( OPEN ) i didn't believe them when they told me that there was no saving you.

[medicos]

When; Day 20 - the rest of October.
Rating; PG+, there might be gory stuff described in the comments considering the nature of the curses, so beware.
Characters; EVERYONE!
Summary; OPEN HOSPITAL LOG. after a fiasco like that, it'd be nice to be around friends for a while.
Log;

[ OOC | this is an open hospital log for those people who want to log post-event shenanigans, visit injured friends and loved ones, or just simply wreak havoc in the hospital goddammit you're injured sit the hell down. feel free to tag everyone and everything. it's open from day 20 up to the rest of october, so if you want, just put a date on the subject line for when your character is visiting or w/e, or just say if your characters gonna be there the whole time and is waiting for visitors. something!!! ]

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open; October 20th, morning

[candothat]

[Having survived being lost in a forest full of the skeletal creatures skulking about as well as an attack by a monster the night before with no more than some bruising and minor lacerations, Chekov is feeling fairly confident in his ability to fight things without dying. With Lucy in stable condition, he's ready to go be a hero.

The only problem being that he needs to be discharged from the hospital. This involves locating a doctor who will agree that, yes, he is in good form and really ought to go do some fighting. So not Dr. McCoy.

The Russian snoops around the hospital in the late morning hours, seeking an agreeable doctor and hoping that he won't run into McCoy.]

[medicos]

[ too late, of course. you should know by now that doctor mccoy, especially when his irritation is heightened by lack of sleep, has sixth sense when it comes to these things. he turns the corridor, sees chekov sneakily trying to go someplace he shouldn't, and raises an eyebrow. ]

You're as bad as your captain.

[ and although jim is not necessarily in want of being discharged because he isn't confined to the hospital, the sentiment stands.

he pushes open the door closest to himself, one that leads straight to his office and points inside. ]

In, now.

[candothat]

[McCoy no longer strikes dread into Pavel's heart, but his uncanny ability to locate anyone who might not be obeying his doctorly order is slightly terrifying. Chekov sighs, takes the comparison to Jim as a compliment (who doesn't want to be like Captain Kirk, c'mon), and walks into the indicated office with the air of a man facing a court-martial.]

Aye, sir.

[medicos]

[ just as well. he's starting to realize that he's just not as scary as he used to be, and something needs to be done about that. he's pretty sure that that something is inevitably going to be in the form of needles but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself, as grimly exciting as the thought is. ]

Sit down. [ he waves gingerly on the chair in front of his desk before he sits down on his own chair, shoving around his paperwork looking for something. ] Where were going and why did you think it was a good idea to sneak out when you should be resting?

open; whenever atm

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny has been in the hospital--voluntarily--since the thirteenth (with a brief escape on the fourteenth which, in retrospect, may not have been a great idea on her part). The building tension throughout the early part of October, the mirror creatures that followed and general work-related anxiety put her on edge; watching Jimmy have his throat torn out while he protected her from a psychopath pushed her over.

Technically, she could probably be released. Mild sedatives and a quiet room far away from mirror creatures and the more recent developments in the City have done Penny some good (even if she has been watching the network, against the better judgment of basically everyone, including herself). She has been assured that both the Welcome Center and Youth Center are being taken care of, along with her dogs and fish. There is no earthly reason for her to feel on edge, drained, vague, and distracted. Penny should not be afraid of leaving her hospital room or reluctant to talk to her friends.

And yet.

She stays in her room, safe and sound, only occasionally glancing at the network. Some kind soul brought some of her clothes and drawing supplies to the hospital to make her visit more comfortable. Drawing--something she hasn't found much time to do lately--keeps her occupied. Just sketches, mostly of the various doctors and nurses who come and go.

There are some darker scribbles that have found their way to the garbage can.]

Mondayish, after her shift at the Welcome Center

[moonlitrequiem]

[Penny, of course, wouldn't realize how far out of Yin's usual scope such a thing is, but she has decided to visit Penny. If asked why she couldn't give a logical reason, either. It is simply something she wanted to do. Perhaps she was feeling oddly alone after her most recent death.]

[In the very least, with the weather turning a bit colder, Yin looks less unusual in her ever present jacket and other warm gear.]

[She is, however, lacking in flowers, or balloons, get-well gifts. Yin does notice that other people seem to be taking such favors to the rooms they visit and makes a mental note on it. She doesn't understand part of the reason might be for something bright and cheery, though.]

[Yin at least knocks on the door before entering.]

Hello. [She actually used a greeting, too. It was good to greet people, right? Signify her presence. That sort of thing. Luckily, she never had to think of these things when she was at home, or with Hei and Pai.]

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny doesn't question the reasoning behind Yin's visit; she's just glad to see her safe and sound (if she only knew). She might only be Yin's employer, but she feels a sense of responsibility for everyone she takes on--which might factor into her recent mental instability. Oops.]

Hey, Yin.

[Her smile is broad and genuine. She pushes aside some sketches ripped out of her sketchbook--they're of Chase, if Yin happens to see them before they're flipped over--and climbs out of bed to give the girl a hug. Penny's in her own clothes rather than a hospital gown and, aside from dark circles under her eyes and a sense of detachment, she looks quite normal.]

It's so good to see you. I'm sorry for ditching like that--the Welcome Center, I mean. I hope that didn't cause too many problems. Are you okay? Have you been staying safe?

[moonlitrequiem]

[Yin's eyes widen at the unexpected contact. She's still not accustomed to hugs and things like affection. They're unnecessary where she's from, and seldom given.]

[She did notice the sketches, but makes no comment or inquiry on them. They're not her business, and any bit of caring about them all comes from the fact Penny drew them.]

[At the same time, she manages to note Penny is not dressed like other hospital patients, and the dark circles are a new addition. It's still not something she'll comment on.]

It's no problem. [The Welcome Center is doing all right as ever. A couple of nods. Safe is a relative thing, in the City, and Yin is always okay. She doesn't know how to be anything else.]

Tuesday;

[her_waterloo]

[ Joan has been volunteering her time at the hospital, hardly pausing to find someone to work her shifts at the Welcome Center. It's been pretty empty lately, without Penny and Korra as well, but it can't be helped.

But even if she weren't at the hospital quite a bit lately, she'd have come to visit Penny and check in on her. She knocks on the doorframe, attempting a reassuring smile. She bought a little stuffed rabbit in the gift shop because it felt weird to visit a friend without a gift in hand. It's tucked under her arm. ]

Hey, Penny.

Tuesday;

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny pushes aside her sketches and hops off the bed to greet Joan. She's smiling as usual and dressed in her own clothes, but there are circles under her eyes and something off about her.]

Joan, hey! It's so good to see you.

Tuesday;

[her_waterloo]

[ Penny looks tired. More than tired. But Joan is not a doctor anymore, and even if she was, she was sure that Penny had her own physician. She offers the rabbit with a self-deprecating smile. ]

I thought you might want some company.

[medicos]

[ some people preferred to stay in the hospital instead of being released even if they're well on their way to good health. they make concessions, especially when there are those fucking skeleton creatures outside - the number of psychological trauma associated with that are a fuckton. bones doesn't blame them, either way. he'd stay in too ( not that he doesn't already, but being stuck because of work and deliberately avoiding the outside world are two different things, or so he says ) just so he doesn't have to experience what's it like to have a walking, undead skeleton chasing you halfway around the city.

he's been doing rounds when it comes to visiting patients today and comes up to penny's room next some time before lunch. he knocks on the door quietly and opens it just a little bit to see if she's sleeping or not. ]

[anunluckypenny]

[A part of Penny is slightly distressed by remaining in the hospital. There are people to help out there, and she's not doing a whole lot of helping from this safe and quiet little room. A considerably more convincing part of her is absolutely terrified of leaving the hospital. She still sees Jimmy dying every time she closes her eyes; it's making sleep hard to come by.

And so she's awake when McCoy knocks and, after she has shuffled some papers--sketches--around on her bed to hide certain ones, she greets the doctor with a smile. It's strained.]

Doctor... McCoy, right? Hey there.

[medicos]

That's me, Miss Penny.

[ he remembers her, of course, and apparently everyone knows the lady that runs the welcome center. mccoy takes one look at her face to know that she isn't as fine as she likes to let others believe that she is. it's a dilemma for doctors should they dip into that kind of personal conversation with their patients, but mccoy's never been hindered by convention. ]

Just checkin' on your vitals today. And you, of course. You feelin' any different?

open ; whenever you like.

[medicos]

[ bones looks steadily more tired yet more determined to do his job as the days go by. par for the course when it comes to seemingly dealing with this month's curse, to be fair. october's gonna grate on his nerves for the rest of his life, that he knows for certain now.

bones' routine at the hospital is pretty much fixed despite the increase of patients and the danger posing outside. he works early in the morning up until lunch, holes himself up in his office, before working again, checking up on his patients whenever free time allows it. and then quick naps, in case of emergency calls, which thankfully aren't as many now as they have been back when the boneys first popped into the city. he can actually sleep, although that doesn't alleviate the stress all that much.

for once, he'll be thankful when this whole fiasco's over and he's able to sleep for an entire day.

patients at the hospital can find it easier to talk to him as he's checking on their vitals, among other things. fellow doctors and nurses and see him popping up in the cafeteria and staff rooms occasionally, although he really prefers to stay in his office during his breaks. ]

[hischair]

[ After making it inside the hospital and sealing the doors from the gathering hoards of Boneys, Jim has busied himself checking the rafters and basement himself while his crew gets themselves seen to. He avoids medical attention for a good couple of hours, but then once everything is fixed up and there's nothing else to do to govern his time, his stomach rumbles and he heads into the cafeteria for a snack. His left arm is still a mess; old bandages spotted with blood lie under the cut-off sleeve of his leather jacket (previously sliced up by cannibals) and his wounds have stuck to the dirty cotton because of the glove pulled over it all, bound with twine. With monsters trying to tear him apart, it was a matter of keeping himself together as long as he could with whatever he could find in his immediate surroundings.

Finishing off a second sandwich, he takes a moment to relax. Just one, then two, and then five minutes have gone by and the captain is starting to nod off in his chair. Easy prey for prowling physicians. ]

[medicos]

[ bones didn't get much of a chance to tell jim off all that much the last time because he was too busy running around the hospital and jim was too busy saving everyone he could yet again. all the day's work at the enterprise, to be fair, so the moment he finally had his free time he weaved his way around the building to find the one man he's looking for. he's seen that shoddy excuse of a bandages that jim's slapped on his himself so haphazardly - he's not happy about it one bit.

from behind jim, bones approached only with pursed lips and a pair of determined eyes that are so not going to take no for an answer. nevertheless, when he got close enough, he only put a hand on jim's shoulder to shake to sleepiness off, and spoke in a gruff voice that isn't quite as gruff as it should considering the state of jim's arm. if anything - and he will deny this to the ends of the earth - it comes out as exasperatingly fond. ]

C'mon, you idiot. I'll fix those wounds before they get infected any further.

[hischair]

Mm. You alright? [ Rubbing his eyes, Jim stares up at Bones for a moment and takes in the peaceful surroundings, an agreeable sleepy grunt lodging in his throat as he nods. Too tired to argue hypos, literally running on a handful of hours' sleep is getting to him. ] Yeah, sure.

[ His stretches are cut short when he stands up, flinching at the pain in his arm. ]

Ow.

[thenormalsquint]

[For once, Angela is glad she doesn't actually have an injury to give her a valid reason to be in the hospital. The skeletons reminded her too much of zombies and those zombie sheep once upon a time and so she has the good sense to stay her butt right in her house. Behind locked doors and windows, she was safe.

But this is Angela and staying indoors for too long drives her insane. Besides, she has friends in the hospital and not even boneys could stop her from being a friend. She does her round of visits, bringing things people need some from, maybe a bouquet of flowers to those who prefer that. Except one person, a certain doctor she's seen flittering around the place for hours on end, looking like he's been run through the ringer and then run over by a truck, gets something a little more substantial than daisies. She'd stayed out of his way for the most part, knowing when emergencies come first, but now that the rush has died down, she pushes her way into his office, styrofoam container in hand. It's slid onto his desk with the same amount of casualness as she slides into a nearby chair.]

Eat it.

[medicos]

[ pity. the daisies would've looked good in his very bare office. in any case, angela's arrival comes as a complete surprise, shown by how high his eyebrows have gone up at the sight of her, but she isn't entirely unwelcome. well, not entirely, because she's been on his case about his apparent workaholic status.

he blinks at the styrofoam on his desk, before snorting. ]

Hello to you too, sweetheart. Hoping you like me enough not to poison me in my own office.

[thenormalsquint]

[Even if she was wholly unwelcome (next time, she'll definitely bring something to brighten up the drab room), she still would have been on his case today. Look at him. He can't deny he's overburdened and exhausted with those dark circles under his eyes. Just because he's sitting down for a few moments doesn't mean he's taking a break and there's nothing he can tell Angela to make her believe otherwise. And she's going to sit here, legs pulled to her chest, in this chair and watch him eat.]

If I wanted to poison you, I would have done it the first time I brought you food. Do you have that little faith in me?

[It's a simple chicken sandwich and salad and stuck in one compartment of the tray, a chocolate chip cookie. Healthy enough that a doctor won't complain about it, but there's chocolate there so that it passes her decent lunch approval. No poison guaranteed.]

[logistical]

[Spock arrives much later. He's managed to improvise some of his clothes as adequate armour, and they're only torn in a few places, with small cuts. Otherwise, he's a little green in the cheeks.]

[Strapping his phaser to his belt, he goes straight to McCoy.]

Doctor. You are fine?

[medicos]

I thought you hate that word. [ he sighs, as he finishes signing a medical file. ] I'm fine, in a sense that I'm still able to function like a typical human being.

[ he is just tired, really, but that's par for the course here.

he leans back on his office chair to take one good look at spock. ]

Sit down, Spock. You injured anywhere?

[logistical]

It is merely vague, and you are displaying signs of intense fatigue.

[Yeah trust Spock to use a vague word and then scold McCoy for the same thing.]

It is unwise for me to remain here, I will guard the door. It is imperative those creatures do not find a way in.

» october 21st | evening — open.

[directives]

[ there's blood on her hands, but it isn't hers. it's harry's, who she's successfully retrieved and brought to the hospital for treatment. he's resting, and she's out here looking for a decent cup of coffee before returning to her mother hen duties. harry may not need her to hover and keep a vigil at his bedside, but when she's unable to post a security detail outside of this place like she could back on her ship, standing watch herself will have to do. it makes her feel like she has some control over a situation that she has little real control of. ]

This is quickly turning out to be the week from hell. [ she grumbles to no-one in particular, herself mostly, as she finally locates that damned coffee pot. ]