http://not-a-shepherd.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] not-a-shepherd.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_clinic2009-08-23 01:37 pm

FTEC, Sunday

Well, it wasn't quite Seattle Grace.

Addison took the opportunity when she arrived to look around the clinic. The very small clinic. She had to admit, it was upon seeing it that she had to say to herself that she really didn't know what she was getting herself into, here.

Still, once she'd familiarised herself with the layout, she settled down at the front desk and started paging through medical journals.

[I'm around all day, pending hurricane-induced power-outages -- but those are looking less likely. Feel free to show up and break Addison's brain!]
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering Tony had been speaking of abducting Nathan, Tyler, and Steve for another one of his infamous 'vacations,' Nathan figured it would be pertinent to visit the clinic to ensure that his sutures were capable of holding up to the worst.

One never knew when to expect bees, after all. Or ninjas. Ninja bees.

He made his way to the desk, and then paused, leaning forward against it slightly and nodding his hello.

"A new face," he noted. Which was somehow easier than saying, 'So, there were these gatling guns...'
Edited 2009-08-23 18:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
There absolutely was, though he was too damn proud to let that show in his expression.

"Well. I'm Captain Nathan Algren. Welcome to the island," he stated. "Brace yourself."

And that was all he was going to say about Fandom, yes. He figured nobody would believe him if he told them, anyhow. Heaven knew, he certainly hadn't believed anything he'd heard at first, either.

"A short while ago, I was in a bit of a... confrontation. I've got a few stitches I would like to have checked up on, if possible."
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you."

Nathan nodded and followed, though the going was somewhat slow, considering the limp. His movements were stiff, at best, and he was most obviously favoring one leg.

There was a chance that she'd have a more interesting case than she'd figured, considering she was going to be checking in on a medical patch-job done on him back in 1877, and all.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Elsewhere," Nathan replied, drawing himself up a little as he contemplated the bed. No, he wasn't getting up onto that without a fight. He'd stand for the time being. "I imagine you'll find the work done on the wounds to be a little archaic."

A little. Maybe. A teeny bit.

"Several bullet wounds. In my leg, hip, chest, shoulder..."

He could list them off one by one for a while. Gatling guns tended to be very unforgiving.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose I ought to have counted?" He'd been paying attention to more important things than the bullets ripping into him at the time. And since then, he'd been hesitant to pull off his bandages to check, himself, for fear that his reduced mobility would keep him from dressing the wounds properly again. They were probably lovely, by now.

Still and all, he was working on removing his shirt now, yes. Modesty was a virtue in his day and age, but she was still the doctor, here.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll be fine," he noted, stubbornly. He didn't need help undressing. He was a grown man. Who vaguely resembled Swiss cheese. But that was hardly important.

It took him another minute or two before he actually managed to shrug out of his shirt, revealing the bandages underneath.

Vintage!
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Silk, most likely." That had been what he was most used to, back in America during the war. He couldn't imagine things being much different in Japan, either.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, she was forward, wasn't she?

Algren could live with that, so long as she wasn't planning on amputating anything.

"In my own defense, I wasn't exactly seeking anyone out with silk in paritcular at the time," he informed her, casually. "I was a little busy, bleeding."
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course."

Of course. So much for any illusion of modesty that he had been hoping to keep up. He sighed and got to work, removing his pants. It wasn't quite so difficult as taking off his shirt had been, if only because all he really had to do was remove his belt, undo the buttons, and let gravity do the rest.

Thank you, gravity. Thank you also, modern underwear, for making it unnecessary to pull off a union suit along with his trousers.

It was actually a wonder he was still standing on his left leg, considering. The wounds were still something shy of two weeks old.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
IV Antibiotics? What?

He really had no idea what those were, but he was going to take the doctors' orders at face value, and nod faintly.

"Whatever you suppose is necessary," he settled on. He'd find out what in the world she was talking about as it went, fine. If she could get rid of infection, then she was already something of a miracle worker, compared to the medical practises that he was all too familiar with from his own era. "I ought to take a seat, I suppose?"
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"None that I'm aware of," came Algren's reply as he nudged his pants to the side with his foot before making his way up onto the bed. It was an endeavor to do so, but he survived. He'd try not to feel too proud of that particular achievement. "The infection isn't too serious, then?"

Dying from such infections was pretty commonplace in his day. It was his prerogative to ask.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it would. Damn it anyhow.

"Well, then I suppose I'll let you do your thing," he noted, offering her a wry smile as he lowered himself onto his back. "I'm not particularly anxious to let the infection get so serious."

After all, he had to survive a bloody road trip this week, too.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Nathan gave her an odd look at the mention of morphine. He'd seen entirely too many men, wounded soldiers from the war, who had become dependant on morphine. Whiskey tended to serve him just fine.

... And he'd become equally dependant on that. It figured.

He was eyeing the IV in his arm, then, because that seemed easier to focus on than the 'soldier's disease.'

"I'd just as soon keep my wits about me," he noted, though it wasn't entirely a protest. "How long does that thing have to stay in me, anyhow?"
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-23 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've never actually heard of that one," he noted, which, again, wasn't a protest. There was a fine line between being stubborn and being stupid. Letting her poke at sutures over gunshot wounds without some form of painkiller was definitely in the realm of 'stupid.' "I'll take your word for it."

Modern medicine was something he was going to have to get used to, wasn't it?
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-24 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, sweet, beautiful painkillers. Ones that didn't come from a flask. In the face of all that he'd been through, in Japan and even well before it, he could certainly come to appreciate what modern medicine had to offer.

And this certainly beat chloroform, too.

"Out with the old..." A wry grin. Keep still, Nathan. Don't move that arm with the thing in it. Okay. "Go right on ahead with whatever you need to do, Dr. Montgomery. A few sutures is hardly the worst I've felt, lately."

Okay, so, 'a few' was a bit of an understatement.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-24 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she certainly had him, there.

"I suppose next you'll be telling me that I ought to try harder not to get shot so many times in the future, hm?"

It was said pleasantly enough. Nathan was, after all, mostly joking. Sometimes, speaking tongue-in-cheek was really the only way he could possibly reply to such things.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-24 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Paperwork, I imagine."

That was followed by a chuckle that probably would have been more painful if not for the drugs. Definitely coming to appreciate the drugs, here.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-24 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
She was going to get that weird look from him, again. She realized that, right?

"Liquid?"

They made it in liquid?
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-24 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh." Nathan pursed his lips faintly, mulling on that for a bit. "You'll have to forgive me. My grasp of modern medical procedure is..."

He was going to say something indicating that he didn't have much of a grasp on such things. But that wasn't really accurate, was it?

"... Nonexistent."

That was more like it, there.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-24 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
And it was either thanks to the drugs, Nathan's own pain tolerance, or Addison's skill with a needle that Algren hardly noticed at all.

Possibly all three.

"I never was a man who was afraid to admit ignorance," Nathan decided. Which was... actually more or less true. "I seem to do a good deal more of that, around here."

He was Victorian. He was allowed.
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger 2009-08-24 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I would appreciate that," Nathan replied, actually smiling faintly. "Thank you, Doctor."

As for what reading material he was handed? He wasn't terribly choosy. Anything that was remotely modern was good enough for him.