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

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Yes, chairs can be very tempermental.

[He grabs his bag, containing everything needed for an emergency.]

Let me see the arm.

[No questions asked yet, but he does seem to be a bit annoyed at being woken up to tend to a bar brawler.]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Hey, that bar fight totally wasn't his fault, okay.

... Even if he did throw the first punch, but he'll simply hesitate when hearing the request, before finally raising his arm up for Carson to see. Wasn't all that hard to tell that it wasn't in great shape, even with the blood soaked bandages concealing the wound.

But it had been a decent enough fix-up to get him here, and that was good enough for him.]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[And Carson's not going to push for more answers. He just opens his medical kit, removing the bandages and pulling out some antiseptic.]

This is going to sting.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Rook continues to be the good little patient and not move, even if he was doing his best to generally ignore the fact that he hurting everywhere. So the comment only gets a raised eyebrow before he'll turn his eyes down towards the arm.]

Think I've honestly had worse, doctor.

[Like biofoam. That stuff was something that really stung.]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

I have to say it, don't want people bloody suing me.

[He applies the antiseptic to the open wound by using some cotton swabs, cleaning up the blood.

And it'll sting.]

This needs stitches.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[And he'll simple hold back that slight hiss in reaction, before nodding his head solemnly.]

Gathered as much. [Pause.] Could use some help with my shoulder too, once you get that out of the way.

[Since, you know, he's kind of holding his arm up with his other hand and stubbornly trying to pretend he's not in a lot of pain. Solider endurance and all that.]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[Carson eyes him and slides a table under his arm.]

That bravado isn't going to work here, son. I think it would be better if you just let me do my job, aye?

[He then examines the shoulder.] Dislocated. Why didn't you tell me before.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[The table is certainly appreciated, though it did not quite stop the sullen glance he gave in return to Carson's words.] I'll keep that in mind, sir.

[And then Rookie frowns, before he's doing a silent, shrug-like maneuver with his uninjured hand. Wasn't the first thing on his mind.]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[And that sullen glance is met with the stern gaze of a man who's dealt with Military Personnel before]

I was the CMO for an expedition to another galaxy, with a large military contingent. I've seen it all before. [He says with a slight shrug, before pulling his bag towards him]

The shoulder can wait, I need to stitch this up before you lose more blood.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[That just gets him to go quiet, still sulking at the fact he let his guard down just long enough for some stupid civilian to get an advantage on him before he gives Carson another nod.

Though it was still hurting - hell, everything hurt - he knew better than to argue.]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

And don't be giving me the silent treatment. I've been dealing with Military officers for the past three years. I know that you'll conveniently miss out injuries to get back on Active Duty as soon as possible.

[He deftly stitches up Rook's arm expertly, tying off the suture.]

Are there any other injuries I need to know about?

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

No, sir. [Said with a firm confidence, because the other injuries weren't anything compared to his arm and his shoulder.] Just some cuts and bruises. Nothing worth hiding.

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[Carson stands and moves around to Rook's shoulder.]

It doesn't look too bad, just a general dislocation.

[He rummages in his bag and pulls out a box with some syringes in.] This is a wee local anaesthetic, just to numb the pain.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

Is it necessary?

[Sort of, tilting his head as little as possible to get Carson back into his view. He doesn't hate needles, but there really weren't very many people that tended to like them to begin with.]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

No, but it'll hurt a lot bloody less.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, letting his head drop back down to stare at the table.] Fine.

Just do it quickly.

[It wasn't a comment that was meant to be offense, but Rookie was getting somewhat impatient - and the faster the pain was gone, the better.]

[atadiscoverer.livejournal.com]

[Carson insists on injecting the local anaesthetic first.]

You'll feel a wee scratch... [Habit talking.]

[Rook should notice that his shoulder's pain should begin to numb. Carson then, slowly, starts to work the joint back into place]