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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 0:50:10 GMT -5
Dr. Martin parked his car and walked across the parking lot, pitching a cigarette butt at the Smokers' outpost outside the door of the general entrance. The hospital smelled of industrial grade ammonia, as always. He stopped off in the dressing room and traded his old, dirty scrubs in for new ones. Navy blue, again as always. He took a couple minutes to change, pulling his white three-quarter sleeve undershirt on over his small-yet-muscular torso as a nurse came in carrying a silver, covered clip board with her, undoubtedly with a patient's medical chart in it.
"Dr. Martin," she began, "Mr. Miroki's blood cultures came back negative, but I think we--" At this point, Dr. Seth Martin sighed and looked at his watch. "I'm sorry, Doctor?" The nurse stammered. "Nurse..." He paused, searching for her name. "Harris," she said as her shoulders relaxed and her posture sagged slightly.
"Nurse Harris, if you'll take a moment to look at any one of the clocks strewn throughout this building, you'll notice it's 5:45. Do you know what time my shift starts every day that I work here?"
"Six," she said unenthusiastically.
"Exactly. Now if one of my patients are ever in dire need, or if you just can't fight the urge to check out my body, feel free to come in here fifteen minutes before my shift. Otherwise, it can wait." He pulled his scrubs top on and slid past the nurse on his way to the break room to buy a soda and a granola bar before his shift started.
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Post by Roara on Jan 28, 2008 18:16:15 GMT -5
"G'mornin doctor Martin." The Janitor said, trying to sound friendly despite the obvious need of sleep. Being the head of maintenance and janitorial projects wasn't an easy job, despite only having to have gotten good grades in Janitor school .
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 19:02:56 GMT -5
"Well, it's morning, anyways," the doctor replied. He took a drink of his grape soda and flipped a page of the Maxim he was reading. "Anything interesting happen last night?" He marked his page and looked up at the Janitor, who seemed especially tall given the doctor's sitting position. He always enjoyed hearing the Janitor's view on things. Partially because of his wittiness, partially because he kept tabs on the ongoing feud between The Janitor and one of his residents, Jason York, but mostly because he got sick of hearing all the doctors of Saint Jude Hospital stroke their own egos. Foregoing all of those reasons, there were no nurses in the room to flirt with. He scratched the side of his neck and looked at the Janitor, having not been awake long enough to smile.
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Post by Roara on Jan 29, 2008 0:13:51 GMT -5
"Well, the sliding door on the side entrance is jammed, again..." He said. It was possibly the fifth or sixth time it has happened. Every time it was because of something like a paper clip, a penny, or something. Also, I caught a couple interns sticking gum under tables. I graciously put their names on a sticky note in your mailbox."
The Janitor liked Dr. Martin. He was the only person at the hospital that he thought to be real, and he respected that.
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Post by piñata on Jan 29, 2008 14:29:05 GMT -5
Jason walked in, as usual singing rather more loudly than was probably appropriate: "Hey Jude, don't make it bad... take a sad song, and make it better..."
The sign over the front of the hospital always, without fail, caused the song to get stuck in his head, usually for the rest of the day. He was still trying to figure out a way to get the d**ned thing off the front of the building, which would also serve the purpose of pissing off the Janitor. Who, speak of the devil, was standing just a few feet away talking to Dr. Martin. Jason started walking in the opposite direction, but encountered a wet floor without the usual yellow sign that accompanied it and wiped out rather spectacularly. He lay on his back for a moment, catching his breath and making sure that he wasn't seriously hurt.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 29, 2008 14:41:27 GMT -5
Seth stood up at the sound of the crash and looked out the doorway to see one of his residents lying face-up on the floor. "My God, Owen. Now I know that your brother Luke's success may have gotten in your head, but don't let it cloud your ability to read." He looked at the clock, 5:57, and chugged the rest of his grape soda, tossing it in the recycling bin. "Alright, pick yourself up. It's a new day! Time to make sure your patients aren't dead." He candidly high-fived the Janitor on the way past, congratulating him on his success at making a fool of the resident.
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Post by Roara on Jan 29, 2008 23:59:22 GMT -5
The Janitor stepped over Jason, holding the bright yellow "Wet floor" sign that he cleverly revealed from behind his supplies cart. "I thought you doctors was supposed to be smarts." He said, folding it open and pitching it over his face like a tent.
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Post by piñata on Jan 30, 2008 12:34:13 GMT -5
"We are," Jason said, sliding out from under the wet floor sign and picking himself up. "Counted your mops lately?" He checked his watch... 5:58. Time to get to work. He walked away from the Janitor, heading toward the locker room.
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Post by zyphan on Jan 31, 2008 0:17:04 GMT -5
Before she even opened her eyes, she knew where she was. Why she was here, though, was a mystery to her. The too-clean disinfectant smell washed over her, forcing her eyes open to take in the small room she was in, hooked up to a monitor and a few other beeping machines. "What the...." A bandage was on her head, her arms, and quite a few cuts and bruises marred her body. The only thing she remembered was driving home after getting off work late, and going around a corner, being blinded.....and that was it.
She looked around again, and when she saw the little needles the stick into your hand to make shots easier, she went balistic. Karina pressed the nurse button a thousand times, and put her hand as far away from her face as possible. Needles terrified the poor girl, and having one sticking out of her hand wasn't helping.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 31, 2008 1:11:56 GMT -5
Dr. Martin walked in just around the time his new patient started freaking out. "Hey, hey, calm down, ma'am. Do you know where you are?" He barely paused for an answer. "You're in the Intensive Care Unit of Saint Jude hospital. We're running some tests right now, and later we'll have you taken down for an MRI and a CAT scan. Is there someone we can call?" Again, barely pausing for a response, "if there is, don't hesitate to page a nurse and we'll take care of it."
On his way to check on one of his other patients, he stopped by the locker room to let Jason know what to do with the patient in ICU. After a sharp whistle, he said, "Light a fire under your ass, York. Got a patient in ICU room 124 needs an MRI and a CAT scan." He paused a couple beats, then, "ASAP, dammit!"
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Post by piñata on Jan 31, 2008 14:00:53 GMT -5
"I'm on it," Jason said. "I'll be there in less time than the Janitor takes to have sex." Why is the Janitor never here when I come up with the really good insults? he thought to himself as he finished pulling on his scrubs and headed to the ICU.
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Post by zyphan on Feb 1, 2008 0:34:38 GMT -5
Karina calmed a bit when she saw a doctor, but still wouldn't look at her hand. "I don't even know why I'm here..." But it was no use, the guy had already left, leaving her once again confused. The heart monitor had started beeping furiously a second ago, and now it was slowing to a slightly-faster-than-normal rhythm.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Feb 1, 2008 2:08:32 GMT -5
Lenny finished a round of chest compressions as an EMT used the breath bag to force air into the patient's lungs.
"Still nothing," the EMT said. The patient was experiencing ventricular fibrillation, a fatal heart rhythm. Lenny wiped a bit of sweat from his brow and began chest compressions again until the Manual External Defibrillator beeped ready. He took the paddles in his hands and shouted "Clear!" Pressing the paddles to the patient's chest. The shock was delivered...
He looked at the girl from outside the window a bit. She had a bandage around her head. She had no idea how close she'd come to dying. 90% of all V-fib patients don't make it... He knew that an MRI and a CT scan had been ordered as a precaution. It was then that he saw Dr. York walking towards the room. Preempting his entrance to the room, the paramedic said, "Hey, Dr. Patient was picked up at the scene of a head on collision. The other driver was DOA. Tox screen on the girl came back negative, still waiting to hear from the ME on the deceased." He cracked his knuckles and grinned. "So how'd you get boxed into the early shift?"
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Post by piñata on Feb 1, 2008 11:34:01 GMT -5
"Not really sure," Jason said. "I'll bet money it's the Janitor's fault, though." He peered in through the window at the woman lying in the bed. She was awake... he gave her a friendly wave before stepping into the room. He took the patient's chart from the chart-hanger-thingy (the only thing in the hospital that didn't have a Latin word to describe it), and flipped it open.
"How are you feeling right now, Miss... holy sh**." Jason nearly dropped the chart... he hadn't recognized Karina's face as bruised and bandaged as it was, but he certainly recognized her name. Recovering quickly, he said, "I'm sorry. That was very unprofessional of me. But it is nice to see you again, despite the circumstances." He hoped she recognized him... he was making a serious ass of himself if she didn't.
"Anyway, is there anything I can get you? A pizza, perhaps? It's not difficult to smuggle in real food." He grinned.
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Post by zyphan on Feb 2, 2008 0:16:31 GMT -5
Karina stared at the guy that walked in. She hadn't seen him since, well, since she came back from that god forsaken island a few years ago. Realizing her mouth was open, the girl shut it quickly. "Um...Nice to see you too, though it has been a while, hasn't it, Jason?"
Seeing Jason again put Karina in good spirits, and she smiled warmly at him. "If you really think pizza is something I should be eating, then sure. Make it chicken garlic or something. How've you been since coming back?"
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