007 ~ One hospital is like another [Action/Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

[So, it's time for work!

And, after a long and complicated Métro ride into the centre of Paris, and a bus to the banks of the Seine, Dr. Carson Beckett finally finds Saint-Pierre Infirmerie, where he was supposed to be working as a locum A&E doctor. He flops in behind his desk, making sure his pager is easily viewable, should he be called to an emergency, and takes out his journal.]

So, who else is starting their first day in Paris without being able to read or speak a bloody word of French?

Aye, everyone here speaks English, but I swear they're bloody talking about me behind my back... And all the labels are in French, too.

((OOC: Feel free to come into A&E with some odd injuries, or to just bug him. Open for voice over journal, or action at the hospital. Also, happy to forward-date, if wanted. Carson is also on-call, so happy to accept random calls in the middle of the night, either by journal or phone!))

Comments

Dictated

[fatedtobehated.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, there's a familiar voice.]

If it's any consolation, Dr.Beckett...I don't understand or speak french either. So I know how you feel. Heh.

Dictated

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

All the medicines seem to be fine. I can go by chemical or brand-name, but it's the normal stuff like salene...

It's just so bloody complicated.

[He had a nose about the store cupboards and the Pharmacy to get a decent bearing]

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

I do.

[Bored voice]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

You do?

Do you know what an intravenous drip is in French?

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Guess who comes limping in late Monday evening?]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[Carson yawns as he's at the A&E lobby's coffee machine. The doors open, and he glances over. Another person with a limp, huh? They were becoming more and mo-

Wait a second.]

Bloody hell, you're bleeding!

[his coffee is left in the machine, as Carson runs over, calling to a few of the idle nurses nearby.]

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[Gren is waking up in his hospital room today. Which is confusing, since it doesn't look like the clinic he's been in for the last week, though his memory is rather hazy. Maybe he was moved.

He feels far more alert than he has in awhile, so he attempts to sit up, wincing a bit at the pain in his abdomen. Clearly, he had some healing left to do, as a quick pass of his hand over his midsection reveals.

He's not sure how to feel about being quite suddenly alive when he should have been dead, but he'll deal with that after he deals with the more pressing issue of being, frankly, starving]

Anyone here?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[Carson is nearby, replacing the IV drip of another patient, when he hears a familiar voice.

He's been keeping an eye on Gren since his admission into the Paradisa clinic, so that's not going to change here. He finishes his check-up and moves over to stand by Gren's bed.]

You're awake. Thank god, I'd hoped the move didn't do anything...

How're you feeling?

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[Wandering in with a slight limp. He'd used his own field medicine to patch up the dog bite, but he knew he'd be in it from Carolina if he didn't get it professionally looked at; that had been a big dog.]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[It takes a while, about an hour and a half, for a doctor to come, and that man is Dr. Beckett.

He's squinting at the form.]

Uh...Monsieur Dogbite?

[Odd name, even for a Frenchman.]

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

[Cue House talking about Carson (embarrassing things and without mentioning Carson's name) to a nurse. In French. She laughs and House shrugs at Carson.]

I'm not actually sure what I said. 'Ananas' is pineapple, isn't it?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

I don't bloody know...

[He goes back to staring at his pager for a few moments in silence, trying to remember Sixth Form French...]

It might be. All I know is how to order tea.

Action!

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[As promised, she's heading into the hospital after the matinee performance, somewhere closer to 5pm and at this point she's running completely on fumes. What random hours of sleep she'd gotten during the week, due to the schedule worked out between Maine and York, were not enough to help her manage to fully function on one hour of sleep that first night in Paris. Combined with a full morning of rehearsal and one performance (and another one coming that night), Carolina was ready to sleep like a brick.

She needs to see her file and what might possibly be contained in it because honestly she knows what kinds of injuries can come from dancing.]

I'm here to see my file. File. Papier. [Trying to talk in English to the receptionist.]

Action forever~

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[The receptionist stares blankly back at Carolina. She then turns to the other receptionist and blathers something to her in French, containing the words 'l'anglais' and 'docteur Beckett'.

Carolina is then pointed at the waiting area]

Action

[technohap.livejournal.com]

[Henry walks in carrying a little device.] Here. It might help you out.

Action forever

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[Carson is currently filling out a patient's paperwork, when he looks up, frowning at the object]

What is it?

Action (so late fff)

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[Rory is a staff nurse in A&E, and currently he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off: attending to injuries, processing new arrivals, helping set a fractured wrist, giving a young boy stitches... busy day on the ward?]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[Very busy, especialy if you have a locum doctor who can speak not a word of French beyond ordering tea, and that was in a Scottish accent.

He's currently tending to a five-year old boy who's swallowed some bleach, checking down his throat for chemical burns.]

Uh... [He pokes his head out of the door]

I need someone to organise a stomach-pump?

[He gets a blank look from the French nurse.]

Action - also backdating to like the 23rd, 'cause looool. >>

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[It was late, sure, and not something Rookie usually cared to put into perspective as he sluggishly made his way up to Carson's door. The hand that wasn't currently hanging lifelessly down by his side moving to give a couple of knocks, after placing the card he had been holding as a reference to the address between his teeth temporarily.

He was still irritated about the events that happened a couple hours ago, though. That and having to take a taxi all the way down here, especially when he was still grudgingly trying to convince himself that this was a good idea, did not really do much for his mood at the moment.]

Action forever~ <3

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, it was Carson who answered, and not one of his housemates. He looks like he just woke up, but was still fully dressed. He takes one look at Rookie and swears under his breath.]

Bloody hell...

[He pauses] Paradisa, right? Come in, we need to get you bloody seen to.

Dictated

[fatedtobehated.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, there's a familiar voice.]

If it's any consolation, Dr.Beckett...I don't understand or speak french either. So I know how you feel. Heh.

Dictated

[atadiscoverer]

All the medicines seem to be fine. I can go by chemical or brand-name, but it's the normal stuff like salene...

It's just so bloody complicated.

[He had a nose about the store cupboards and the Pharmacy to get a decent bearing]

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

I do.

[Bored voice]

[atadiscoverer]

You do?

Do you know what an intravenous drip is in French?

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Guess who comes limping in late Monday evening?]

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson yawns as he's at the A&E lobby's coffee machine. The doors open, and he glances over. Another person with a limp, huh? They were becoming more and mo-

Wait a second.]

Bloody hell, you're bleeding!

[his coffee is left in the machine, as Carson runs over, calling to a few of the idle nurses nearby.]

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[Gren is waking up in his hospital room today. Which is confusing, since it doesn't look like the clinic he's been in for the last week, though his memory is rather hazy. Maybe he was moved.

He feels far more alert than he has in awhile, so he attempts to sit up, wincing a bit at the pain in his abdomen. Clearly, he had some healing left to do, as a quick pass of his hand over his midsection reveals.

He's not sure how to feel about being quite suddenly alive when he should have been dead, but he'll deal with that after he deals with the more pressing issue of being, frankly, starving]

Anyone here?

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson is nearby, replacing the IV drip of another patient, when he hears a familiar voice.

He's been keeping an eye on Gren since his admission into the Paradisa clinic, so that's not going to change here. He finishes his check-up and moves over to stand by Gren's bed.]

You're awake. Thank god, I'd hoped the move didn't do anything...

How're you feeling?

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[Wandering in with a slight limp. He'd used his own field medicine to patch up the dog bite, but he knew he'd be in it from Carolina if he didn't get it professionally looked at; that had been a big dog.]

[atadiscoverer]

[It takes a while, about an hour and a half, for a doctor to come, and that man is Dr. Beckett.

He's squinting at the form.]

Uh...Monsieur Dogbite?

[Odd name, even for a Frenchman.]

[stateofatrophy.livejournal.com]

[Cue House talking about Carson (embarrassing things and without mentioning Carson's name) to a nurse. In French. She laughs and House shrugs at Carson.]

I'm not actually sure what I said. 'Ananas' is pineapple, isn't it?

[atadiscoverer]

I don't bloody know...

[He goes back to staring at his pager for a few moments in silence, trying to remember Sixth Form French...]

It might be. All I know is how to order tea.

Action!

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[As promised, she's heading into the hospital after the matinee performance, somewhere closer to 5pm and at this point she's running completely on fumes. What random hours of sleep she'd gotten during the week, due to the schedule worked out between Maine and York, were not enough to help her manage to fully function on one hour of sleep that first night in Paris. Combined with a full morning of rehearsal and one performance (and another one coming that night), Carolina was ready to sleep like a brick.

She needs to see her file and what might possibly be contained in it because honestly she knows what kinds of injuries can come from dancing.]

I'm here to see my file. File. Papier. [Trying to talk in English to the receptionist.]

Action forever~

[atadiscoverer]

[The receptionist stares blankly back at Carolina. She then turns to the other receptionist and blathers something to her in French, containing the words 'l'anglais' and 'docteur Beckett'.

Carolina is then pointed at the waiting area]

Action

[technohap.livejournal.com]

[Henry walks in carrying a little device.] Here. It might help you out.

Action forever

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson is currently filling out a patient's paperwork, when he looks up, frowning at the object]

What is it?

Action (so late fff)

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[Rory is a staff nurse in A&E, and currently he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off: attending to injuries, processing new arrivals, helping set a fractured wrist, giving a young boy stitches... busy day on the ward?]

[atadiscoverer]

[Very busy, especialy if you have a locum doctor who can speak not a word of French beyond ordering tea, and that was in a Scottish accent.

He's currently tending to a five-year old boy who's swallowed some bleach, checking down his throat for chemical burns.]

Uh... [He pokes his head out of the door]

I need someone to organise a stomach-pump?

[He gets a blank look from the French nurse.]

Action - also backdating to like the 23rd, 'cause looool. >>

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[It was late, sure, and not something Rookie usually cared to put into perspective as he sluggishly made his way up to Carson's door. The hand that wasn't currently hanging lifelessly down by his side moving to give a couple of knocks, after placing the card he had been holding as a reference to the address between his teeth temporarily.

He was still irritated about the events that happened a couple hours ago, though. That and having to take a taxi all the way down here, especially when he was still grudgingly trying to convince himself that this was a good idea, did not really do much for his mood at the moment.]

Action forever~ <3

[atadiscoverer]

[Luckily, it was Carson who answered, and not one of his housemates. He looks like he just woke up, but was still fully dressed. He takes one look at Rookie and swears under his breath.]

Bloody hell...

[He pauses] Paradisa, right? Come in, we need to get you bloody seen to.