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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[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[He moves to carefully pull Gren into a sitting position.]

We'll get you some food, and some more painkillers, that'll help. Maybe lower the dosage a bit.

[That's if he can remember the French for "morphine".]

Uh, excusez-moi, infirmière...

[And, Carson starts to try and explain to the nurse that Gren needed food.

He's eventually successful.]

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[Maybe it was a little mercy on the castle's part, but Gren actually understood all of that, including poor Carson's stilted French. He's not sure how this is possible, though]

Why the French? I'm not sure...but I don't remember anyone talking in French before.

[He ran a hand over his hair] I don't remember understand French, either.

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Uh...

[Oh, gee. Time to explain something he barely knows himself.]

We're in Paris. the castle moved us here, from what I can understand. And you must be one of the lucky ones that the castle made able to understand.

[He grins slightly] When you're feeling better, you can help me translate, aye?

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[He smiled back] I guess so.

[He frowned just slightly, trying to remember what anyone had said about a castle during his stay in the clinic]

I'm still not really sure what happened, though. One minute I was in my ship, then the next I was back in the snow, and then I ended up in your clinic, right?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

I think the castle might've pulled you from your ship.

[Carson moves to sit down at Gren's bedside.] A woman called...Julia brought you up to the clinic, and we had to perform emergency surgery to stop some internal bleeding.

[A pause] We've had to keep you heavily sedated since then, give your body a wee while to heal.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[Julia. So he hadn't dreamed her]

Is she here?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

If she's in Paris, I don't know, but she was definately in Paradisa.

I can see if she answers the journal, if you want?

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[Another tilt of his head]

Journal?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Uh...

[He turns to the little bedside table sat next to most of the beds on the ward and digs out a journal]

It's what we use to communicate around the castle.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

But...it's a book.

Action and filtered to Gren.

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

It's magic. Or holds some sort of technology we don't know about. Here, let me show you...

[He opens Gren's journal, setting it on the guy's lap, before taking out his own, and a pen, writing the following.]

Hello.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[Gren makes a slight face at the mention of magic, but he's quickly fascinated as the words appear in his own journal]

That's incredible.

So...I could send her a message this way?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Aye, you can write filters in, and the journal'll even pick up voice, too, so careful what you say when it's open.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[He nods]

Thank you. I'll give it a try later.

[closes his journal and stares at his name on the cover]

How strange...

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Aye, it's odd, but I'm certain you'll get used to the way things are done in this place.

I'm probably not the best person to ask, though. Only been here for two weeks.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose you know why we're here?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

No, and I don't think anyone knows.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

'Least I'm not alone, then.

So, what now, Doc?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Well, it'll be a few more minutes for your food. Now we're in an actual hospital, I'll see about a painkiller that won't make you drowsy.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

That would be nice. I feel like I've been sleeping forever. How long has it been?

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Just a few days.

[The nurse comes over with some food, and Carson helps wheel the little table over so Gren can eat]

I'll leave you to it, if you want. You can call me over the journal, or hit the button here... [He points it out] And someone will be right there with you.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[He nods]

Thanks, doctor. I won't keep you. I, uh, didn't get your name, by the way.

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[It completely slipped his mind, too!]

Beckett. Carson Beckett.

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

A pleasure then, Dr. Beckett. And thank you...for your help.

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

My pleasure. It's what I'm here for.

[Carson smiles, as he stands and stretches a bit.]

I'll see you later. I'll go and source out that painkiller.