrived that morning. He was even more surprised when he read the charts.

Vampire? Well, why not?

He checked on the patient in Exam One. Hard to take his vitals when he had no pulse or heartbeat. Angel was unconscious and still running a high fever. Christian inspected the wound in his left shoulder and found it oozing blood and pus from a nasty infection. He cleaned the wound and changed the bandage.

Dr. Lambert's charts indicated a toxic but unknown compound in Angel's blood. The only course of treatment at this point was to feed him fresh blood. There was a dwindling supply of pig's blood in the refrigerator with a note that more would be delivered sometime this morning. Angel moaned and thrashed as Christian forced some of the blood down his throat.

Then there was the blonde passed out in the chair beside the bed. Hot, Christian noted. Very hot. Too bad she was apparently Angel's girlfriend. Maybe she'd need someone to turn to for comfort.

FTEC, Friday Night

Friday, March 3rd, 2006 06:00 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Nat arrived a few minutes early for her shift, making sure to review the charts from earlier in the day. The chances of an earlier patient returning might be slim, but she suspected it was a good idea anyway. That done, she settled in to her desk and booted up the laptop. There were tons of e-mail messages from various sources -- her former co-worker, Grace among them. She would save Grace's for last. With a sigh, she began slogging through the business-related mail first.

[Posted early, as mun will be AFK for a few hours.]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
The passage of air was LOUD today and Wilson moved very, very carefully in an attempt to keep the air as still as possible. He was late opening the Clinic not because he was late getting *to* the Clinic but because he was moving very slowly…in the hope of keeping the air really quiet.

Getting the doors open, he started a pot of coffee and sucked back the third 20oz bottle of water he’d been drinking since about oh…not too many hours ago. Putting a happy face on, he managed to do rounds without passing out, which was a blessing, checking in on Rory, Logan and Jack before crawling back up to the front desk.

Sitting down, very carefully –DAMN AIR WILL YOU SHUT UP!- Wilson leaned forward till he could cradle his head on his forearms. Seven…liquors….what the hell had he been thinking last night?

That it felt good to laugh a little and not hurt…andohGodI’mnottwentyanymore

Dragging his water bottle down into his lap to snuggle it close, Wilson reached for the half a piece of bagel he’d been trying to choke down for over an hour now. He was about half-way through it. By noon he might be finished with it.

If I live that long…Crowley is going to kill me.

Taking a slow breath, Wilson sat up and reached for a chart. He was being in his charting and really needed to catch up, if the little black squiggly lines would just stay still long enough for him to read them.

Doctor on Duty.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson and House had been up the whole night, between hourly checks on Rory, Marty and Logan they had -laughably- tried to relieve each other for a few hours of sleep but each had been too keyed up to take advantage and after the first try had given up.

The oncologist had quietly worked on paperwork in between rounds, while House had played with his gameboy. For the moment, neither had brought up the subject of what had just happened with the other, it was just all too confusing and in the end, not important to delivering medical attention. In some ways, it was better that they didn't have the details, that would just confuse the focus.

As morning dawned, Wilson had taken advantage of a quick break to grab a shower and clean the blood off his skin and out of his hair. He'd come back and tagged House out, firmly suggesting that the older doctor needed to put some intense heat therapy on that bad leg of his...and also demanding -in a loving manner- that House make coffee.

When House headed off towards the little apartment, Wilson began to run rounds once more.


[ooc: For the sake of my sanity, please put all 'Morning after' comments into this post. I'll have threads up for all the sickies as soon as LJ lets me. Thank you! :)]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson yawned as he wandered along the corridor from the apartment towards the clinic proper. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and a couple of medical journals in the other.

He poked his nose into House's office, retrieving some files from the corner and carrying them along with his journals towards the front counter.

Investigating the area for any lingering notes, shrugging when he found none the oncologist went to check that the front door was open and the lights in the waiting room were turned on. Heading back to the desk he flopped down into the chair and settled in to read and do paperwork.

Doctor on duty. Pester if you so desire.

Sword wounds

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005 09:10 pm
[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com
Beka drags a wounded Callisto into the clinic. "Dr. HOUSE! She's bleeding. Everywhere.'

"Please hurry. I need to go back and get Alanna."

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