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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[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]