Stimulants. That fit with what he was seeing on the tiny screen. "We'll need to get him on an IV right away. He's very dehydrated. He'll need saline and vitamins." Carson stuffed the small bottle into his pocket. He'd deal with that later. "All right, let's get moving folks."
He moved from Chucks' side and moved around to stand next to Carson as the Doctor tried to do hiw work.
"He's not going to die, is he?" Kav asked, "I mean...He's going to be okay, right?"
Kav began to feel himself panic. He'd been here before, different people around, but the same atmosphere. One of medical calm, but dripping with pressure just below the surface, as if the Doctors were afraid if they moved to fast, it would all fall apart.
"You have to do something!" He yelled at Beckett. He didn't care, as long as Chuck lived this time.
Oh god, he thought, let this be a dream, I can't handle it.
Carson looked over at Kavanagh before he ran for a sedative for Chuck to get his pulse and BP stabilized. "Calvin, we are doing something. Please, just let us work. He's overdosed on stimulants and, while I don't think he's in toxicity yet, it's going to be a haul to get him through detox. Do you know how long he's been taking these things?"
Pat began to prep him for an IV, rolling up his sleeve and thumping at his arm until she found a potential vein. He was sufficiently dehydrated it wasn't going to be easy. She called for a hot compress. That'll make it easier.
God, she hated working on the living. They were so difficult. On the other hand, she hated the idea of working on someone she had more-or-less killed a lot worse.
She stifled a sigh. No point in berating herself: Carson would do that well enough in due time.
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He moved from Chucks' side and moved around to stand next to Carson as the Doctor tried to do hiw work.
"He's not going to die, is he?" Kav asked, "I mean...He's going to be okay, right?"
Kav began to feel himself panic. He'd been here before, different people around, but the same atmosphere. One of medical calm, but dripping with pressure just below the surface, as if the Doctors were afraid if they moved to fast, it would all fall apart.
"You have to do something!" He yelled at Beckett. He didn't care, as long as Chuck lived this time.
Oh god, he thought, let this be a dream, I can't handle it.
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God, she hated working on the living. They were so difficult. On the other hand, she hated the idea of working on someone she had more-or-less killed a lot worse.
She stifled a sigh. No point in berating herself: Carson would do that well enough in due time.
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