HOSPITAL LOG [OPEN TO ALL ROSALIA PLOT PARTICIPANTS]

[fbilittleguy]

Who: Doctors, Patients, and YOU, Oh My!
What: The Rosalia Healing Log!
When: Outbreak Day 4 and 5. From Saturday night at midnight, to Sunday morning or later.
Where: The SS Thor Hospital
Warnings: None for now, but please read the rules under the cut!

Comments

BADOU ☢ NAILS

[nicotine_patch]

[Badou Nails is without a number of things. these things include, but are not limited to; a working lighter, pants, and the Rosalia virus]

[while he is covered in bruises, looking pretty rough, and trailing an IV, he isn't coughing up blood, and he isn't looking nearly as bad as the Stage 3 Rosalia victims]

[really, he'd ignored the outbreak. the City had exposed him at an early age to the worst kinds of bacteria, and with all his trips in and out of St Xlakkyr's, even his goddamned Thor-recommended vaccinations were up to date]

[being here, surrounded by drives of infected refugees and aliens alike, is making him admittedly somewhat nervous]

[which is where the absence of aforementioned 'working lighter' is felt keenest]

[shitkicker boots on bare-assed legs, and wearing a sanitation mask nicked from a nurse, the redhead wanders and watches, occasionally querying the masses at large;]

Anybody got a light? Heyyy, hey you. Hey!

Well, hello there

[chatwithdeath]

Smoke after you get out. Really...

[Hey, she's at your door with a tray. Just getting the serum in case? Well, just a vial and needle for that...]

8) SUP

[nicotine_patch]

[his boots skid abruptly to a stop, IV clacking into his shoulder clumsily]

'Scuse me, but I always been of the opinion that anybody who's come real close to bitin' the big one is allowed ta indulge in any goddamn vice they wanna, when they wanna.

So.

Gotta light, doc?

Re: 8) SUP

[chatwithdeath]

[A sigh... but then she takes out a lighter]

You aren't biting anything and if the nurses ask, your last doctor brought it.

Re: 8) SUP

[nicotine_patch]

[a scarred hand pulls the sanitary mask down (maybe he'd poke a hole in it later), and a cigarette is produced]

[he grins as he puts it between his teeth and leans forward, holding up a I solemnly swear hand]

Yah yah yah, never saw ya! Swear on your hippocraptic oath or whatever.

Re: 8) SUP

[chatwithdeath]

Whatever oath I still have...

[She shrugs and sets the tray down. She picks the syringe, checking it. No bubbles... alright.]

This will just be a second.

[nicotine_patch]

[sorry too busy enjoying his cigarette to listen anymore]

Huhn? What will?

[chatwithdeath]

Your shot.

[Just looks at him.] Now, which arm would be best?

[nicotine_patch]

What?

[HOLDS BOTH ARMS TO HIS CHEST LIKE A GIRL STRIPPED OF HER BIKINI]

Aw, nah, nah! I ain't, you know, checked in for that shit. The virus. I'm clean an' all!

[nicotine_patch]

[remembers the last couple times he's had this conversation]

[mostly in bars]

[why did women always need proof? shit]

...You can check my chart if you don't believe me.

[chatwithdeath]

[Well, that's new... And what the hell's with the reaction? She picks up and looks at his chart]

... I see. Well, they'll probably administer the vaccine into your IV later then.

[nicotine_patch]

[the chart itself reads something along the lines of "SEVERE POISONING (TREATED) / STOMACH PUMP (ADMINISTERED) / EMERGENCY BLOOD TRANSFUSION (ADMINISTERED) / MINOR FRACTURES+SURFACE BRUISING / DEHYDRATION / MALNOURISHMENT / UNSTABLE MENTAL HEALTH (SEE PSYCH EVAL CHART B9)" with a long, long list of his past visits to the hospital]

[these visits seem to be largely focused on broken bones, lacerations, bullet wounds, and concussions]

[Badou doesn't seem very assured, and clutches his IV to himself now, too]

I just said I don't need no shot, I don't got the shitty virus! No goddamn thanks! I'm sick'a antidotes I don't need!

[chatwithdeath]

... You are a strange man.

[Yeah, she doesn't care about saying it flat out. She puts the chart back and sets the syringe back on it]

Very well. I'll move on to someone else.

[nicotine_patch]

What, you're gonna act like that, for real? Like it's no big deal? You usually wander inta innocent peoples' room with five inches'a stone cold needle, ready to see some tears? This hospital's goin' to shit.

[chatwithdeath]

No, I don't expect that. I just expect patients to give maybe two minutes of their time so I can give them medicine to prevent blood from bubbling out of their eyes.

[Stress, she has it.]

[nicotine_patch]

Is that some sorta shitty eye joke? You think lack'a depth perception's funny, huhn?

[assholery, he has it]