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!))

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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]

Re: Action forever~

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Nope. Carolina is not a waiter. She does not sit and wait. So, here she is trying to get her point across clearer.]

Yes. Oui. Doctor Beckett.

[atadiscoverer]

[The receptionist just stares back]

Un moment, madame, s'il vous plaît.

[Another point to the waiting room]

[And it's at this point that Carson comes walking into the reception area, pager in hand, and nose-deep into a clip-board.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Not sitting, Carolina notices someone exiting into the reception area.]

Doctor. Need to see my file. [She's starting to get more and more curt the longer she's standing around doing nothing.]

[atadiscoverer]

[distracted at the familiar voice, he looks up.]

Oh! Aye. File, gotcha.

[He hands the clipboard to the receptionist, and going behind the desk to the rows and rows of files]

I'll need your full name.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Well, shit. Carolina scrubs a hand across her face. This is not something she wants to share.]

I can look for it myself.

[atadiscoverer]

I'm sorry, but non-authorised personnel aren't allowed in the records room. Data Protection Act.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Frowning. Taking a breath.] Last name M-A-R-K-H-E-S. Don't read the first name on the file itself. [Firmly.]

[atadiscoverer]

[Kinda hard to do, but eh. It takes Carson a while before he comes back, file open.]

Anything specific you're looking for? These files are coded so the computers will recognise them when scanned, it's a wee bit complicated.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

Tearing of any ligaments, dislocations, especially of the leg. [Still not disclosing more than she has to.]

[atadiscoverer]

It says heeere...

[he flips through the file.]

A ruptured metatarsal, several sprained ankles, broken toes, you've snapped your achilles tendon a few times... Aaaanndd...

[Flip, flip, flip] Broken your leg. Twice.

[He then gives Carolina a look.] You're a dancer, aren't you?

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

You're not to speak a word of this to anyone. [Stonily and firmly.]

[atadiscoverer]

Of course not. Why do you think the files are locked away?

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

The policy here doesn't cover my teammates. Don't mention it to them.

[atadiscoverer]

No, but each doctor signs a hippocratic oath. Patient/Doctor confidentiality.

Plus, everyone's human. No-one can get in at these records.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

Not everyone. [Slow shake of her head before realizing that maybe she's on the far side of 'too tired'. ]

[atadiscoverer]

You look exhausted. [Carson points out.]

...If you want, I can look after this personally. [He taps the file]

You can trust me. I promise.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

I'd rather have it in my own hands. [Unfortunately, she doesn't trust him with her personal file. Not yet.]

[atadiscoverer]

Sorry, but I'm not allowed to do that. Those are the rules.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Carolina goes silent for a moment or two. ]

I'm not going to repeat myself.

[atadiscoverer]

And neither am I. The file stays here, I'm sorry.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's going to have to think of a compromise.]

It stays out of the files.

[atadiscoverer]

I don't see a problem with that. These files'll likely disappear when we go back to the castle.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Nodding.]

If any information from that file gets out, you're a dead man. [And she's not taking those words lightly either. She knows what they mean and imply.]