[Nigel Townsend] Fractures and sickness and death, oh, my!
Who: Nigel Townsend
When: Late at night on "ship day"
Where: Gamma Site General Hospital
Invited: Anyone with reason to be in a hospital
Status: Incomplete
Four runny noses, two STD's, one shattered wrist, two cases of tonsillitis, and one toy truck lodged firmly up a toddler's nose.
And it wasn't even midnight yet.
As he signed off on a prescription for broad spectrum antibiotics, Nigel was reminded of why he'd put his medical degree to use in a morgue and not in a hospital. Dead people never came to him with complaints. Still, the hospital was short-staffed, and he had to feel some sense of accomplishment working through a thirty-six-hour shift that had only just begun.
"All right, ma'am, this is a prescription for Levofloxacin; it should clear you symptoms right up." He smiled as he tore the paper off the top of the pad and handed it to her. "You can fill it at the counter just outside the clinic."
He opened the door for her as she left, then headed to the front desk. "All right, Mrs. Rutherford's been taken care of," he told the blond scribbling on a clipboard. "Who's next?"
"Take your pick," she answered without looking up, "we've got a full house tonight."
Nigel paused, then sighed. The waiting room was still full, quietly bustling. "Right."
It was going to be a long, long night.
When: Late at night on "ship day"
Where: Gamma Site General Hospital
Invited: Anyone with reason to be in a hospital
Status: Incomplete
Four runny noses, two STD's, one shattered wrist, two cases of tonsillitis, and one toy truck lodged firmly up a toddler's nose.
And it wasn't even midnight yet.
As he signed off on a prescription for broad spectrum antibiotics, Nigel was reminded of why he'd put his medical degree to use in a morgue and not in a hospital. Dead people never came to him with complaints. Still, the hospital was short-staffed, and he had to feel some sense of accomplishment working through a thirty-six-hour shift that had only just begun.
"All right, ma'am, this is a prescription for Levofloxacin; it should clear you symptoms right up." He smiled as he tore the paper off the top of the pad and handed it to her. "You can fill it at the counter just outside the clinic."
He opened the door for her as she left, then headed to the front desk. "All right, Mrs. Rutherford's been taken care of," he told the blond scribbling on a clipboard. "Who's next?"
"Take your pick," she answered without looking up, "we've got a full house tonight."
Nigel paused, then sighed. The waiting room was still full, quietly bustling. "Right."
It was going to be a long, long night.