[Carson yawns as he's at the A&E lobby's coffee machine. The doors open, and he glances over. Another person with a limp, huh? They were becoming more and mo-
Wait a second.]
Bloody hell, you're bleeding!
[his coffee is left in the machine, as Carson runs over, calling to a few of the idle nurses nearby.]
That much I could notice for myself, thanks. [Shinichi was irritated with the entire situation. How annoying, that he had to come here to deal with this.]
[Gren is waking up in his hospital room today. Which is confusing, since it doesn't look like the clinic he's been in for the last week, though his memory is rather hazy. Maybe he was moved.
He feels far more alert than he has in awhile, so he attempts to sit up, wincing a bit at the pain in his abdomen. Clearly, he had some healing left to do, as a quick pass of his hand over his midsection reveals.
He's not sure how to feel about being quite suddenly alive when he should have been dead, but he'll deal with that after he deals with the more pressing issue of being, frankly, starving]
[Carson is nearby, replacing the IV drip of another patient, when he hears a familiar voice.
He's been keeping an eye on Gren since his admission into the Paradisa clinic, so that's not going to change here. He finishes his check-up and moves over to stand by Gren's bed.]
You're awake. Thank god, I'd hoped the move didn't do anything...
[Wandering in with a slight limp. He'd used his own field medicine to patch up the dog bite, but he knew he'd be in it from Carolina if he didn't get it professionally looked at; that had been a big dog.]
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If it's any consolation, Dr.Beckett...I don't understand or speak french either. So I know how you feel. Heh.
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It's just so bloody complicated.
[He had a nose about the store cupboards and the Pharmacy to get a decent bearing]
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Maybe...they could help you.
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[Bored voice]
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Do you know what an intravenous drip is in French?
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I don't even know what that is in english.
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Ah, I see.
[A sigh] All I know is how to order tea. And I doubt that's handy when I'm in surgery.
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Wait a second.]
Bloody hell, you're bleeding!
[his coffee is left in the machine, as Carson runs over, calling to a few of the idle nurses nearby.]
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Come on, this way...
[He starts to lead the guy off to a room, a nurse handing him a clipboard, as his other arm moves to support.]
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He feels far more alert than he has in awhile, so he attempts to sit up, wincing a bit at the pain in his abdomen. Clearly, he had some healing left to do, as a quick pass of his hand over his midsection reveals.
He's not sure how to feel about being quite suddenly alive when he should have been dead, but he'll deal with that after he deals with the more pressing issue of being, frankly, starving]
Anyone here?
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He's been keeping an eye on Gren since his admission into the Paradisa clinic, so that's not going to change here. He finishes his check-up and moves over to stand by Gren's bed.]
You're awake. Thank god, I'd hoped the move didn't do anything...
How're you feeling?
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Sore, mostly. And...hungry.
[He also faintly antsy. Though the urge to move is curbed a bit by the pain. He wants to get out of this bed, but he'll settle for something else]
Could you...help me sit up?
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[He moves to carefully pull Gren into a sitting position.]
We'll get you some food, and some more painkillers, that'll help. Maybe lower the dosage a bit.
[That's if he can remember the French for "morphine".]
Uh, excusez-moi, infirmière...
[And, Carson starts to try and explain to the nurse that Gren needed food.
He's eventually successful.]
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He's squinting at the form.]
Uh...Monsieur Dogbite?
[Odd name, even for a Frenchman.]
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[He'd been considering leaving, it was taking so long.]
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[He sighs, sending the receptionist a look. Someone handed the wrong form over.]
Okay, Mr. Maine, please come this way.
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