Semi-Open RP: Peter goes looking for a job (As a break from being Emo)

[likeabadpenny]

There comes a certain time in every mans life when he decides that he needs a little something more to do. Since certain happenings of a radioactive nature, and trying to keep the rest of the castle safe from Sylar, only to end up with a pole through his head, Peter wanted something else. Something normal. Something that wasn't running around

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[carlaespinosa]

Carla was, in a word, busy. Five of the beds were currently filled with people laid flat with some kind of really violent flu. Slash kuru. Slash lupus. Slash mumps. Whatever it was, it was nasty, smelly, and produced copious amounts of bodily fluids. They all claimed a red-headed boy had given them ten Galleons to try out a new candy. Either the candy was bad or Carla had a new name on her hit list.

Needless to say, she didn't really have time for new friends or nervous twitchy guys. "Move it or I'll move it for you, Thumper," she commanded, pushing past him to get to a bed where a blonde teenager was expelling his lunch into a bucket. "If you don't have something falling off or bleeding, then you're in the wrong place."

[likeabadpenny]

Peter definitely hadn't been expecting what looked like a plague of epic proportions. And he didn't have anything bleeding or falling off, not that such a state lasted long anyway, but he could already feel a concerned frown tugging at his expression. Was this something contagious? Either way, it wasn't all that pleasant, but if Peter was going to catch it by helping, then he didn't mind.

He looked over at the busy nurse, smiled briefly, and made his way towards one of the beds - currently housing a rather rotund man that looked way too much like Santa Claus. He didn't look like he was in danger of expelling anything soon, so Peter grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in cold water, patting it down on the patients forehead. If he got the fever down, the poor guy would feel a lot better.

Again, Peter looked up at Carla, watching her curiously. "What do they have?" The unspoken addendum was, of course, 'I'm going to be staying here to help.'

[carlaespinosa]

She'd been helping the boy - a Logan Echolls - lay back in bed, checking the IV and making a quick note on his chart when the question surprised her. Not so much the question itself, but the fact that Peter was still there to ask it. Blinking, she looked up.

A shocked but entirely please smile lit up her face and Carla nodded once in acceptance of his help, replacing Logan's chart and walking over to Peter. "Some kind of prank candy, we think. Lily - one of the Healers in Training - is off now trying to run down some kind of antidote." In other words, 'it's not catching'.

Holding out one hand, she added, "I'm Carla. I'm a nurse, here. And you, Thumper? Doctor, nurse, or do you just have a thing for sponging down fat old guys?"

[likeabadpenny]

Prank candy? Clearly Peter still had a lot to learn about this place - not that he'd had much of a chance, cooped up in a room with a serial killer for about a week. But if prank candy could do this to people, he was going to have to watch what he ate around here.

He shook Carla's hand, giving her an apologetic smile over the fact that his hand was probably still wet from the washcloth. "Peter Petrelli." ...Thumper? Peter wasn't even going to ask about that one. The apologetic smile turned into a crooked grin. "I'd say I have a thing for sponging down old fat guys, but I'm really just a hospice nurse in disguise."

Concerned, Peter looked over the rest of the patients, and rubbed the back of his head. He'd dealt with things like this before, but he was a little out of practice. "So, ah, anything that needs to be done, just yell. I'm here to help."

[likeabadpenny]

Even though Peter picked up on Carla's self-depreciative shrug, he didn't laugh - he just sat silently and listened, a soft smile lurking in his expression. His own story was a little like that, with the family member and being impressed with a nurse or doctor at a young age.

"I guess there's up and downs to everything. You just have to hold out for the good times, to get through the bad," he nodded, appreciative of Carla's openness with such a subject. It made him feel a little better about this, that maybe he wouldn't burn out so quickly (the figurative way, of course; Peter had already done the literal way).

Peter stood and made his way to the next bed, refilling the hypodermic with the same amount he'd seen Carla use, and began attending the next patient. ...Which was the yellow blob. Did this thing even have arms? Or, failing that, veins of any kind?

[carlaespinosa]

For a second, Carla just sat there, thinking. Kind of lost in her own brain, to be honest, or she'd have been more helpful. What Peter said - it made a scary kind of sense.

She was in some freaking castle in the middle of Scotland. Turk...wasn't here. Wasn't going to be here, by the look of things. That relationship, whatever it might have been, was done, now. As for Cox... Carla couldn't deny there was something there. But the question had always been, could she play second-fiddle to Jordan? Could she live with the fact that the man she was choosing to be with, the man she possibly loved, would leave her in a heartbeat for someone else

[likeabadpenny]

While Carla was silent, Peter was spending a considerable amount of time furrowing his eyebrows at the yellow blob in the bed. Seriously, what was this thing, and where was a vein? They'd never studied 'blobs' in med school

[carlaespinosa]

Head bent over the patient, Carla smiled quickly, her fingers expertly manipulating The Cheat's flipper-like hands to expose a vein. "Well, I can only promise you three out of four. Especially if we're having tequila." The Cheat was injected with the potion, and Carla moved on to the next bed. Which held Robin. The puck seemed to be worse off than any of the other patients, and Carla paused for a moment, lips turning down into a worried frown.

"This better work," she muttered under her breath. Not so much a threat against Lily as genuine concern for her patient. The tourniquet was applied and Carla held the puck's arm down gently. "You'd better do the actual injection, Thumper. God knows he tends to buck the sleeping potion like no one else. Don't want him flailing around again with a needle in his arm. I'll make sure he doesn't move."