RP: A Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
Date: 10 January
Characters: Peter Crawford, Adison Quinn, Jen (NPC)
Location: JPS hospital
Status: Private
Summary: Peter's got his hands full
Completion: Complete
( As if it weren't already bad enough... )
Characters: Peter Crawford, Adison Quinn, Jen (NPC)
Location: JPS hospital
Status: Private
Summary: Peter's got his hands full
Completion: Complete
( As if it weren't already bad enough... )
He paused at the desk to page House, then grabbed the blood orders and Jen. They made quick work of the double check, signing off on the transfusion, and Peter hung the blood set and took Mrs. Ames's vitals. "I'll be back about a hundred times to do those again," he said, taping the sheet to record them onto her IV pole. "If you feel anything odd, you call me. Itching, foggy head, dizzy, anything at all." He pressed the call light into her hand before turning to go. No sense having a transfusion reaction piled onto the current disaster.
He reached the station to find Jen on the phone. House, she mouthed, handing him the receiver, and he took a breath before taking it. "Peter Crawford."
~~~
The house supervisor was a delightful older RN, cranky and gruff over the phone, and all of five feet even in person. She was slim and no-nonsense, dressed in old-school white with a cap perched on her silvery hair, and she stood next to Peter's chair, still shorter than he was, while they reviewed the records. "We notified every doc, rechecked every lab. They all got K and orders to recheck, and this one's getting a unit of whole right now."
He sat back, looking at the older nurse. "I've never seen anything like this."
"I have," she said grimly, "but it's been a while. And it wasn't good." She headed for the med room gesturing for Peter to follow her, and together they accessed the cart. A binder on top listed everything the pharmacy had delivered, and another documented every med and the nurse that had administered it. "Your narcotics count was correct, I assume, since you're not filing a discrepancy." She didn't even look up for Peter's nod, but gestured for him to unlock the cart. "So. We count everything. Right down to the last vitamin and viagra."
Peter counted, calling out numbers, and House checked them against the binder. Jen joined them a few minutes later to spell Peter so he could round. It only took fifteen minutes to make sure everyone was settled, comfortable, and not hemorrhaging, and he took a moment to drain his soda before returning to the med room.
"You're not gonna believe this," Jen said grimly.
"I've heard that from you twice too many times today." Peter reached for the sheet she offered, then stared at it, shaking his head. "What the hell..."
"That's what I want to know," House said, reaching to take the paper. "Every one of these patients was dispensed five days worth of Coumadin, two days ago. None of them have as much as a single tablet in their pod. Coumadin's given at five. And who worked last evening?"
Peter's voice merged with Jen's in perfect echo. "Evelyn." He leaned back against the wall, shaking his head.
"She was supposed to work days," he said. "But Cindy fired her. Said there were too many complaints..."
House snorted. "Well. Now there's eight more. And eight reports to the Board of Nursing. And potentially eight criminal charges. Guess I know what I'll be doing for the rest of the day." She turned and let herself out of the room and they followed. "I'll need statements from both of you about today to attach with my reports. But good job keeping your heads. Keep me posted."
Peter watched her leave, a tiny imposing figure in blinding white, then dropped into an empty chair at the station. "Think I'm having a beer tonight. You?"
"Of course," Jen replied with a grin. "You're buying."
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