Trauma Center [closed] [Trigger Warning: Blood]
Dec 11, 2012 5:46:17 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Nik Kenjutsushi on Dec 11, 2012 5:46:17 GMT -5
Nik was on edge.
Mondays didn't normally do that to her. There was no reason for it, considering that few of the usual suspects applied to Mondays; rarely was it the night of a full moon (and it was daytime now), it wasn't often the thirteenth (that wouldn't be for three more days), and never was it a Friday. People were grumpy on Mondays, certainly, but unless there was a serious accident or a natural disaster, Monday was a very calm day.
It'd even started out like that. She hadn't had a single patient in all day, allowing the albino woman to catch up on her files, edit Takchawee's school records to present situations, and continue her studies into genetic diseases and disorders. Nothing had happened all day; not even a child faking sick to leave gym or a hyperventilating choir student. Not a single patient had walked through that door.
And yet, she was nervous.
Something was in the air and Nik didn't know what. It was a tension, like water just before the final drop caused it to cascade over the edge of the glass. So, after school hours, she waited, watching the door with her hands in her lap and uncharacteristically still.
Any moment, it would come through that door, and she would be ready.
Sure enough, a short knock at the door alerted the pale woman to someone entering just before the door flew open, revealing Orion Urswick (the school astrophysics and astronomy teacher). Other footsteps were heard out in the hall as he explained there was an emergency, and Nik's expression became grim. She knew it; somehow, her instincts had told her that something like this would happen.
When Vincent came through the door, her eyes flickered first to his and then to the boy cradled in his arms. It was Lei Do Chu, whom the half-Japanese woman had treated little less than a week ago for injuries relating to a power backlash. This time, however, the damage seemed worse.
Shallow breathing, wheezing: throat is likely constricted or blocked by blood or bruising. Bruises visible on arms and neck - possible power backlash, given subject's ability of hemokinesis. Immediate attention is required.
At her husband's nod, the ghostly woman motioned to a bed. "Lay him down and stay out of the way," she ordered briskly. She was already grabbing a stethoscope and gloves, as well as a breathing bag should she need it. Working in a hospital had one preparing for everything. "Orion, close the door and lock it. We don't need any students wandering in on this."
Mondays didn't normally do that to her. There was no reason for it, considering that few of the usual suspects applied to Mondays; rarely was it the night of a full moon (and it was daytime now), it wasn't often the thirteenth (that wouldn't be for three more days), and never was it a Friday. People were grumpy on Mondays, certainly, but unless there was a serious accident or a natural disaster, Monday was a very calm day.
It'd even started out like that. She hadn't had a single patient in all day, allowing the albino woman to catch up on her files, edit Takchawee's school records to present situations, and continue her studies into genetic diseases and disorders. Nothing had happened all day; not even a child faking sick to leave gym or a hyperventilating choir student. Not a single patient had walked through that door.
And yet, she was nervous.
Something was in the air and Nik didn't know what. It was a tension, like water just before the final drop caused it to cascade over the edge of the glass. So, after school hours, she waited, watching the door with her hands in her lap and uncharacteristically still.
Any moment, it would come through that door, and she would be ready.
Sure enough, a short knock at the door alerted the pale woman to someone entering just before the door flew open, revealing Orion Urswick (the school astrophysics and astronomy teacher). Other footsteps were heard out in the hall as he explained there was an emergency, and Nik's expression became grim. She knew it; somehow, her instincts had told her that something like this would happen.
When Vincent came through the door, her eyes flickered first to his and then to the boy cradled in his arms. It was Lei Do Chu, whom the half-Japanese woman had treated little less than a week ago for injuries relating to a power backlash. This time, however, the damage seemed worse.
Shallow breathing, wheezing: throat is likely constricted or blocked by blood or bruising. Bruises visible on arms and neck - possible power backlash, given subject's ability of hemokinesis. Immediate attention is required.
At her husband's nod, the ghostly woman motioned to a bed. "Lay him down and stay out of the way," she ordered briskly. She was already grabbing a stethoscope and gloves, as well as a breathing bag should she need it. Working in a hospital had one preparing for everything. "Orion, close the door and lock it. We don't need any students wandering in on this."