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

[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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[He does not want to sit still, not for needles. For needles he wants to hurl people across the room. BUT, Boss says to sit still, so he'll sit still. He takes the form and follows Carolina and Carson, not without a fair amount of grumbling on the matter.]

[And just look at all the fucks he gives.

When they get to the room, Carson points to a bed.]

Lie down, lift your trouser leg, and let me take a look.

[No messing]

[Carolina keeps a firm eye on Maine as Carson leads them to a room. She pulls a seat up near the bed so she's close enough to smack either of them if anything funny happens. There's no protection for either of them. :|]

[Dammit he can feel her watching him.]

[He pulls himself up onto the table with a grumble (and a groan from the table), pulls up his pantleg, and starts to undo his own wrapping. YUP it got infected.]

[Carson wrinkles his nose at the smell, and sighs in exasperation]

It's bloody infected. I told you.

[He turns and sticks his head outside, managing to collar an English speaking nurse and relaying some specific instructions]

We'll need antibiotics, a blood screening to see what else your bloody negligence has exposed your body to, an IV drip of drugs, including a tetanus vaccination.

[He eyes that infected leg] I can't stitch it up until the infection's gone, either.

[Carolina looks over at Maine with a 'what the hell is wrong with you' expression. Infected? Had he not even taken care of it in the slightest? ]

Can't you wash it out with out with disinfectant? [Because lol that's how microbiology works. :B She really doesn't know about septicemia or bacteremia. Regardless, she's going to need to call work and tell them she can't be there for the evening performance.]

[HE shrugs at her. He tried, but it wasn't really convenient in the apartment and he didn't really notice it when he was sitting in his car. It was pain, he ignored it.]

[He glances at the Doc and nods, yeah, just throw some bleach on there he'll be fine.]

I'm afraid it's just not that simple.

If he had let me treat it before, maybe some antiseptic would have worked, but this wound needs to be flushed and anti-bacterial agents submitted intravenously.

[He sighs] Any longer and he may have developed Septacemia or Sepsis. He might have already, just not at a serious rate.

Meaning what. [Carolina's gaze has focused more on Carson, wishing she knew what that really meant. Would Maine be staying overnight, would it be worse than that? She does know there will have to be needles, which she'll deal with.]

He'll need to be kept in for monitoring, until signs of the infection abate.

No.

[Nope no uhuh no way it was hard enough to get him here in the first place. He will endure needles ~~with Carolina to beat him if he doesn't~~ but he is not staying.]

Yes. If you want to live you will. Septacema and sepsis is no joke.

[Carolina hears Maine and knows that staying in a hospital of any kind is going to be borderline impossible.]

Start what you can here, but he won't stay overnight.

[Maine just looks from one to the other. Pleasedon'tmakehimstaypleasepleaseplease. He's keeping his broad shoulders squared, trying for intimidation.]

[Have a dry look right there. He's not intimidated, he's doing his job.]

I'm sorry, but that's not how it works. We need to determine exactly what's wrong, and that doesn't happen instantly. I can rush the bloodwork through, but it's going to be at least 12 hours.

[He gives them a look. Both of them] It's going to be pointless me doing anything unless you listen to me.

[Carolina clenches her jaw at the mention of the timepoint. It was approaching 5pm, that meant overnight. Carson holding the treatment almost ransom, from Carolina's perspective at least, doesn't make her feel any better. She'd rather risk Maine having to deal with medics and needles for twelve hours than him not get treated at all.]

Twelve hours. [Nodding before looking over to Maine.] You're getting treated.

[Maine lets out a large huff of a defeated sigh, before turning to glower at Carson. Yeah, he may ~~barely~~ put up with it because Boss Said So, but he's still not happy.]

[Tough luck. Have that glower thrown right back

He turns to the nurse who had followed him in here, and, after making sure she spoke fluent English, sent her off to get the relevant antibiotics and the IV machine.

Carson, meanwhile, takes out a sterilised needle and a length of tape used to find the veins.]

I need to get the blood samples. And just because I can come up with a potential diagnosis within 12 hours doesn't mean the treatment will be that quick.

I'll start him on a prescription of general antibiotics, attempt to stop the infection any further.

[Carolina sees the needle and stands closer to Maine, ready to do what's necessary to keep him from freaking out (or as much as she can do). If she needs to hold an arm down, she'll do it. If she needs to knock him out? Well, she knows all of the pressure points on the human body.]

Then we should get started. [A little testily; she really doesn't want Maine to have to stay longer than he absolutely needs to.]

[Trust me, Carson doesn't want him here any longer than necessary, either.]

I'll try my best.

[WHOA that is a huge needle and Maine is not staying on the table, pushing off and backing against the wall with a growl. Do what you can, Carolina, he's acting on instinct.]

[Carolina watches as Maine backs up against the wall. Shit. It's already not going well. Brute force won't work, she knows that much, so she'll try a combination of talking and strength.]

Maine, this is necessary. [Reaching slowly, so so slowly for his forearm.] I need you to do this for me.

[Carson waits patiently, needle in hand. It wasn't that big...]

[Is he kidding that thung is a fucking harpoon. Maine growls lowly, he doesnt want this, isn't at all comfortable, but dammit it's not lile he can ignore Carolina. He looks at her, pleadingly. That needle is some pretty scary shit.]

[Carolina forces herself to ignore that pleading look. This had to get done and there was no room for waiting, really. She slowly wraps her fingers around his forearm.]

Maine. [Her voice is firm, calm, and commanding.]

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Pretend she's not in her armor in these icons. >>

'course. :P

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