OPEN INFIRMARY LOG
Who: Open to All. Infirmary staff, people who tripped and fell down the stairs, got electrocuted by the toaster, whatev.
Where: INFIRMARY, DUDES
When: Curse times
Warnings: Will update if necessary
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Where: INFIRMARY, DUDES
When: Curse times
Warnings: Will update if necessary
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Hair tied back, wearing her scrubs and white coat and a pair of sensible shoes, Denise barged her way through the infirmary door with a look of mild annoyance (her default expression, really), fully expecting to be confronted with a lot of stupid shit as soon as she started working. She surveyed the waiting area, suitably impressed by the unexpectedly high number of people waiting for assistance, and cracked her knuckles.
"I can take the next person waiting," she announced, taking her stethoscope from one pocket of her coat and laying it to hang across the back of her neck.
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After quickly assessing his condition--the blood-soaked cloth around one of the man's hands and a smaller, similarly bloody mass of cloth held in his other hand--Denise looked into his face with an expression of irritated incredulity.
"You have got to be shitting me," she muttered, and grabbed his elbow to push him in the general direction of a bed.
"Sit down and give me your hand," she said in a no-nonsense tone, snapping on a pair of latex gloves. If it was as bad as she assumed, she'd need to shout for Martha right away--Denise was an MD, not a surgeon.
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Denise, always clearheaded in a crisis, held his severed finger up above her head and caught the fainting man with her other arm. She pushed against his body, sending him flopping backwards to lay on the mattress, and looked around.
"Martha, I need you here!" she shouted, heading to the closest supply cabinet to grab a fresh icepack. Snapping the package to activate it, she wrapped the rapidly-cooling, gel-filled bag around the severed digit she held before putting it on the bed next to him. "Jackass cut off his finger and passed out!"
She quickly but delicately unwrapped his damaged hand and pressed fresh gauze to the stump while she waited for backup.
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Without even thinking about it, Martha'd stripped off one pair of gloves and pulled on a different one. She quickly looked to Charlie and the stump and hoped that this would be an early reattaching.
"Is Merlin about?" Some people didn't like magic, but she knew that it could save Charlie loads of time.
"Sit," she announced to the man when he tried to get up. "You need surgery."
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"I've got the finger on ice," Denise said, nodding to where it sat all rolled up in the ice pack. "I haven't taken a real good look at it yet--hold this for a sec, will ya?" She indicated where she held the gauze to his bleeding stump. "I'm gonna ready the general anesthetic and shit for you."
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Martha nodded when she mentioned the finger on ice. Well that would help loads, now wouldn't it. Watching Charlie for a moment, she spoke softly. "Charlie, I'm going to sedate you in order to prep you for the surgery."
She didn't give him a chance to argue with her before she hit him with the hypospray she kept in her pocket; the last thing she wanted was for him to get hit double with the curse.
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