http://ladder62.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_clinic2006-07-15 07:29 pm

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!]
fandomtroopers: (blue close up)

[personal profile] fandomtroopers 2006-07-16 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
The troopers made a very dramatic entrance. Those up front pushed open the doors and quickly made room for their two buddies who were carrying Seras between them.

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Seras looking embarrassed as well as injured indicated with her hands that she's like something to write with, please.

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Seras stepped down from the Trooper's makeshift chair and gave them a thankful wave.

She took the white board and wrote:

NEED BURN CREAM
AND BANDAGES
KNEE ALSO HURTS

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Seras pursed her lips.

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.
fandomtroopers: (ever the same clone)

[personal profile] fandomtroopers 2006-07-16 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
The troopers, their one moment of glory gone, turned around and headed back outside. Maybe they could rescue someone else!

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Seras held out her hands which had burns from when she'd tried the hairspray trick on the footman.

They were also bleeding from the broken glass on the floor where she'd fallen.

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[identity profile] dr-snark.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Cox wandered into the clinic and gave Tommy scowl. He wrote out a quick note.

"Laryngitis. Got some lozenges?"

[identity profile] dr-snark.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Cox rolls his eyes as if to say "yeah right."

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Four Jamies rush into the clinic holding up the wounded Jamie.

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.

[identity profile] dr-snark.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Cox rolled his eyes. Figures. It was his night off. He grabbed a pair of gloves and followed the bloody guy.

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
The Jamies carried the wounded Jamie into the exam room and lay him down on the table.

One Jamie in particular appeared to be miming some kind of attack using a knife.

[identity profile] dr-snark.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile Cox was shooing the other members of what appeared to be a boy band out of the room and giving the patient a once over.

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.

[identity profile] dr-snark.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Dr. Cox gave Tommy the look that he really didn't care what he thought.

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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[identity profile] chasingsnitches.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Cedric finally makes it into the clinic with one hand pressed over his chest and one holding his back. The nurse in the clinic, after making him peel off his shirt, cleans his lacerations, stitches them (40 on the chest, 25 on the back) and bandages them before giving him something for the pain, extra bandages and shirt back.

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.