FTEC, Sunday

[not-a-shepherd.livejournal.com]

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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[not-a-shepherd.livejournal.com]

The drugs were good for that kind of thing.

For all the sheer amount, Addison nonetheless made short work of the old sutures; she then got to work applying antibiotic gel to the worst. "Some of these will only need liquid suture," she explained. "I'd say only the worst actually need to be sewn up again."

[shiroi_tiger]

She was going to get that weird look from him, again. She realized that, right?

"Liquid?"

They made it in liquid?

[not-a-shepherd.livejournal.com]

"It's a relatively new thing," Addison explained, as she started resuturing the worst of the wounds. "It seals over the wound on contact, and then dissolves on its own in a few days. Some of your wounds -- especially the ones that didn't get infected -- don't need any more than that."

[shiroi_tiger]

"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.

[not-a-shepherd.livejournal.com]

"That's true of most people," Addison explained. "At least you're willing to admit it."

She was a deft hand with the needle, with tight, careful stitches; already over half of the larger wounds were resewn.

[shiroi_tiger]

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.

[not-a-shepherd.livejournal.com]

"You're a braver man than most I've met, then," Addison said, finishing off the last of the large wounds. She set the needle aside, then, and pulled out the bottle of liquid suture. "Not much longer now," she said, "and then I can leave you to rest while the antibiotics run through your system. Shall I have the nurses bring you something to read?"

[shiroi_tiger]

"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.

[not-a-shepherd.livejournal.com]

Addison nodded as she finished applying the last of the liquid suture. "Not at all, Captain Algren," she said. "If there's anything else you need while you're here, please feel free to ask the nurses; otherwise, I'll be by to discharge you in a few hours."