FTEC, Wednesday Night

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The coming winter made Natalie feel, well, alive. She could feel the cold, and could sense the approaching darkness; she was enjoying every moment of the evenings as night grew longer. It meant she had greater freedom to move around. It also meant that Halloween was close around the corner. She wondered what, if anything, this town did to celebrate the oncoming holiday.

Entering the clinic, she went through her usual set up, checking the charts for updates on Zuko. She would make time to peek in on him shortly.

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Front Desk

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

Natalie had her laptop set up, and was transcribing more of her notes.

Re: Front Desk

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi (gently) kicks open the front door and enters carrying an unconscious and possibly muttering incoherently Walter.

"Hello?"

Re: Front Desk

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

She was out of her chair immediately, rushing to meet Pippi half way. Her eyes went wide and she immediately -- more out of instinct than necessity -- reached to check his pulse as she led the way to an exam room. "What happened?"

Re: Front Desk

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Walter's pulse is racing, his temperature is in danger of cooking his brain.

"We're not entirely sure. Pippi explaned. He was apparently part of some experiment when he was younger. He was complaining of headaches and was really grumpy. Nadia found him and called me. He's really hot and he was convulsing for a bit but then it stopped."

Re: Front Desk

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Natalie nodded. Physically checking his pulse reinforced what she was hearing, as well as Pippi's comment about his temperature. "Let's get him in here (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/222468.html?thread=6300420#t6300420)," she pushed open exam three and switched on the lights. "Has he been to the clinic for any of this prior to tonight?" She thought she remembered seeing a note in the nurse's charts, but she wanted to confirm.

Re: Front Desk

[bookwormwood.livejournal.com]

Matilda holds the door open and jude floats past her into the clinic, she floats him to the front deak, figuring that Jude can speak for himself for sure.

Re: Front Desk

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

This was kinda cool, even if doorways made him nervous while floating. He waited for Matilda to lower him into the nearby chair. "Thanks again, bra," he said, smiling. His smile was getting a little drawn, though. Because, you know, ow.

Re: Front Desk

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She sets him down onto a chair and smiles. "I'll wait for your grilfriend to get here okay?"

Re: Front Desk

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Jude nodded gratefully. "That would be - yeah. Yeah, thanks."

Moving is ow. Remember this, Jude.

Re: Front Desk

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna pretty much burst into the clinic, out of breath, eyes quickly darting around the room. Then she spotted Jude and rushed to his side. "Oh my God, Jude, what happened?"

She nearly fell into him as she slid into the chair next to him and worriedly took his hands in hers.

Re: Front Desk

[bookwormwood.livejournal.com]

Matilda stands. "You'll take care of him from here right? Hope you feel better soon Jude."

Re: Front Desk

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"'Suna!" Jude beamed broadly, though there was pain in his eyes still. "I, uh, my ramp fell apart on me and I kinda . . . hit a tree and then the ground." He squeezed her hand.

Re: Front Desk

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna's head bobbed quickly in response to Matilda, who she could only assume helped Jude here, although she was a little puzzled as to exactly how. "Yes, I can. Thank you..."

And then she turned to Jude and his explanation, deep concern and worry in her eyes. "You hit a tree? Ohhhh, Juuudeee..." She brought his hands in her up and kissed them lightly, then one hand left to brush the hair out of his eyes. "Are you okay? What...what's the damage, do you think?"

Re: Front Desk

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

He leaned happily into her hand and her small kisses. Last time he had done something like this he hadn't gotten concern. Just a resigned sigh. He was managing to smile despite the growing pain.

"Um, my ankle is really, really hurting. And I can't move my toes, so I think it's probably broken." Jude's tone indicated that this had happened a few times. Maybe more.

Exam Two

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Nat peeked in on Zuko, and would check in on him later.

Re: Exam Two

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Zuko was bored. He'd even put on the television, but that turned out to be confusing so he quickly turned it off again and went back to his book, trying to actually read it instead of just watch the pictures.

Exam Three

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...for an unconscious Walter.

Re: Exam Three

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"I... Don't know. Nadia would know I think..." Pippi said looking out the door and gently putting him down on the bed.

Re: Front Desk

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia came in after placing a quick phone call to Alfred, just in time to rush after Pippi and Natalie to the exam room. She arrived just at the tail end of Pippi's statement. "I know some stuff. What was the question?"

Re: Front Desk

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

"Has he been to the clinic this week for the fever or headaches this week?" Nat was already reaching for the digital thermometer, and grabbing out some IV shunts. She would also need some of the instant ice packs to try and get his fever down.

Re: Front Desk

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded quickly. "Last weekend. He said something about blood tests, but when he called in on Monday, they hadn't found anything out."

Re: Front Desk

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

Dr. Lambert nodded. "Okay, that's something. I can look at the test series and see if there's anything else that needs to be done." She grimaced. "Aside from headaches, moodiness, and a fever, do you know of any other symptoms he was experiencing? Anything about these 'experiments'?"

Re: Front Desk

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"His tummy was growling on the way down here, he has to eat a lot." Pippi offered in an attempt to be helpful. "Either he hasn't eaten or he needs more because of whatever's happening?"

Re: Front Desk

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded to Pippi. "He's been really hungry. All the time. The experiment was to make his metabolism really high. All the other test subjects died." She gestured to Walter a little helplessly. "Like that. I know the name of the tester and some of the patients, but it happened in the thirties, and I haven't been able to find much else."

Re: Front Desk

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This was something Natalie could understand. The increased metabolism would definitely be wreaking havoc on his system, creating some rather interesting chemical changes. She glanced at the IV shunts and the saline solutions. She wasn't sure at this point what the solutions would do to him. "Has he been able to keep food down? It's not having any adverse affect?"