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[EVENT] Consultations and Follow-up Care

Jan 10, 2010 09:54

Who: Patients: Belarus flaxenflowers, Denmark yndigt_land, Egypt misriyun, France andouillette, Germany das_vaterland, Iceland til_himnarikis, Japan therisingsun, Latvia baidos, South Italy cuori_di_ferro, Russia scarf, Ukraine oncetheedge. Staff: Dr. Joseph Gaither sanctuary_docs and Nurse Vivien Bekkali sanctuary_npcs.
What: Follow-up visits and consultations with Dr. Gaither and Nurse Vivien.
When: 10 January 1946, morning.
Where: The infirmary.
Rating: Keeping it PG for now, considering ( Read more... )

belarus, japan, iceland, npc; doc; gaither, latvia, france, ukraine, germany, south italy, npc; nurse; bekkali, russia, denmark, egypt

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BELARUS sanctuary_npcs January 10 2010, 14:55:44 UTC

In her usual way, Lisa waltzed merrily up to the door of Natalia Arlovskaya, who was on her list of patients who were to see the doctor. She had knocked upon that poor patient's door, greeted them with more cheer than any normal human should ever exert so early in the morning, and dragged that poor soul to the infirmary where she eagerly dumped them off. The only person in the clean and somewhat comfy-looking room was the doctor himself. Lisa smiled and closed the door behind her, hoping the patient would behave for their new doctor.

BELARUS flaxenflowers January 13 2010, 01:47:51 UTC

Byelorussia had not gone happily when the nurse had come to take her. Oh no, she had glared and stated her disapproval many a time, but the cheery nurse had done nothing but ignore her annoyance and smile so happily at her. (Ugh.) If the nurse had not taken control of her wheelchair, she would've just stomped back to her room, locked the door, and refused to come out period. Pity she didn't do that in the beginning. Quite frankly, she was tired, and the extra sleep would have been nice - if it was not for the annoying happy nurse that carted her away from her nice warm bed and into this failure of an office.

Byelorussia sat quietly in the doctor's office though, eying her new surroundings very carefully. The last "doctor" she had come in contact with did not exactly like her very much, and Byelorussia quite frankly did not like any of the doctors or staff. So, she decided, as soon as the doctor spoke, she would leave. She did not need to hear any of his nonsense or falsehoods. She sat up straight as she could in her chair, getting ( ... )

BELARUS sanctuary_docs January 14 2010, 20:57:51 UTC

Ah, the first patient of the day! The sound of the door was pleasant to his ears and after giving a final look over the record he had been reading, he turned in his chair to find none other than one of the pair that had attacked that horrible excuse for a physician last year. He wasn't sure if he should be happy or fretful over that ordeal, but he opted to just pretend that it was none of his business, even though the thought of the whole ordeal (including Huan's reactions towards him treating his wounds) made him inwardly happy.

"Good morning, Miss Arlovskaya," he said, giving her a wholly professional smile, "how are you feeling today?" He indicated her as a whole as she sat in her wheelchair. Poor girl, he thought solemnly for but a moment before remembering that this was the girl that had managed to stab Huan successfully. Granted, Huan was not the strongest man in the world, but that devil was always prepared to do battle with death with whatever was in his possession. The doctor would not go so far as to call Huan "brave ( ... )

BELARUS flaxenflowers January 15 2010, 07:32:40 UTC

Byelorussia had been fully prepared to leave - especially at the mention of that stupid human name - and was lowering her hands on her wheels to push herself out of there, but then he mentioned that horrible man. She instead stiffened, and glared, her eyes turning as sharp as the knife that pierced that fool's knee. "I am fine. He did not injure me too badly," she snapped, absentmindedly allowing her hand to travel to her side, where the wound was healing. "I am only glad I had done far more damage to him."

Her eyes flickered to the door briefly - she did want to leave, but this chair was annoying her. A lot. And while she hated this place and these people, this doctor seemed to have enough sense to think that Huan was a fool as well. She stayed put, still not pleased with the whole thing, but perhaps this man could finally get her out of this horrible chair. She gave him a level stare as an answer, hoping he'd realize that she was fine with him - for now.

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DENMARK sanctuary_npcs January 10 2010, 14:56:57 UTC

In her usual way, Lisa waltzed merrily up to the door of Lauritz Andresen, who was on her list of patients who were to see the doctor. She had knocked upon that poor patient's door, greeted them with more cheer than any normal human should ever exert so early in the morning, and dragged that poor soul to the infirmary where she eagerly dumped them off. The only person in the clean and somewhat comfy-looking room was the doctor himself. Lisa smiled and closed the door behind her, hoping the patient would behave for their new doctor.

Re: DENMARK yndigt_land January 17 2010, 05:39:55 UTC

"Leave me alone!" was all the answer Lisa got from Denmark, until, that is, she decided to bodily move him to the infirmary. After a few moments of looking at the determined nurse tug him along, Denmark felt resigned. This, at least, was something a little bit different than the day in, day out feeling of being lost in a fog brought on by his medication.

He stood, even a little reserved, as he looked at the doctor whom he had last seen leading Norge as he carried Island to the infirmary -- and when Denmark had been utterly useless to do anything. He looked at the doctor, expression drawn into a slight pout.

"So what do you want?"

Re: DENMARK sanctuary_docs January 20 2010, 22:32:58 UTC

Ah, another patient who had done injury to that quack from China. The doctor swiveled in his chair to make eye contact with the Dane. "Good morning, Mr. Andresen," he said with a smile, hopefully looking not as cheerful as Nurse Lisa. "Please have a seat, I asked you here so we could talk about how your medication is working."

Re: DENMARK yndigt_land January 21 2010, 15:26:12 UTC

This guy . . . he came off so serious at first, but when he smiled he actually looked friendly, unlike when Huan smiled and you thought Huan was going to kill you. Still, sometimes a few of the nurses actually looked friendly when they smiled too, but they were beasts - real, honestly to goodness terrifying people. He rubbed his shoulder a little, which still hurt enough from his ordeal with the orderly dislocating it and all.

That had started things. And now this doctor, a real medical doctor, was asking him how it was going. Sedatives or not, he was a little excited to tell the man his true feelings.

"I. . . hnn, I hate them!" he spat out, before he even realized it the words had simply flown free and he barely restrained himself from dropping to his knees next to this doctor's chair and begging the man. He cleared his throat.

"I mean, if there is any way I could stop taking them, I think I'd feel a lot better. . . "

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EGYPT sanctuary_npcs January 10 2010, 14:57:56 UTC

In her usual way, Lisa waltzed merrily up to the door of Gupta Muhammad Hassan, who was on her list of patients who were to see the doctor. She had knocked upon that poor patient's door, greeted them with more cheer than any normal human should ever exert so early in the morning, and dragged that poor soul to the infirmary where she eagerly dumped them off. The only person in the clean and somewhat comfy-looking room was the doctor himself. Lisa smiled and closed the door behind her, hoping the patient would behave for their new doctor.

EGYPT misriyun January 10 2010, 17:41:38 UTC

He had already been awake, lucky for the nurse. Egypt was up normally early in the morning, ready for the day at least by sunrise because that's when the prayer would sound through his land and he knew that this was something that was important to his people and therefore something important to himself. Murmuring the memorized words to himself, when the door sounded, he stopped and turned to see the smiling woman there. It was nice to see someone so pleasant in the morning but Egypt gave her no indication of this as they walked down the hallways in the quiet and emotionless state he found himself in perpetually. He said nothing, his breaths were barely audible as he approached the room where he was lead within and left within, her exit hardly noticeable or cared for as the Egyptian looked around his surroundings ( ... )

EGYPT sanctuary_docs January 10 2010, 19:13:48 UTC

The doctor had heard the door open then shut, but he had barely registered it for the longest time. He expected some sort of noise, human or not, but when given nothing, he assumed that it must have been a nurse coming in to get something and then leaving. For a long moment, he ignored the sensation of eyes upon his as he read the file in front of him, thinking it more his imagination than anything else, but as the sensation persisted, he had no choice but to frown at the line he was reading. Perhaps it was a patient to see him? The doctor turned, greeted by a mysterious-looking figure with dark skin. He stared for a moment, that frown fidgeting into a strange sort of line as he tried to remember this one's name. It was something foreign, like everyone else's, but who ( ... )

EGYPT misriyun January 10 2010, 19:20:06 UTC

Even if the name would have been his actual name, Egypt would have not been insulted by the forgetfulness of the professional before him. He was content within his own thoughts that it was not the Chinese man that greeted him, nor the darkness of that room once upon a time, but still, the civilian bothered him simply that he was continuing the charade of all this nonsense. His hands tingled slightly from his proclaimed therapy the other day, but it was rude to deny a hand, so with his right hand he shook the mans hand but in no means a secure and friendly greeting, one that was coldly professional while no words escaped his mouth. There was no kindness or welcome that exuded his features and he simply remained silent, standing there and judging the doctor called Gaither whom he was certain was as false as this entire show that was being put on for the nations of the world.

A failure of a performance.

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FRANCE sanctuary_npcs January 10 2010, 14:58:35 UTC

In her usual way, Lisa waltzed merrily up to the door of Francis Bonnefoy, who was on her list of patients who were to see the doctor. She had knocked upon that poor patient's door, greeted them with more cheer than any normal human should ever exert so early in the morning, and dragged that poor soul to the infirmary where she eagerly dumped them off. The only person in the clean and somewhat comfy-looking room was the doctor himself. Lisa smiled and closed the door behind her, hoping the patient would behave for their new doctor.

FRANCE andouillette January 19 2010, 17:52:58 UTC

Somehow, these frequent calls to attention of late made France feel like an office worker. He'd seen the mad dashes at the newspaper offices, squabbles at the press, torn-open envelopes while somebody searched for somebody else and always, incessantly, a phone ringing in the background. Although he had fortunately witnessed those scenes only a handful of times, the ringing was still there, the sense that something was deeply wrong but remained elusive- something he had yet to find.

He never really minded, nor could refuse, any call Lisa made to him, though. Where was the harm in following a perfectly graceful lady?

They took a new path down the halls, however. France felt more bemused than apprehensive at this turnout, and although the conversation turned to their destination as topic, the answer was not pleasing. Infirmary. For that scant moment before he was ushered into the room, he wondered if that just meant more nurses or ( ... )

FRANCE sanctuary_docs January 23 2010, 15:51:49 UTC

He had heard the door open and before he could hear the sound of it closing, he heard the sound of a male voice bidding him a good morning. Considering the previous patients he had just seen, this was music to his ears! Someone with a cheery disposition was certainly wonderful to hear. He turned, laughing a little, "Yes, it normally is, but for today I'm seeing all kinds of patients ( ... )

FRANCE andouillette January 28 2010, 19:47:29 UTC

Seeing the doctor's hand extended, France was tempted-- for a fleeting moment, a thought not to be entertained-- to flatly refuse that offer and instead greet the other man in the perfectly familial French manner, that one that he grew proud of with time and even revelled in the sometimes appalled reactions the two kisses would draw.

But he ignored that thought, instead smiling and shaking that hand firmly in the most sincere of greetings. This new doctor's comment on France's popularity did not so much take him aback (of course, people talked about him all the time, but that was on a more national level...) as provoke a raised eyebrow, piqued interest. That 'certain physician' was more honestly talkative than France had given him credit for...

"Ah," he smiled, releasing the doctor's hand, "from him? I imagine the workplace must have been lively with that kind of talk in the air." He took a moment to study this newcomer's face with curiosity (what exactly had Huan been saying, for this one to recognise him?) then gave the slightest ( ... )

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GERMANY sanctuary_npcs January 10 2010, 14:59:52 UTC

In her usual way, Lisa waltzed merrily up to the door of Ludwig Walther, who was on her list of patients who were to see the doctor. She had knocked upon that poor patient's door, greeted them with more cheer than any normal human should ever exert so early in the morning, and dragged that poor soul to the infirmary where she eagerly dumped them off. The only person in the clean and somewhat comfy-looking room was the doctor himself. Lisa smiled and closed the door behind her, hoping the patient would behave for their new doctor.

Re: GERMANY das_vaterland January 18 2010, 16:09:48 UTC

Germany sat heavily in a chair, a bit resigned to the fact that he was here. If he could just sit down, it would be better than standing awkwardly in the doctor's office, and once he was comfortable in his chair, he started looking around the room. Once he was satisfied, he fixed his gaze on the doctor and never moved it.

He knew he could be intimidating, after all. Moreso than a lot of the other nations, at the very least. He tried not to let the faint feelings of worry tugging at him show on his face.

He hadn't taken his medicine for quite some time.

GERMANY sanctuary_docs January 23 2010, 15:32:28 UTC

He was acutely aware of his patient watching him, especially with an intense patience that he hadn't really seen from a majority of the patients at this facility. He finished what he was doing and turned in his chair to see who this patient patient was. An intense stare, slicked-back blond hair, eyes of a pure blue... it was the German, it had to be. He looked to be a soldier from the way he sat, posture and countenance. He wasn't sure what to really feel around him. The doctor knew that his profession dictated that he should treat all patients, no matter who they are, but what this man most likely did in the war seemed unforgivable.

He smiled anyway, as he usually did, and gave a standard greeting, "Hello, you must be... Ludwig Walther, correct?" He lifted himself from his seat and walked over to the man, trying to keep whatever prejudices he might have held to himself. "My name is Dr. Gaither and I'm the new medical physician. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Re: GERMANY das_vaterland January 23 2010, 17:07:17 UTC

Germany hesitated, then held out his hand to take the other's and give it a firm shake. That was okay, he supposed, if the man wanted to be cordial. He could do cordial; he could be so polite and well-behaved it was unsettling to others. He sat straight in the chair and set his hands in his lap with purposefully, always watching the doctor with his careful attention.

"Yes, that is my name." He replied quietly, but with a firmness underlying that let the doctor know that he wasn't in the mood for trifling. He didn't want to argue about the fact that he was the country Germany and he didn't have a human name and it was pointless to tell him he was human. He could lie to them as they lied to him. He wished the doctor would just tell him what he needed to know and be done with it. Perhaps he wouldn't even have to confess that he hadn't been taking his anti-depressants.

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