The Hospital

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The hospital is sterile and sprawling, its hallways and patient rooms painted a glaring white. The floor is made of something hard and shining, and the lights are that peculiar kind of flourescent that makes everyone look ill.

The first floor consists of the lobby (painted a sickly green), an emergency room, and several surgery suites, all stocked with cutting-edge, even futuristic, technology and supplies. There is a cafeteria, though the buffet line is empty; the only consumables seem to be stocked in a line of vending machines along one wall. There are no stairs, only elevators, to the upper floors, which all consist of patient rooms: made beds, glazed windows, dying flowers, and the hard plastic orange chairs that are a constant in hospitals.

The whole building smells like antiseptic and death.


((Please mark your healthcare professionals as such, and enjoy!))

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Professional: Summer Kendall

[bookblather]

The things that Dr. Summer Kendall thought upon realizing that she wasn't in the morgue any longer were, in order: "Oh God, not this again;" unprintable; a vague hope that she might be returned home in time for dinner, since Felipe was cooking; and praise to whomever was listening that she had already finished her autopsies for the day. She sighed, then found a spot in the lobby with a nearby table and spread her paperwork out on it.

If she was going to be stuck in one of these places again, she was going to at least get some work done.

Professional: Ahava Jackson

[bookblather]

Okay. Okay. This was not cool.

It was supposed to be Ahava's day off. She had taken the day off a month ago when Duncan said he'd be in town with his daughter. She was supposed to go out with her best friend and her goddaughter, but nooooo, instead she was in a hospital somewhere. She wasn't even dressed for it, but she could already feel her back straightening, her face composing into a pleasant listening expression.

Man, fuck professional training. And fuck randomly-appearing hospitals.

Re: Professional: Ahava Jackson

[isana]

He was getting too old for tavern brawls.

Robin wasn't sure how that lout had managed it, but there were still bits of glass in his hair--and his shirt, for that matter, and the wound on his face was still bleeding, rather nastily.

Ah, his reflexes weren't what they used to be, he thought, staggering outside. He'd even been good; had stopped after two pints of ale, hadn't even had liquor! There was a council meeting tomorrow at the palace, and it wouldn't do for Lord Robert Lennox of the Mornvale to turn up stinking drunk in front of the Queen.

He grimaced at the blood on his shirt. This was one of his favorites--white silk, with handmade lace at the cuffs. Maybe someone back at court knew how to get those stains out, but for now the cut on his face was a more pressing matter.

Blinding white light dazzled him when he left the tavern, and what he smelled wasn't the fresh night air, but something...odd. Something overly clean and harsh, tinged with death.

There was a pretty woman nearby, dressed in those same strange clothes he'd seen when he'd last jumped worlds, her frustrated eyes belying her otherwise calm demeanor.

"Pardon me," he asked, with a sweeping bow, "I don't suppose you'd know where I could find some assistance?"

Professional: Setsuko

[isana]

Of all the places Setsuko had ended up, this had to be the most unattractive of them all. The lights were harshly white, with glaring walls to match; and as she wandered about, she could smell something oddly familiar, as if she was back in the infirmary again--that slight tinge of decay in the air, coming from patients.

Another room, stocked with bandages and ointments, only confirmed her suspicions. But some things were so strange, so new to her.

Well. In any case, healing was healing. Some things had to have remained the same. And if they didn't, perhaps she'd be able to figure it out along the way.

At least she could make herself useful while she was here.

Bleeding: Bitterdin

[settecorvi]

He stumbled around the corner with the jangle of adrenaline and the clamor of pursuit and the snarl of pain all tangled into the overwhelming need to escape, only to find himself elsewhere. An eerily, blessedly empty white hall stretched ahead of him, and the smell of antiseptic stung his nose, overlying the musty, sickly-sweet odor of organic rot. He staggered a few steps further along the hall before it sank in that the sound of footsteps behind him had vanished, and then he sagged against one of those death-white walls and just kept on sagging until he was sitting. A long black streak marked the wall behind him.

There was a widened space ahead, he could see it, but it seemed much more trouble than necessary to find his feet again. His side hurt with every breath, where the shrapnel had hit, and his fingers, oh gods his fingers. He needed to take care of them, and he would in just a moment, really. For now, he leaned his head back against the wall and breathed in the sharp, tannic smell of his own blood. Just breathed.

Re: Bleeding: Bitterdin

[isana]

Alerted by the sound of footsteps, Setsuko cautiously went outside. Perhaps whoever it was could tell her exactly where this infirmary was, or, better yet, show her how some of these items were used. There were bottles of what were presumably ointments, yes, and needles, and threads, and yet she found herself as unsure as the first day she'd been in the Huamin physician's clinic, sorting herbs.

A black streak marred the wall like blood--or, it was blood, Setsuko realized, as she saw it lead to a man slumped against the wall.

Hitching up the hems of her robes, she ran over. "Excuse me," she said, in that brisk efficient tone Wallace liked to use, "but it looks like you could use some medical assistance. Can you stand?"

Patient: Conall

[isana]

She'd said yes!

Detective Huang--no, Yan--had said yes! Conall could hardly believe his good luck. His wound ached and throbbed, and now he was hobbling down the hallway, leaning on his IV stand for support, his open-backed hospital gown exposing his ass for all to see, but he'd asked Yan out and she said yes, even smiled, even gave him her number, so it was all worth it.

Now to go back to his room to rest, before Nurse Kim dragged him back there herself. Saturday couldn't come fast enough--then he'd be discharged and back out in the real world. But when he opened the door, he wasn't in his room--no flowers, save for a bunch of withered lilies in a vase. Where was the fragrant yellow wintersweet Yan had brought from her mother's garden?

Moreover, where was he?

(OOC: This is Adorkables!AU Conall, so modern-day human version.)

Re: Patient: Conall

[bookblather]

There was some guy in a hospital gown ahead, staring into a room-- Ahava took half a second to admire his ass, then realized he was dragging an IV along with him and hurried.

"Hey," she said, as she came up beside him, "I'm not a specialist or anything but I'm pretty sure you should be lying down."

Rosa

[rustydragonfly]

The cold had her this time, of that she was sure.

She shaded her eyes against the light, brighter than a summer noon, glancing from the pale walls. It was a passageway, rather like the one she had came from, yet here there was no ice, no cold wind. It had buried her deep in layers of its trickery, taken her somewhere new.

Or perhaps this was the cold... No, it still makes sense. Some sense, she corrected herself. She touched the wall beside her, and it was solid enough, cool to the touch, and an odd green colour. Not a vibrant green, such as you might see in a garden. If sickness could be a colour, this might be it.

Something brushed against her legs, and a cold nose touched her hand. "Cinn?" But she'd left the dog behind...

Perhaps she was going mad.

No, this was another layer, and one she could break through like the rest. Now, where did this corridor go?

Re: Rosa

[greg_watson]

"You look lost," Greg said. He hadn't yet decided if she needed help and so was not giving up the chair he'd claimed in the lobby. Call it his stand against having to work when he was off work. "Kind of like everyone else."

Professional: Alene Winchester

[blossomdreams]

Alene smiled as she put away her last folder of the day. She finally finished her paperwork for the day. She had enough time to get ready for her date with Bernard. It's been a long time since they both had time off. Alene couldn't wait to spend the night with Bernard. She smiled at the pictures of her kids on her desk as she got out of her chair to file the folder away.

Alene grabbed her purse and walked out her office into the lobby of the hospital, but it wasn't her hospital. There wasn't the constant buzz of magic from around the room. She pulled out her cell phone, but didn't get any service.

Alene groaned and plopped down in the nearest chair. Of course, the first night she had off in awhile she had to be taken to another world.

What else could happen?

Professional: Johanna (warning: she swears a bit in this)

[serpentine]

Her nose buried in the notes for the lecture she was about to give, Johanna Swan walked through the door to the lecture hall and closed it behind her. Once she did so, she frowned as she smelled the very familiar scent of an overly sterile hospital.

She looked up and frowned even more once she saw she was actually in a place that very much looked like said hospital.

"Oh godfuckingdammit, who the fuck decided to put a fucking illusion in my lecture hall again?"

She then paused. "...It's also a very uncommonly good illusion." Poking a nearby chair with her foot, Jo sighed. It seemed real enough, though she had a enough of hospitals from when she had done her clinical psychology internship.

(OOC: She's a person you go to for if you need to deal with psychological issues. One of the kinds of people she works with are abuse victims, btw.)

Re: Professional: Johanna (warning: she swears a bit in this)

[bookblather]

Someone was swearing. Kayleigh perked up.

She probably shouldn't. Perking up at swearing was probably the sign of a messed-up brain or something. But her brother and brother-in-law were both cops and when they swore it meant they were alive, so... well, she had good things associated with it. Besides, her dad had gone very quiet when he was angry, all soft and calm.

She vastly preferred swearing.

Kayleigh trotted down the hall, and blinked when she caught the last words. "An illusion?" she asked. "Really?"

Neurosurgeon: Greg Watson

[greg_watson]

Greg had finished in surgery an hour and a half before, with his patient's family fifteen minutes after that, and with dictation just half an hour before. He officially had nothing left he had to do, which meant he got to go home and see the kids. Erica might even have beaten him there.

Of course, it would make going home much easier if turning the corner toward the front doors didn't bring him into what was unmistakeably a hospital lobby, but not his hospital's lobby.

Given it wasn't his place of employment, he felt more than free to swear vividly.

Re: Neurosurgeon: Greg Watson

[shipwreck_light]

(O hai, I brung you a patient!)

"Nope," said the wall behind him. "Not physically possible. I'll spotcha if you wanna try though."

And laughed. As walls were distinctly not prone to do. A closer inspection of this phenomenon found Greg /maybe/half an inch off of a very sweaty, very tattooed man, grinning away and holding one hand in the other.

"Yeah, I know," he went on. "We usually get bars or hotels or aquariums, but today? Hospital. Not that /I/ mind, but anyways... ow."

Of course he laughed again at that, despite his wince.

Nurse Practitioner: Brenda (Young) Meyers

[brenda_young]

Brenda tied her hair back and picked up her tablet. She didn't miss having to carry a load of files to every meeting, that was for sure. One tablet, one stylus, and that was all she needed.

... And to not have the hall outside her office turn into a prep room, that'd be nice.

And it couldn't even be a prep room she recognized, could it?

She sighed and made her way out of the prep room, toward where pre-op likely was. Hopefully the meeting would wait.

Re: Nurse Practitioner: Brenda (Young) Meyers

[bookblather]

Ivy was pretty sure she was going to get grounded. Like, 95% sure. Her parents might have mercy on her because she'd hurt herself.

And she'd, uh, really hurt herself. Her eyebrows were definitely gone and her hairline had risen a couple inches, and she was pretty sure her hands were burned; it hurt to touch them, anyway, and they were red and painful like a sunburn. She was a redhead, she was intimately familiar with sunburns, and this felt like that only worse.

But her parents weren't around and neither was Aaron-- they'd totally have stopped her from playing with a firework and as it turned out that would have been really smart-- so she went up to the first adult woman she saw, lifted her chin and said, "Excuse me, please. I think I hurt myself."


((Ivy is about eight.))

Anesthesiologist: Erica Watson

[erica_watson]

Erica finished scrubbing and splashed water on her face. One three-hour procedure down, one to go, but not until after she'd had lunch and taken care of two consults. She could use it. She loved her job and, in her opinion, it was the better end of surgery (she made a mental note to have that argument with Greg later), but it was still hours of breathing the smells of an operating room.

Of course, she could always step out of the prep room and into a random lobby. Apparently that was happening today.

Experimentally, she took a step backwards, but it didn't take her back to prep.

(OOC: Erica is also someone to talk to if you need help with pain management.)

Professional: Ineku

[shadowsong26]

It was a little alarming, Ineku reflected, to expect to be in your wife's study and instead step into a very strange place, the likes of which you had never seen before.

Once past the initial shock, however, it didn't take him long to identify the place--it was unlike any he'd ever known, but it was some sort of infirmary. It smelled like one, and, more importantly, it felt like one.

Which meant that, at the very least, he could find something constructive to do while he tried to figure out where the hell he was and how to get back home.

Patient and Spouse: Sorell and Nida

[shadowsong26]

"Help! Someone, please!" Sorell dragged Nida towards the door--something had gone wrong, there must have been something in the wine, and she'd collapsed, and there was so much pain in her eyes and oh, gods, what if she died--

This was not the hallway outside their suite. There were no guards, there were people around and none he knew, and someone had poisoned his wife and this was very, very, very bad.

Re: Patient and Spouse: Sorell and Nida

[bookblather]

Summer didn't know if she could help, and she certainly wasn't used to live patients, but she was still a doctor, she still had the training, and when someone called for help her legs took her automatically there. "I'm coming," she called, breathlessly, skidded around the corner with her lab coat flapping, and came face to face with a very oddly-dressed couple.

But she was used to that.

"I'm Doctor Kendall," she blurted, "what's wrong?"

Patient: Mel

[shadowsong26]

Mel twisted as best he could, trying to get a look at the gouges on his back in the mirror. He sort of managed, and they looked...

Well, they didn't look awful. They hurt, sure, and they were still very obviously very new, but they didn't look swollen or oozing or anything like that.

He sighed, and turned to pad back out of the bathroom--and apparently the main room of his and his brother's apartment had turned into a hospital.

This could not be good.

...on the other hand, hospital. Maybe someone here could make sure that they weren't still hurting this bad because of something he couldn't twist far enough to see, or something. They couldn't turn him away because he was a werewolf, not at a hospital.

On the other other hand, he had no idea where he was, or how he'd gotten here, or how his apartment had gotten here, or...

"Kit's gonna kill me," he whispered.

Re: Patient: Mel

[erica_watson]

Blood. Well, she knew what to do with that, even if she wasn't sure how, exactly, the man had gotten it.

"Sir," Erica called. "Do you need help? I'm a doctor," she added, since, with the scrubs, he might very well assume she was a nurse.

Patient: Simon

[shadowsong26]

He woke up with...where did he wake up?

Nowhere he recognized.

It was dark, it was...there was a door, he could see the handle dimly, so it wasn't as dark as he'd thought, or his eyes were adjusting, or something.

He pushed himself up and tentatively tried the door.

It opened easily, and he stepped blinking into a much-brighter room. It took a minute for it to resolve around him--not a room, a hallway, in a hospital, people milling around.

Okay. Okay, I'm in a hospital. Something must have happened... He groped back in his memory and found...nothing.

His head didn't hurt, but he found nothing.

Hospital. Nothing in his head, but he was in a hospital, he could find someone to help with that, surely.

He took a deep breath, and slipped along the hallway.

Re: Patient: Simon

[erica_watson]

Apparently, Erica's default setting on seeing people who looked disoriented when they were in a hospital was to wonder what might be wrong with them--even though, in this case, wondering if they'd just shown up here like she had was a perfectly valid question.

She still hadn't ruled out a head injury for herself, but as long as her mind was playing fun little tricks on her, she could at least play along.

"Are you all right?" she asked the man.

Patient: Yuyan

[isana]

Yuyan woke up from her midday nap, and was disappointed to find that no, her chill had not gone away, and that her throat was as sore as ever.

Being sick was the worst. She should have listened to Setsuko a few nights ago and not filled in for Saith on patrol. Her chemise and bloomers stuck to her skin, her mouth was cottony and parched, and even the simple act of sitting up in bed was enough to make her dizzy.

Water. She needed water.

She shut her eyes, to stave off any oncoming vertigo, not opening them until she was standing. Her woolen shawl hung over her chair, and she wrapped it around her shoulders before pushing the door open, to ask Saith if he'd get her a cup of water. (She'd have gotten it herself, but Saith had threatened to tie her to the bed.)

Unfortunately, Saith wasn't outside; the infirmary itself, as she knew it, wasn't outside. Instead was a long white hallway, with sickly bright lights and an equally sickly smell.

Yuyan groaned, pulling her shawl tighter around her as she fell into a coughing fit.

Of all the times to get pulled away...!

Re: Patient: Yuyan

[brenda_young]

Given there was no way in hell Brenda was going to make her meeting, finding patients seemed like a good way to spend her time. Like the coughing woman, for instance, who looked like she came from a time distinctly not one with the hospital.

Well. Maybe she'd wandered in from some role-playing game or something.

"Hi," Brenda said. "I'm a nurse practitioner, and you sound like you might need some help."

(OOC: Gah, sorry about the wrong account thing.)

Patient: Isshiri

[shadowsong26]

So, it turned out, the closed-off parts of the palace were closed off for a reason. And, sadly, it wasn't because there were fun things to play with or explore hidden in them.

No, it was 'cause no one needed it and the floor hadn't been replaced in like fifty years or something.

Isshiri picked himself up out of the broken glass and eyed the door--about twelve feet of cracked and tinkly glass between him and it, and he couldn't really run on his pretend leg yet.

Coming here had not been a good idea.

But he had to get through somehow, 'cause if he stayed here, he'd just get more glass stuck in him, and that would suck even more.

He took a deep breath, and slid across to the door as fast as he could, fell through it just in time--and landed on stone.

"Ow," he said.

Re: Patient: Isshiri

[brenda_young]

Brenda flinched for the kid as she saw him take the fall, even if she wasn't sure where he'd come from. She hurried over and knelt beside him. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" she asked him. He didn't particularly look okay, but getting his input before making the assumption would be nice.

(OOC: Gimme a heads-up if you think Isshiri and Bill should have another talk, and I can bring him in, easy. Also, sorry about the deleted comment!)

Patient: Gina Caravecchio McKean

[bookblather]

((TRIGGERS FOR DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, please read with care.))

Her finger was definitely broken; the odd angle and the flaring pain made that much clear. Gina looked at her hand then looked away, oddly queasy.

He hadn't meant it, she told herself, cradling the injured hand in her other one. He'd just pushed her, hadn't known his strength. Hadn't noticed she'd been mopping the floor. He hadn't meant to hurt her, it had just happened. He probably didn't even know that he'd done it yet; he'd just pushed her, yelled at her, then stormed out.

Thank God the kids were visiting their grandparents. She didn't want them to see her like this.

Gina got up off the floor, wincing at the soon-to-be bruises up and down her side, and went towards the door-- she had bandages in the bathroom, she'd learned to anticipate this-- and stopped dead on the other side, in a brightly-lit place that smelled like antiseptic.

A hospital. What?

Re: Patient: Gina Caravecchio McKean

[shipwreck_light]

"Whoa there, sweetstuff."

By the time Gina had processed the unfamiliar voice though, it's owner had slid their arms around her bruises and tugged her out of the way of a speeding gurney.

"Ya totally dun needa get run over twice in one day. I know it sounds like fun, but trust me, it's..."

It was about then said owner- a small, redheaded woman in most of a set of city camo fatigues -caught sight of her hand. And let out a disapproving whistle.

"Oh goddamnit. I was tryin' to joke about the runnin' over business, I /swear/."

Patient / Conversation: Skuld

[shipwreck_light]

ONE OF THESE DAYS.

ONE OF THEM.

She was going to sit down and get some sewing done.

Today was not that day. Yesterday hadn't been that day either. Tomorrow was not looking good.

Well, she wasn't going to bleed all over her sampler this way. You know. On account of the whole not having a sampler anywhere within reach and all of a sudden.

She had to give the whole situation a bit of a side-eye though. There was generally not supposed to be a hospital on the way to Fidelis's room. Not like she ever knew with him, but, more seriously? She was probably not supposed to be in a hospital on account of the whole not existing according to any known databank thing.

Skuld took a few tiny steps backwards towards the nearest wall and pretended at least to be invisible there. The whole hospital lighting did not help this, nor did her (admittedly un-furtive) glancing around. The latter being what lead her to the conclusion her being a courtier and all might not pose a problem.

The fonts on the signage? Looked about three hundred years out of date. Made her vintage t-shirt look downright timely, in spite of the whole "Princess Laika" show being about as dated as anything ever got. Besides, it would be her luck to show up in an antique hospital while wearing a mini skirt, a t-shirt no shoes and one earring, all of this after a nice, little, best forgotten over some rum dustup.

Shit happened.

At least her forearm had mostly stopped bleeding?

Ah well. There had to be some bandages she could help herself to around here someplace.

(Skuld has injuries consistant with a fist fight and oh, is almost 6'.)

Re: Patient / Conversation: Skuld

[isana]

Setsuko spotted her against the wall, trying hard to look inconspicuous and failing at it. Poor woman--she was barely clothed, barefoot and bleeding from a rather nasty gash in her forearm.

"Excuse me," she said, "but I think we really ought to do something about that arm."

Patient: Kelsey

[kelsey_the_witch]

Once she found out who had swapped what for what...

Kelsey lost her train of thought as a blob of purple light swirled before her eyes. She stumbled through the door of her room--at least, she thought it was her room--and called, or tried to, "Abby?" She couldn't make out her own voice, though. It came to her as though underwater.

She leaned forward, eyes closed and hands rested on her legs, and tried to organize her thoughts. She'd been working with...

What had she been working with?

Patients: Kostya and Vale

[serpentine]

That day, Kostya had woken up exhausted and feeling hot, but he paid it no mind and spent it working as he had planned on the day before. After all, every time his body threatened to be sick, the land-spirit had come by and fixed things.

But that did not happen that day and when he called upon Vale, he discovered that something had happened to the spirit, who was himself sick and, strangely enough limping.

Figuring that something must be off with the both of them, Kostya encouraged the spirit to come with him to his workrooms to see if they could figure out a solution together, as Zita was away on a diplomatic mission.

As they walked through the door into Kostya's workroom, they found themselves in a place that looked unfamiliar to them. The prince wrinkled his nose at the new and unpleasant smells, thinking that he had never smelt anything like this before and did not like it.

He called out tentatively to see if there was anyone there while Vale poked at a nearby silk plant, figuring that he had just gotten transported to somewhere new again.

(OCC: There is magic involved here! Vale is limping because someone figured to strike at him to get to Kostya. There may be something in Vale's leg.)

Patient: Bernard

[blossomdreams]

Bernard sighed as he clutched his arm. Another meeting, another fight, and another cut on his arm. He could see Alene's worried face at the blood on his shirt. Not to mention Albert would be upset since he jumped in to protect Alec. He could hear him now and Bernard worked hard not to make him so worried this year.

Bernard sighed again before it changed into a groan of pain. Those Ice Demons sure know how to keep a grudge. He ripped part of his shirt and tied it around his arm. He pushed off the wall in the Meeting Hall and walked outside into a hospital emergency room, a place he knew quite well.

He didn't feel the buzz of magic, but he did lose a lot of blood. It was hard to concentrate.

Bernard dropped into the nearest seat and held on to his arm.

Re: Patient: Bernard

[bookblather]

Oh, for God's sake. Summer had just finished with that woman and her seriously overprotective husband, now someone else had ripped themselves open?

Still, she was a doctor.

"I'm a doctor," she said, trying not to sound too resigned, and went up to him, kneeling beside him. "What happened?"

Patient: Miranda Hennessy

[bookblather]

There was so much blood. It was funny how much blood could come out of her, spurting out of her belly as pain spasmed up her spine. So much blood, so much pain...

Miranda dropped to her knees and looked fuzzily around. What had happened? Had she lost time? She was in a hosptial now, she'd been on the street before.

Re: Patient: Miranda Hennessy

[blossomdreams]

Alene saw the woman fall to her knees and rushed over. She saw the blood around her and noticed the woman holding her stomach.

Stab wound. Alene nodded as she turned to the woman. "Can you hear me?"

She wished she had her crew, but she would manage.

OOC: Alene uses magic to heal and examine her patients. I hope that's alright.