Not. Good. (Sunday night late)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

When Krycek put Parker down on one of the exam tables, all Parker could do was curl into a ball and try to not pass out.

Pain and vomiting trumped pissed-off every day, sadly.

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Well, if a call hadn't been made then the racket would surely bring a mussed looking Wilson speed walking down the hall towards the exam room.

"What's going on?" His voice was stern, the question obviously a request for a status on the patient rather then confusion.

If he happened to be wearing one of House's T-shirts and what looked like House's jeans -due to the way they hung over his feet- well...he had just fallen out of bed.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker rocked in a little ball, and whimpered.

"Hey Doc," she coughed. "Raindrop's... bleeding." Then leaned over and gagged up blood and bile over the edge of the exam table.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson neatly sidestepped the splattering blood and bile, it was a trick learned from years of sidestepping splattering body fluids.

He reached for a blood preassure cuff and a stethescope with quick, sure movements, while gently coaxing Parker over onto her side.

"Here, lay on your side, Parker. Let's try not to choke on our own blood."

Once he had her on her side, he ran the vitals, tsking softly at the numbers.

"Let me guess...didn't cut down on the stress did you?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Dr. Wilson!" Rory exclaims. "Parker's ulcer - she's sick - help."

Still having trouble with that 'sentence' thing.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

In amongst the emergency chaos, he still managed to give Rory a quick, reassuring smile.

"She'll be fine, Rory...step back please?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet walked very, very quickly toward the clinic, Charlie following close behind her. "Parker?" she asked as she stepped inside.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie looked like he'd just tumbled out of bed which, in reality, he had. He didn't even have time to pull socks on, just sweat shorts, a t-shirt and his running shoes. His hair was all over the place. He had his cell phone clutched in his hand. "What happened?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Her ulcer," Rory explains, wringing her hands. "She got mad - ulcer - threw up - blood..."

She's having a hard time stringing a sentence together.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Parker panted. "Guess you get... library duty without me today." She closed her eyes, and winced as Rory sent Janet a panicky look. "Kinda want to just die here already."

She tried to focus on Kawalsky, and couldn't quite. "Stupid Logan should go get *smacked*," she told him.


_{[[Rory NPC'd with permission]}

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"He did this to you?" Kawalsky was going to kill him. If Logan had done this to Parker he was going to tear him limb from limb. "Logan hurt you?"

[janet_fraiser]

"The library we'll survive without you," said Janet gently, reaching out for Parker's hand. "They've got the equipment here. They'll take care of this." She winced. "What'd Logan do?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

At the doctor's orders, Kawalsky stepped out into the hall just outside the clinic. He wasn't going back to bed. He wasn't going anywhere for a while, until he was sure Parker was okay. He dialled Professor Maclay's number and spoke to her for a moment, then hung up his cell phone. He then turned and looked over at the short woman nearby. "Hey Doogie," he said to Janet. "We should talk. It involves me apologizing."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet had stepped outside quickly to make sure everyone was okay. "Later?" she asked, glancing back inside. "We're-- We'll be fine. I just want to make sure Parker's okay first."


OOC: Janet's inside assisting because she's just incapable of playing dumb when there's a medical incident going on right in front of her.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Rory's calmed down some (and my prof is hungover, so I'm back) and is about to tell Kawalsky what actually happened. Do you want Janet to just get it from him, or be called out into the hallway as well?]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory glanced up from where she had had her head in her hands. "Is she going to be okay?" she asked. She had calmed down a little, but was still pale(r) and drawn-looking.



[ooc: Class cancelled due to prof being hungover. God, I love my school.]

[janet_fraiser]

Janet ignored his curiosity in a way that only someone who'd spent seven years in the company of SG-1 could do. "Likewise," she said, focusing on keeping Parker steady and making sure she was as relaxed as possible under the circumstances.

Her mouth tightened slightly as she heard Wilson announce the size of the sore. There would be a time to lecture Parker later, though it sounded like she wasn't going to be the only one who would be doing the lecturing.



OOC: Do you need Janet to do anything else next?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker clutched Janet's hand, and kept her eyes closed. That didn't sound so bad, really, to hurt so much.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Janet was almost as bad as Jack.

But now was not the time. Now was the time for more endoscopy work. The whole procedure took him about half an hour and the exam room was fairly quiet while the work proceeded along, after all...it was a little rude to ask a patient to speak with a scope down their throat, plus the Happy Juice might be making Parker dozy at this point.

Occasionally he asked Janet for assistance with something but mostly let her focus on keeping Parker calm and still while he cauterized the sore, reviewed...cauterized...and so forth, cleaning up the area and getting rid of the remaining blood in Parker's gut before he eventually drew the scope out.

"All right, all done then."

The equipment went into the sink, to be cleaned up and resterelized later and it was time to move on with the treatment, which was going to include an IV to restore fluids and it was also going to be Parker's main source of nutrition for awhile as well.

"Parker...you need to stay here in the Clinic for at least the next four days. You're going to be on an IV diet for at least the next twenty four hours."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker groaned at this, then nodded her head unwillingly. "'kay. Need stuff from my room, though... Need to tell teachers... and Dr. Pierson... and Broots... and oh, gotta call Michael, Janet, tell him...." She yawned, then winced. "Ow. Sore."

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

Michael shows up at the clinic to visit Parker. He looks quite concerned. "Parker, what happened? I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, but I didn't know you were here till I ran into Janet at my languages class. Is there anything I can do for you?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker looks up, relieved and pleased to see him. "I lost my temper, and then my lunch. It's okay, I was sleeping most of the day anyway." She motions to the chair next to her bed. "Just talk to me? I'm afraid I'm going to start watching soap operas with Dr. House, I'm that bored."

[m-samuelle.livejournal.com]

"Of course." He sat down and took her hand in his, raising it to his lips to kiss it gently. "I'm sorry," he pointed to the floweres in the room. "I should have thought to bring some, but honestly, when I heard you were here all I thought about was coming to see you."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki drops by, hopefully in between instances of projectile vomiting.

"Hey Parker," she says sympathetically. "I hope you're feeling better soon. To help cheer you up, John Sheppard sent you this (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000BB568E/102-7061617-8474535?v=glance&s=videogames)."

There's also a note that reads:

It's like Sims... just with dogs. Get well soon.

Shep

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is, thankfully, not getting sick now, but she's glad Kiki's visiting. She almost watched Passions with House.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." Parker opens the package, and laughs. "Oh, this is too damn perfect. Thanks for dropping it off."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome," Kiki smiles, "No trouble at all. Just glad to hear you're on the mend. Do you mind if I ask...it wasn't the cafeteria food, was it?" She sounds suddenly fearful.