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fandom_clinic2006-07-15 07:29 pm
Entry tags:
FTEC, Saturday Night
Tommy? So not in a good mood.
Okay not that he ever was, but an inability to take care of his temper via 1) Drinking or 2) Loud swearing was not helping matters.
He nodded with approval when he saw the sign that Alanna put up. After thinking about it, he added:
And when I find out who did this I am taking their balls and FEEDING THEM TO THE TRASH COMPACTOR
He started smoking and keeping an eye out for trouble.
[ooc: As always, for patients coming to FTEC 6pm or later Fandom time.]
[ooc: As of 1am Eastern the FTEC players are in bed. Anybody coming in before the Sunday day shift shall have to mod the nurse for their care. Night!]
Okay not that he ever was, but an inability to take care of his temper via 1) Drinking or 2) Loud swearing was not helping matters.
He nodded with approval when he saw the sign that Alanna put up. After thinking about it, he added:
And when I find out who did this I am taking their balls and FEEDING THEM TO THE TRASH COMPACTOR
He started smoking and keeping an eye out for trouble.
[ooc: As always, for patients coming to FTEC 6pm or later Fandom time.]
[ooc: As of 1am Eastern the FTEC players are in bed. Anybody coming in before the Sunday day shift shall have to mod the nurse for their care. Night!]

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She took the white board and wrote:
NEED BURN CREAM
AND BANDAGES
KNEE ALSO HURTS
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The Troopers might still be around and she didn't want to hurt their feelings by having them think she's just let them carry her. Also, as the adrenaline in her system began to dissipate, the pain in her knee became more noticeable.
She nodded and accepted Tommy's offer of help.
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He pointed to the word BURN on the whiteboard, then gave a questioning look to indicate where?
And yes, he was hellaciously annoyed that he couldn't talk during all this.
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They were also bleeding from the broken glass on the floor where she'd fallen.
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He got to work cleaning the wounds of broken glass and other debris.
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"Laryngitis. Got some lozenges?"
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It's everybody. Fucking town.
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Then the Jamies came in (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/169010.html?thread=5500466#t5500466).
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One of them starts beating the hell out of the little bell thing that sits on the front desk and pointing at the bleeding Jamie.
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He quickly snapped on gloves and made a sharp motion to indicate that the Jamies could take the wounded one to Exam 2.
He'd worry about WTF, quintuplets, WTF later.
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One Jamie in particular appeared to be miming some kind of attack using a knife.
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He might've wondered why the kid talking with Tommy was making a really weird grin and acting like he had a straight jacket on, but the bleeding kind of took greater importance. This guy was messed up.
Cox flicked Tommy's earlobe to get his attention and pointed him at the tray of surgical instruments.
"Be my bitch," he mouthed.
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It had been a while since he did an ER rotation, but the kid didn't look too different from one of Newbie's patients on a bad day.
He looked over at the twin and wrote a quick note saying "Same blood type?" and pointed at his buddy.
The twin nodded.
Cox nodded and wrote a quick note to Tommy. "Can you set up a blood transfusion between tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum?"
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Cedric smiles because no voice and walks gingerly out of the clinic. The dorms are quiet, of course, when he gets back and he contemplates trying to find Jack but he's sore and it hurts and his bed is soft.
So, he takes the painkillers and falls into his bed, asleep.