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[mamanurse]

When; First week-ish of October. Wibbly-wobbly.
Rating; G
Characters; Melissa McCall and OPEN
Summary; A general open "At The Hospital Log" for anybody to peruse.
Log;



Scenario 1: Co-Workers

[Melissa has been meaning to get to know her fellow doctors and nurses at the City Hospital, but work always manages to get in the way of social hour. Even now, she's at her nurse's station, filling out her reports and generally keeping her head down. But she'd definitely be open to small talk! Small talk that didn't involve the words "stat" or "cc's" or "defibrillator."]

Scenario 2: Friends and Family

[Even with all the work she does, of course she needs to take breaks to eat, to relax, to take a breath and catch herself. Like mother, like son; a good work ethic seems to run in the McCall family, apparently. But for now, she's perched in the cafeteria, eating her sandwich and scrolling over her network device to occupy her mind.]

Scenario 3: Patients

[In need of medical help? Some good bedside manner? Need a booster shot or some stitches? Nurse McCall to the rescue!]

Comments

( two )

[studmuffin]

[ He's mostly here to see Chase, to get a refill on his prescription and check in. But it's about lunchtime when he's done and he's thirsty so he heads down to the cafeteria to grab a drink. When he spots Mellisa he holds up a hand to signal he'll be over in two.

It's been a while since he last spoke to her and maybe he feels awkward but he doesn't let that stop him. ]

Hey, what's happening in the crazy land of the hospital?

[mamanurse]

...Stiles! Hey, kiddo.

[Now here's a face she wasn't expecting to see.]

Are you okay? What are you doing here? You're not hurt, are you?

[studmuffin]

Hey, no. I'm fine.

[ He shrugs a shoulder, moves his bottle from one hand to the other. ] I was here to see Chase. He kind of helps me out with some things.

[mamanurse]

Oh! Okay, good. Just checking.

Wanna join me for a bit? I feel like I haven't seen you around much recently. That's probably my fault, I've been working so much overtime...

[studmuffin]

Sure.

[ He pulls a chair out and takes a seat, his smile crooked but sweet. ] I guess it must be super busy in a City hospital right? All those curses.

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[affectioning]

[ Later on in the day, after Scott has tasked the guys with doing something menial - most likely painting at the clinic. Mostly everything needing to be done right now is painting... he drops in on his mother. Before texting her, he decides to duck into the cafeteria to see if she's there. She's totally there. So, like a responsible kid, he pays for his own meal (totally could've asked for her card) and sets his tray down adjacent to hers.

Surprise, you get a son today!

Especially considering not a salacious but maybe questioning internet search history earlier. ]

Any more embarrassing searches?

[ Please don't judge him for using the word fuck publicly. Twice. ]

[mamanurse]

[She grins up at her son as he sits down, and the grin morphs into a smirk.]

Oh, I hope not. Although I'm glad to see that you're not as, um. Curious as Stiles is about certain topics.

[affectioning]

[ He stabs at his side salad, taking a bite, choking back a bit before unscrewing the cap to his bottle of water. He takes a long sip. ]

He started an epidemic. Pandemic? ... It's a kind of a demic.

[mamanurse]

...He and Derek are having sex, aren't they?

[Because she's a mother. She knows when it's going on, it's an instinct you get when you give birth. Hence why she searched Scott's room once upon a time.]

[affectioning]

[ Wait. No. How. What? His curious, confused face morphs - slowly - very slowly as he realizes the implications. His mouth opens. Lying to his mother used to be so easy - and for her own good. He'd promised Derek and Stiles. ] No. [ He tries, his eyes betraying his voice, trying to convey confusion but coming out as abject horror. Crap. ]

Three!

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter hates hospitals. He really does. But, there are glass shards in his hands, and he's been drinking so it's bleeding a lot. And to be honest? He hadn't wanted to talk to anyone. He didn't want to ask Julie or Lydia or anyone that's far nicer to him than he deserves help bandaging his hand because he was a drunk idiot and decided hitting the bathroom mirror was a bright idea.

By the way?
It's not.

So, Peter ends up walking himself down to the hospital. Most people probably know how to take care of this sort of thing. But Peter, for all his independent, free-spirit schtick... he's always had his mother there. Being on his own here puts him a bit more out of his depth than he'd like to admit.]

Three!

[mamanurse]

[You walked yourself to a hospital with a free-bleeding wound? Peter why? Melissa is at the front desk, glances up to the boy walking in, sees the injury, and winces.]

That...does not look good. Come on.

[She picks up a phone, chatters a few pointed codes into it, and immediately is leading Peter into triage.]

Allergies to any medications or latex?

Three!

[velveteenwolf]

[Sorry, hospitals aren't usually his thing. He's more accustomed to home medicine, and not worrying about it too much. But, he obligingly lets himself be ushered away from the front desk and into triage.]

Nah, just dairy.

[He shrugs his shoulders, seems maybe a little unphased by the blood. He did manage to get most of the glass out, but the blood showed no sign of stopping. His hands are messy with it.]

[mamanurse]

[She snaps on her gloves, and gets the powerful disinfectant, a topical numbing solution, and sutures.]

Have you had any alcohol tonight? Or any medications you're on? Any drugs?

[velveteenwolf]

Yeah. Alchohol. [There's a pause.] A lot of alcohol. [Probably why it keeps bleeding.]

No medication and no drugs, though.

[Recently anyway, which he thinks is what she means. He sighs, raking his other hand through his hair. He feels kind of like an idiot right about now.]

I kinda punched a mirror. [Before she asks.]

Scenario 3!

[ladycroft]

[Lara has been meaning to visit the hospital. Not because of personal injury, but she would like some supplies and thought she would ask. She approaches the front desk, backpack over one shoulder. She's dressed casually in fitted jeans that aren't too tight, a red t-shirt that hugs her without appearing to suffocate, her black boots and her hair back in a long, neat French braid. She looks around for someone to speak with.]

Scenario 3!

[mamanurse]

[Melissa is once again at the front desk, sorting through pieces of paperwork for final approval and filing. And she glances up to see Lara. She looks familiar, but she hasn't been on the network in a while.]

Hi, good afternoon, may I help you?

Scenario 3!

[ladycroft]

Hello, yes, I hope so. I'm looking for supplies to restock my first aid kit.

[Which isn't exactly a simple little collection of your standard items.]

I don't know who would carry it in the City, so I thought I'd start here.

[mamanurse]

Oh?

Uh. Wow. I'm...not sure we actually sell anything out of our supplies? I could speak with the hospital manager, but I'm pretty sure you'll have to find a wholesaler or retailer.

[ladycroft]

It was a long-shot, but I thought I'd ask. Do you know who supplies the hospital? I'm looking to restock for more serious injuries than a regular plaster can manage. Something for deep lacerations, gun and knife wounds. I prefer silk sutures to nylon, if possible, and I'm low on some of my salves.

[ Scenario 2 ]

[bettercallit]

[ Clint has never been one to force himself on anyone, but when he spots her there, the surrounding tables all more or less full with the lunchtime crowd, he comes over with a tray in hand and nods to the empty seat across from her. ]

Mind if I sit here?

[mamanurse]

[Oh! Melissa is taken a bit by surprise, and then smiles and gestures at the seat across from her.]

Feel free. Clint, right? God, we haven't talked since I got here, sorry about that.

[bettercallit]

[ He shrugs easily, offering a smile as he sets down his food. ]

Yeah, it happens, don't worry about it. [ He's been sulking aruond his apartment around work for the last while, so it's on him more than anything. ] You been settling in okay?

[mamanurse]

Great, yeah. I mean, I racked up about seven thousand dollars of debt when I first got here, just getting the apartment set up. But...the way I look at it is, if I disappear back home I won't default, right? They can't exactly ding my credit rating if I'm in another dimension.

[bettercallit]

Nah, doubt it. How I understand it, what happens in the City, stays in the City. And it wouldn't go far in wiping our memories if one of us finds half our band accounts gone missing.