In the Aftermath...

[gaveherwings]

Who: OPEN to anyone with injuries, or draggin' in hurt NPCs
When: Post-Earthquake, June 8th-9th (Timestamp Threads for approx. hour!)
Where: Sky Medical Center ER/Clinic, Sector 4
Summary: After a disaster, it's always a long, long night of overtime ahead for the hospital with an open-door policy.
Warnings: Possibly some nasty descriptions of radiation

Comments

backdated to about 7 pm; Mori and Tamaki

[quietwildtype]

It had at least stopped degenerating when he got away from the lake, at least mostly. Still, it was pretty bad, he thought. He wasn't going to die or anything, he didn't think, but Mori was in quite a bad way.

It wasn't the first time he'd reconsidered wishing Mitsukuni was here. Not the first time, but definitely the most fervent.

By the time he'd gotten onto one of the farm's trucks, his boss insisting that he go back to the City for treatment instead of helping round up animals to go to the safe location, he'd been coughing up blood. His nose was bleeding, his throat and lungs felt raw, and the burns on his hands had spread to his arms. It was difficult to move, his legs not quite cooperating, but he'd managed to stumble to the Tower Apartments and then Tamaki had immediately insisted on taking him to the Hospital. Since Skye Medical Clinic was the closest, they'd gone there, and by the time they were in the emergency room Mori was feeling extremely sick to his stomach and his head was aching, he felt a little faint, and chose to sit on the floor when there were no available seats, leaning forward against his knees, eyes closed, trying to just ride it out.

He might have been the strong one, physically, and he might've been used to pain through martial arts, but this was more than he was used to.

Re: backdated to about 7 pm; Mori and Tamaki

[daddydaioh]

Tamaki had hardly ever been so worried. There's a difference between worry and concern; concern is much easier to deal with. He can be concerned for his friends, but worry is so much more gripping and intense.

And it's certainly worry that he's feeling right now. Mori does not look well at all. And Haruhi is out there--he's talked to her now, but she's still out there--and Kyouya, and all the friends that he's made here, too.

But there is no sense in worrying. Worrying is not a proper emotion for a king. Kings don't worry--they do things. Tamaki has been pacing slightly, waiting, but now he crouches down on the floor in front of Mori.

"I'll speak to the doctors," he informs his subject. "They'll see to you as soon as possible, I'm sure. Ah, and--" He holds out a little paper cup of water to Mori, an offering. "Drink this."

It's important to be useful, to be doing something. Tamaki scans the room, a bit anxious. There are so many people. This shouldn't have happened.

7 pm; Mori and Tamaki

[gaveherwings]

Get all clinic patients with irradiated exposure rushed up to onocology floor. That's what the nurse who'd shoved a new clip board at him had barked-

And while on a normal night he'd politely say something about having a higher ranking authority, tonight was not the night-

"Are there any more Agricultural Workers out here, or people who have had close contact with the epicenter- Anyone who was within a half mile radius of the lake?"

He called over the crowded waiting room, feeling uncertain already at the sheer volume of people who looked up to meet his eyes. He cleared his throat and raised his voice a higher pitch, which made him sound even younger-

"If you are suffering symptoms of the following: Nausea, Vomiting, Dizziness, Fatigue, bleeding from the mouth or nasal passages, surface burns or abrasions, please come forward, we're going to bring you upstairs immediately for treatment."