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[charmandsmiles]

Who: The Ninth Doctor charmandsmiles, Jackie Pascal jackiepascal, Carlisle Cullen suckerdoc, and Ino ireadurmind
What: Jackie needs medical attention after attempting to end her life for two weeks because of her brother's death.
When: Directly after this thread.
Where: The clinic
Rating: PG-13

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[suckerdoc]

Carlisle had been just about to leave the clinic to go and find Jackie when he saw the Doctor enter the clinic with her in his arms. Noting the blood on her wrists, he let out a surprisingly relieved sigh. "Bring her over to here," he murmured, motioning to the closest bed.

[jackiepascal]

When she had been picked up in bed, she'd been just barely with it. Everything was blurry, and she as having trouble keeping her eyes open. She felt safe in the Doctor's arms and she held on to him as best she could as she was brought quickly to the clinic. She made out the Doctor's voice and the other doctor saying something about bed. Ugh, why wasn't she just dead already.

She was nearly passed out, but she kept calling out for her brother.

[charmandsmiles]

The Doctor set her down carefully on the bed, checking her pulse and listening to her heartbeat with a stethoscope he pulled out of his jacket pocket. He's about to say something, but stops when she cries out for her brother, turning his attention to her. "Jackie, it'll be alright. I bet he's watching over you, yeah?"

[suckerdoc]

While he may have wanted to go and find one of the healers that could use magic or other such things to heal her wrists up good as new, Carlisle knew there wasn't exactly much time for that with how much blood she seemed to have lost already. He watched the other Doctor find her pulse, glad that he didn't have to do all of the work, as he pulled out his doctor kit and rummaged about for some needles.

"I assume you don't have any healing powers or you wouldn't have had to bring her here," he said with an arched brow. He shuffled through some drawers, eventually finding the liquid he'd been searching for. Filling one of the needles with it, he placed it into the cut, injecting it the anesthetic inside of it quickly.

He glanced up at the Doctor again as he threaded the needle. "Do you know how to determine blood type? If you can find out hers, there's stored blood over there," he jerked his head in the general direction, "and you can get the matching type for her. It'll save time and get her to recovering faster."