Dean looked up from where he was in the middle of cleaning the cart he had pulled aside to change dressings on the infirmary's two in-patients. The pain in his jaw was manageable now after the last day and half of chewing on OTCs pain medication like it was bubble gum. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror at one point this morning while back in his room getting cleaned up and grimaced at the ugly bruise now darkening his right jaw.
Shaving was on hold until he could stand just touching the tender spot with his own fingers.
"Returning guest. Bad wake up call." Dean answered the red-head that crept in. She looked rather odd in her fancy dress, which oddly matched the drapes from the lounge for some reason.
He tossed the dirty bandages into the trash. "Can I help you miss?"
"I was wondering if I could help you." Giselle told the young man earnestly. "I'm Giselle," she introduced herself with a smile. She looked around and saw many different injuries. "That must have been some wake up call." She gave a light laugh. "Is there something I could do?"
She stepped closer to the man and noticed the bruise. "Oh goodness, you should put ice on that." She reached toward the injured area, but did not touch it. She knew it probably hurt. "Is there ice somewhere?"
Martha walked in a few minutes later. She had reached the point where she could walk around now, though she had rather limited mobility with her arms. And the most she could do for stretching was deep breathing exercises. She was still wearing her makeshift button down... a teeshirt cut off center and safety pinned together.
"Dean." she nodded to the hunter. She looked to the girl. "Hello, you're... new," she said taking in the dresses that looked like the lounge drapes. "Is there something you needed?"
Dean narrowed his gaze a little at her, leaning ever so slightly away from her fingers that were determined to touch his face. "You...must be new here." He said. "And I'll put ice on this...when I'm done cleaning up here." He placed the tools he had used into a bath of alcohol and peeled off the latex gloves he was wearing
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Martha nodded. "So we take it down in intervals," she said quietly. "I'd rather the pain not be there, but this is... worrisome. I don't like seeing people this looped out on pain."
She smiled a little then. "At least he's taking his medication. I had to force the naproxen on Jack. I'm adjusting the dosage to 10% less than what we're currently giving him," she murmured, making the proper notations on the chart. "Administration is the same," she added.
Dean looked at her, his eyes showing that he understood and then returned to his tasks. He set back to work, heading to the closet to pull out fresh linens. They would have to wait for Jack to wake up, but maybe they could get Julian on his feet for the few minutes it would take for Dean to strip the bed and lay down new sheets.
He carried the pile and a clean pillow over to the other side of Julian's bed, offering Giselle a polite smile as he came back. "While you're up, Jude, you want to get this out of the way?" He asked.
Giselle smiled at the kind man. He looked like he was in pain, but he clearly was braving it. "Oh, you'd be welcome there." He would be interesting animated. "In the Land of Fantasy all the fairy tales are true and happily ever after is something everyone seeks." Her smile faded just slightly, "though once you get it, it may not seem so happy." She was more convinced than ever that Edward was not meant to be her happily ever after.
She stepped aside as Dean mentioned getting Julian up to clean his bed. She looked at Julian and asked: "Would you like me to help you get up and perhaps try to walk a little bit?"
Julian was enthralled and wanted to hear more of what Giselle had to say, especially her views on happiness, but Dean wanted to change his linens, which needed it badly. A fresh gown would help him feel better as well, so he gave Dean and Giselle a small smile and nodded. "Yes, that would be nice. I could use a fresh gown too, thanks." He could do with a bath too, but he didn't want to push his luck.
As he moved to raise himself up to get into a sitting position, he realized it was much easier said than done. It was a lot more painful than he expected and he looked up at them, apprehension taking his smile away. "Working ... on it..." What was he always telling his patients? Take your time, Bashir. It's not a race.
In spite of his condition, he could tell Martha was in pain and he felt the familiar pang of guilt deep in his gut. This was as much his fault as it was the hotel's, but he was not going to let the others know he was still feeling responsible. It wouldn't do any good to dwell on it anyway.
He addressed all of them at once as he sagged into Dean, his energy spent. "Thank you. I thought I was up to a walk around."
When he got to the bed, he eased down to a sitting position and allowed Dean to slide him back against the headboard. He bit his bottom lip against the pain and wiped more sweat from his forehead.
"Thanks - all of you." He sighed and tried to take deep, steady breaths.
Martha helped transfer Julian into Dean's arms. Though help was a really broad sense of the term. Dean pretty much did all the work and she stood there. When Giselle asked if she could do anything, Martha murmured, "Some ice would be helpful. There's ice packs in the freezer there."
She turned and hobbled her way back to Julian. "So you said there was pain while you were up, but you're relatively OK when you're horizontal?" she asked as she leaned heavily on another table. She casually looked around for a chair, and happily sat down when she found one near by.
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Shaving was on hold until he could stand just touching the tender spot with his own fingers.
"Returning guest. Bad wake up call." Dean answered the red-head that crept in. She looked rather odd in her fancy dress, which oddly matched the drapes from the lounge for some reason.
He tossed the dirty bandages into the trash. "Can I help you miss?"
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She stepped closer to the man and noticed the bruise. "Oh goodness, you should put ice on that." She reached toward the injured area, but did not touch it. She knew it probably hurt. "Is there ice somewhere?"
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"Dean." she nodded to the hunter. She looked to the girl. "Hello, you're... new," she said taking in the dresses that looked like the lounge drapes. "Is there something you needed?"
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She smiled a little then. "At least he's taking his medication. I had to force the naproxen on Jack. I'm adjusting the dosage to 10% less than what we're currently giving him," she murmured, making the proper notations on the chart. "Administration is the same," she added.
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He carried the pile and a clean pillow over to the other side of Julian's bed, offering Giselle a polite smile as he came back. "While you're up, Jude, you want to get this out of the way?" He asked.
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She stepped aside as Dean mentioned getting Julian up to clean his bed. She looked at Julian and asked: "Would you like me to help you get up and perhaps try to walk a little bit?"
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As he moved to raise himself up to get into a sitting position, he realized it was much easier said than done. It was a lot more painful than he expected and he looked up at them, apprehension taking his smile away. "Working ... on it..." What was he always telling his patients? Take your time, Bashir. It's not a race.
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He addressed all of them at once as he sagged into Dean, his energy spent. "Thank you. I thought I was up to a walk around."
When he got to the bed, he eased down to a sitting position and allowed Dean to slide him back against the headboard. He bit his bottom lip against the pain and wiped more sweat from his forehead.
"Thanks - all of you." He sighed and tried to take deep, steady breaths.
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She turned and hobbled her way back to Julian. "So you said there was pain while you were up, but you're relatively OK when you're horizontal?" she asked as she leaned heavily on another table. She casually looked around for a chair, and happily sat down when she found one near by.
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