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Post by ev1lpoptart on Mar 17, 2008 14:06:06 GMT -5
"That's not what's bothering me," Dr. Martin said, "it's the loss of consciousness. Granted it's probably from the anesthesia, but I don't want to take any chances with it being brain surgery." He unwrapped the bandages and looked at the stitching job. There was already pus around the stitches, which were extremely red and irritated. "Get him started on some Amoxicillin," the doctor said to one of the nurses, giving York a stern look. It wasn't his place, but he knew that Dr. Laurence would come down like a d**n jackhammer.
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Post by piñata on Mar 18, 2008 12:06:45 GMT -5
Jason saw the pus around the wound and swore. He wanted to protest some more about how careful he had been, but it didn't matter one way or the other... whether this was his fault or not, his patient was in danger, and it was time for him to think about how to fix the problem, not how to escape being blamed for it. "What can I do to help?" he asked.
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 21, 2008 3:28:53 GMT -5
(( You gotta tell me when Shane can wake up. As in if Dr. Laurence is going to come up before. ))
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Mar 21, 2008 15:17:33 GMT -5
((You can wake up whenever you please))
Dr. Laurence was in the middle of a delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich--with extra peanut butter, smooth the way he liked it--when he received a "911" page from one of the nurses. It was for the patient he'd just operated on this morning. He wrapped the rest of the sandwich in the saran wrap baggy it came in and put it in his pocket, then made his way up two floors to the patients room, as fast as a 55 year old surgeon can move. He saw Dr. York and Dr. Martin working around the area of the surgery. "What seems to be the problem, doctors?" he asked monotonously.
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 22, 2008 0:39:58 GMT -5
Shane woke up feeling worse than before. He felt weaker and was still thirsty. Even before he opened his eyes he spoke with a bit of garble in his voice, "War... Water..."
After a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked around at three hazy shapes in their white lab coats. "Ow, I think I broke my nose..."
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Post by piñata on Mar 22, 2008 14:56:38 GMT -5
Jason turned when Dr. Laurence entered. "His surgical site appears to be infected, sir," he said. "It's not very bad yet, and antibiotics will probably reverse it in a couple of days." Just then, the patient awoke and proclaimed that his nose was broken. "That, however, may take longer to heal," Jason finished.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Mar 22, 2008 16:19:41 GMT -5
Dr. Seth Martin heard the patient asking for water. "Well, there you go, York. Make yourself useful and get the man some water, willya? Go, Go, Go!" He cracked his neck and continued to examine the stitches, joined now by Dr. Laurence. "So, what do you think, Dr. Laurence? How bad is the site, really?"
Dr. Laurence looked at the stitches and said, "We'll find out in the next day or two, depending on how the antibiotics work."
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 22, 2008 23:50:47 GMT -5
He grimaced as he heard Dr. York mention 'infection'. He had a infection in his head? "What? What infection? What the heck happened? I thought it was supposed to be an easy surgery. And I said I thinki I broke my nose. Can you please check and tell me at least?"
His head felt like a pumpkin that had been thrown on the road and was waiting to be overrun by a truck. "Water...", he repeated. He started thinking that may be it was a bad idea to come to this hospital.
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Post by piñata on Mar 24, 2008 10:24:28 GMT -5
Jason returned with a pitcher of water and a glass. Filling the glass, he handed it to Shane. "There you go," he said. As he waited for Shane to finish drinking before examining his nose, the nurse entered with a bottle of Amoxicillin and set it on the bedside table next to the pitcher of water. Jason instructed the patient on proper dosage and how often to take the medicine, then refilled his glass so he could get his first dose in.
(I know I still haven't verified his broken nose. I figured one of the senior physicians in the room should do that.)
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Post by zyphan on Mar 24, 2008 15:54:18 GMT -5
Karina woke up some time later, the TV still on, showing an old re-run of the ancient America's Funniest Home Vidoes with the guy that wasn't really all that funny. Her head hurt a bit, but not enough to worry her. She had dreamt of that island, all those years ago, when they all fought for their lives and fell in love... She shook her head. There was no way it could ever be like that again. Sadly, she knew that, and hated herself for not staying in contact better.
She looked around for a clock, and realized she had been out for quite some time. With that other doc gone, she decided a few more chapters couldn't hurt, and once again picked up the novel.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Mar 26, 2008 3:53:38 GMT -5
Dr. Martin looked at Jason as he entered the room. "Say there, Dr. York. How's about we go and check on that car crash patient, huh?" He let the bandage fall out of his hand and nodded to Dr. Laurence, who had just finished checking the patient's nose. He walked briskly past Dr. York and out towards the patient's room.
When he saw the girl with the book in her hand again, he sighed. He didn't felt like yelling, or at least like saying something to her again, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. If she was determined to potentially muck her brain up for that d**ned book, so be it. He instead opted to growl lowly and shouldered his way past Dr. York, his eyes signifying that he should stay here for a while, so as not to get into any more trouble.
"It's not broken, son," Dr. Laurence said flatly after examining the patient's nose. He shined a flashlight into the kid's eyes, examining the way the pupils dilated. "You'll feel light headed for the next couple of hours, but if it persists for more than four hours, let us know." And with that, Dr. Laurence turned and exited the room.
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 26, 2008 7:49:05 GMT -5
He heaved a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted were more problems. Somehow something had been screwed up. He didn't know exactly what but seeing that it was his head, he was more than a little concerned. Before he could even thank the doctor, he had walked about of the door. Shane finally drank the water that Dr. York had handed him. He put the glass down and got up into a sitting position. He immediately felt dizzy and a bit nauseated. He stayed like that for sometime till he was sure he wasn't going to throw up or collapse again. Getting up on his feet, he wobbled and sat back down again, scared he might fall again. After about an hour on just lying on the bed, he had had enough. He was bored. He tried the same thing again and his head felt better now. He started walking towards the door. Peeking out and making sure nobody was outside, he started walking back the way he had gone last time. (( There, you have an hour of things to do before I can post again ))
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Post by piñata on Mar 26, 2008 10:44:56 GMT -5
Jason entered Karina's room, but hung back and let Dr. Martin do the talking. He wondered what would become of the Warson kid... he hoped the young man would make it. He banished the unpleasant thoughts that arose of the last patient he had lost. He had blamed himself for that one even though he did everything right... he would actually have cause to blame himself if the Warson kid died.
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Post by zyphan on Mar 26, 2008 15:13:33 GMT -5
Karina didn't even try to hide the fact that she was reading. TV was boring, and she had a book to read, so why not read? She looked up as the doc entered, but kept the book open. "Hey. Find anything else?" She spotted Jason, but felt something was wrong, so she only nodded and smiled.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 3, 2008 20:22:47 GMT -5
((Ok, poptart stopped posting or something? I will continue... ))
Shane walked to Karina's door again. She was the only person beside the doctors he had met here. This time he didn't walk in right away. He stopped outside the door and looked at his reflection in the glass. He looked at the bandage on his head and felt it lightly to see if he could feel anything. There was only a slight pain when he pressed down on it lightly. He guessed it would have been worse had he not been on painkillers.
He started to walk in but stopped and smiled to himself. He knocked on the door and spoke, "Bored patient requesting permission to enter..." He hoped Dr York wasn't again in here.
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