The Hospital

[rainbowmods]

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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Re: Bleeding: Bitterdin

[isana]

The man's blood was black as calligraphy ink--was it ink, Setsuko wondered absently? But at least he was well enough to speak, and that was a good sign, even if his voice reminded her of rustling papers.

Although the room stocked with supplies wasn't far, she wasn't quite sure if she could help the man there herself. If only there was something or someone she could find...!

Her eyes clapped upon a chair with wheels attached, something like the device with which Dor had used to move about, when they had met in the hotel.

"Here," she said, rolling the chair over. "If you'd get on, we can get you someplace where I can see to your injuries."

(OOC: What's the main issue with Bitterdin? Bomb blast, I'm guessing? Multiple lacerations?)

Re: Bleeding: Bitterdin

[settecorvi]

He eyed her and the wheelchair dubiously.

"Sir, doctor, whoever you are-- I am going to make one awful mess of your clothes."

And that was so ridiculous a thing to fixate on that he started laughing. Ow.

(OOC: Lacerations with small pieces of metal shrapnel in his left abdomen and back, let's say none are penetrating beyond muscle. Edging slowly towards hypotensive shock from blood loss due to that and to having two of his metal fingernails ripped out, thanks to a quirk of inkling circulation.)

Re: Bleeding: Bitterdin

[isana]

"That's quite all right," Setsuko replied. Had she been in her court robes, no, that would have been quite terrible, but in her duties as infirmarian, her robe was of plain linen, and nobody cared if blood dirtied it, least of all herself.

She helped the man into the chair and rolled him down, where her new, strange arsenal of supplies was waiting.

(OOC: So basically, stop the bleeding, take out the shrapnel, and sew him up? Fluids to replenish lost blood? Would water do, or would something sugary be better?)

Re: Bleeding: Bitterdin

[settecorvi]

He relaxed in the chair as the maybe-doctor wheeled him down the endless sameness of white hallways and into a room. He'd fisted his left hand into his shirt as a makeshift bandage during his escape. Slowly, carefully, he eased it open to see if the bleeding had stopped, by some miracle.

That was a no.

He shut his eyes and swallowed against the harsh pound of his pulse in the back of his throat.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I ever caught your name," he said, fast and bright.

(OOC: Ask and find out. >:) (Unless you'd rather not play "let me tell you more about inkling physiology than you ever really wanted to know," that's good too - I'm fine treating the bleeding as minor or more serious, depending on your preference.) He knows enough about triage for inklings to suggest some options and refuse others.)

Re: Bleeding: Bitterdin

[isana]

"I--" Setsuko swallowed, momentarily distracted by the sight of more black blood oozing from the man's left side. "My name is Setsuko," she said. "Let me try and stop that bleeding. Do you mind putting your shirt back over the wound while I try and find some linen?"

Linen, or whatever they used for bandages here. She'd seen some of the stuff, light and gauzy, when doing her quick inventory, so she supposed that would be do.

Now, where to find some water...? There was a curious basin of sorts built into the table--hanging over it was a not-quite silver handle, with a solitary drop clinging to it.

"Tell me what happened?" she asked.

(OOC: Ah, I see how it is! XD This is going to be an interesting evening, since Setsuko is ever the curious type. I can't guarantee Bitterdin's quality of care, but I think these two understand that they're in quite interesting circumstances...?)