Infirmary

[puddlejumperOZ]

<< MRI Room >>
"It was actually very comfortable Doc, you think I could stay a while." He was joking of course and he held her hand for a moment, which reminded him of his wife so far away in Pegasus. "Doc do me a favour, if they bring sandwiches for me, no ham ok...oh and some rice pudding would be nice." It was the first time Mac had genuinely smiled in a long time.

[SilverRider]

Marcia Hawks (it’s Marcia, Marcia, Marcia )

MRI -- > Recovery Room 2 and vice versa.


Once the MRI was done Marcia had Davis moved out the MRI Room carefully and in one of the rooms across from it. The woman was still in the same mode as she had arrived, no muscle had moved from her body, her breathing that Hawks checked was still on the low side, but pulse was still on the worrying side. There was no way of knowing for the moment as to why the woman wasn’t responding. From the appearance the Lieutenant looked be just resting like she was sleeping but Marcia knew that it wasn’t the case. Something else was going inside that head.

After making sure that Claire was settled, Marcia had gone back to collect the MRI scans that were ready. Collecting them, she placed them in an envelope and marked them with Davis’s name. Moving back in the room where Davis had been place Marcia left the scans on the side table for Gus to look at.

((This takes place before Steele moved in to the MRI with Will))

[Ryn]

<< MRI Room --> back to Recovery 3 >>

She gently removed her hand, smiling back. "Oh, we will do much better than sandwiches. Your first meal will be a proper one, but don't worry, it'll be light stuff... Your stomach needs time to readjust to proper food. Are you allergic to anything? How's soup sound? Um, steamed fish, we got a local trout here that's amazing, and of course you need your veggies, I'm sure I could get Chef Swanson to bring some sort of sweet yoghurt in as well for dessert ..."

While Julianna talked, Emilio had a little trouble keeping a straight face as they wheeled MacGregor back towards Rec 3. Julianna noticed but said nothing, everyone was entitled to their private fun, just as long as he didn't start laughing in her face he was OK. She already knew he was going to bring MacGregor his meal anyway.


Dr Julianna Steele

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<<Recovery Room 3>>
Mac watched as the young doctor stood there, he noticed out of the corner of his eye Emilio stifle a laugh, with a 'don't mess with me' look, Emilio straightened and ducked out, just as Mac replied. "I'll take the lot doc, and if it's not too much to ask, can I have the fish grilled, the smell of steamed fish reminds me too much of a symbiote floating in a tank." He burst into laughter but had to wince when his newly repaired stitches pulled him up.

[Ryn]

((she didn't walk away, she only pulled the hand back ))

<< Rec 3 >>

Well, humour, eh. It was as good a medicine as any. Julianna smiled at the laughter, it was welcome.

"Trust me, sir. Our Chef Swanson doesn't cook like that at all. But I will pass on your request." She motioned Emilio closer and whispered to him to go get the food. The medic nodded and left. As Emilio left, she did notice how MacGregor winced.

"See, sir, you're not in a shape to go walking around just yet. I'll keep you here for observation for the night, then you are free to go. A good night's sleep will help. But you'll have to come back in a few days for a check-up of the stitches and that lump on your head."

She figured the man still needed rest, at the very least he could do with a full night's sleep. And he would still have the benefit of the pain killers as well, that way. Men like him usually weren't keen on taking pills, she knew that from experience. Now, where is Gus? I need to report to him, see what he says, and I need to check on Kari ...


Dr Julianna Steele

[aintright]

Spoiler:

<< Med Bay >>

"No, no, not the LT. He hates my guts, that much is obvious. Though, I... no." He had a hard time pulling himself back together. He took a few moments.

"I... " David cleared his throat and started over. "Um. I couldn't tell you any details. I never saw the battle, I was out of harms' way. As per orders, they just.... didn't trust me I guess. Didn't trust me to not get in trouble. Which. Um. Is kind of OK. I wouldn't have trusted *me*, either. So I just sat there and listened. Then got out until it seemed all clear. The... the local Jaffa might know more. They, um, they were a big help to us. Though, of course, that planet is probably overrun by now, maybe we can't trust them anymore. I don't know. I've no idea! No idea." His memory regarding the mission was a huge jumble, the mission-related stress quite taking over whenever he tried to remember something.

He ruffled his hair, then shook the head as if to clear it.
"Uh. Stevens. Yes, she's tough, she seems so, arrogant, would be the word, but I guess female military have that way about them, she'll find her way, though it will be without my help, unfortunately, I highly doubt Blue will let me get *out there* again..."

What Sujie said about Kari, had him looking up again, relief evident in his voice.
"Oh, I am glad. Believe me, doc. I think the LT would take it out on me, if she wasn't OK. Hughes is nuts that way. And, and, I ... I liked her, too, yes, I like... her." Correcting himself at the last second. Present tense.

"Uh. Is... is it OK if I, um, sat with her a little? Don't know if she would like it, but, well, I can only try, there's no one else for her, isn't there?" He belatedly realised this could all be explained in a variety of ways. "Oh, it's... um, merely professional. I can't really say she's my friend even, I mean, we've only just met..." He just sat there on the bed, legs dangling down, looking quite lost and confused.

<<Patience Girl!>>

Sujie just bit her tongue and avoided be sucked into the comments of this obviously judgemental man. He sure had boxes for everyone. How convenient for him to be able to place everyone into their proper slot. She tried to force herself to be patient. It was appaarent there was still a level of shock.

Finally, a glimmer of hope. Nodding slightly, "Sure Dr. Williams, you may sit with her until time for surgery. I think it would be good for the both of you." She scribbled some notes on his chart. "Okay, you may consider yourself released. On one condition! You will set a schedule to meet with the phsychiatrist, the chaplain, you choice. Or if you wish you can meet with me." Raising an eyebrow as she smirked.

Standing, reviewing her scribble to the nurse to continue to observe him while he sat with Crescent. "Stay put. I will have a nurse by to escort you to the Captain's bedside." Another small cock of the head, "If I was you, I would be searching my mind for the details. I will have a notepad and pen brought to you. Don't dismiss even the smallest detail. Everything iis important."

There was a last grin and then the click of heels as she headed back to the front desk for her next assignment. She had given up on a legitimate escape.

(phewwww .... not quite Monday yet .... actually early!! - you can play the nurse and move yourself on!!)

[puddlejumperOZ]

<< Rec 3 >>

MAcGregor woke in recovery, after a short sleep feelng better than he had for some time, he felt his head and the swelling there had reduced somewhat. He glanced at the bed tray and noticed it had been cleared, he never thought he could eat so much. Actually pestering a duty Nurse to have Chef Swanson cook up another meal for him after hours seemed to have paid off. Gingerly he swung his legs over the side of the bed and tested his legs....ok there. The pain in his chest was numbed down fairly well and only the odd irritation from the sutres told him it was still there. Mac looked up at the ward clock, 1930, still some time before the Doctor did her nextrounds. The time would pass quickly, he thought about it for a moment, then got up, grabbed a towell hanging over the end of his bed and went for a shower. When he returned he heard a soft murmer of voices coming from the Nurses station, he recognised Doctor Steele's voice, so he settled back to wait. Hoping she had his discharge papers signed. He saw Emilio not far away and thought he might pass some time.

"Emilio lad, do you play cards....chess, anything? I'm a little light on entertainmant at the moment."

[Apollodragon]

((I know I am moving vary fast this post will be the last fast post right now))

<From Mess Hall>

As the elevator doors opened Michael stepped off the elevator and headed to the nurse station, cursing under his breath. During his ride to the infirmary Michael took of his BDU jacket and was using it as a bandage to help stop the bleeding.

"I cut my hand on a coffee cup handle. The gash looks rather deep and is bleeding a lot,"Michael stated to the nurse.

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MacGregor noticed the young engineer walk past the door and head for the Nurses station, he placed what would have been his third royal flush face down and excused himself from Emilio. "Back in a second champ...and don't look at my hand either."

"Ah...of course not sir." Emilio smiled, knowing full well as soon as Will was out of sight he sneek a look. He was down five hands already. He was only glad it wasn't for money, the older man wasn't a sharp, he just knew his cards. Emilio regretted not finding the Chess board, but most likely the result would have been the same.

"How ya goin'?" Will said to the young man. "Seems like accidents are common around here, what did you do...oh my name is MacGregor, Will MacGregor and pay no attention to the stars on my ward gown..." He grinned broadly, not sure if the young man got the joke.

[Apollodragon]

(( I don't know if the Nurses have become NPCs so I am going to just play it as they are PCs, until I am told otherwise))

Sorry, my name is Michael West," Michael replied to the nurse's question for his name. ((I forgot to have him mention it to the nurse))

Michael saw a man in a hospital gown come toward him. Pinned to the man's gown were commodore stars, Michael gave the man a nod as he knew that this man was a superior. Michael was not military but he still gave people their rank respect expect for saluting and few others such as using the term sir.

"Accidents are common around here for sure. For a while I was in and out the infirmary for one thing or another. It has been about a year and a half since I have been in here for a accident.

"My name is Michael Theodore West. I cut my hand on a broken coffee cup handle. Darn thing is leaking like a sieve. Ceramics can be as sharp as razor for sure,” Michael stated to Will.

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<<Nurses Station>>

Will leaned against the counter and saw Michael's eye's focused on the "Stars" and burst with laughter. "Son you don't know the half of, I've been in and out of medbays for at least half my service life. And don't worry none about the stars. Nurses joke. While it's true they belong to me, they don't normally adorn a ward gown, we're all equals here." Will looked at the blood begining to seep through Michael's jacket and after shaking his off-hand and acknowledging the young fellow's name, Will offered a little advice.

"Nice to meet you Michael, but I tell you what, before Emilio in there gets testy about blood all over the floor, lift your arm up to help stem the blood flow. Oh and when they get around to looking after you, watch out for the redhead."

That seemed to lighten the situation up somewhat and while they both waited to be attended to Will found out Michael was an engineer and so they discussed the finer points of metalurgy in between hushes from the station nurse.

[Apollodragon]

"Thank you sir, I don't want any blood on desk either." Tim gave Will a nod of thanks and gave Michael a stern look. "If you’d lay down on one of the beds in the medical bay someone will be right with you."

"Thank you," said Michael to the nurse at the desk with a sheepish look. As Michael walked in the direction of the Medical Bay he turned to Will and nodded for him to come along. "Are you trying to say something about redheads?" Michael laughed.

[puddlejumperOZ]

Will walked alongsie Michael hoping Doctor Steele didn't see him wandering about in his bare feet, he leaned close to the young man. "That one." he jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Is the worst, she'll come in a three am, wake you up, and then give you something to sleep. I mean really, I wasasleep, but just like clockwork in she comes, gives me a shake and then saunters off with a smirk on her face."

[Northern Girl]

((OOC: Location tags boys!! Please check this map for the infirmary lay out and even though Gloria is an NPC; she’s occupied in one of the recovery rooms atm ))

< Staff lounge -> Nurses’ station >

Gus sipped on a cup of coffee as he passed the door from lounge to the counter of the nurses’ station, almost choking on it when seeing the behind of MacGregor heading for the Med bay in the tow of Michael.
“Tim?” he said in a questionable, yet serious tone.
The desk clerk turned on his swivel chair, “I know. Scary uh? I’m going to have nightmares all week… Thought I should be immune by now though.” He shrugged and handed him a note with West’s condition on. “Deep cut in the hand.”

Gus took another gulp of his coffee before placing it on the desk with a longing look, “Ok, I’ll see what I can do about it”
He took the note and walked towards the Med bay, stopping briefly by Sujie, “I’ll be in the Med bay for a while. Hold the fort for now will you? We’ve got Foster coming down with a one of the scientists having caught a second round of SSF. Thought that might catch your interest for a while.”
He gave her a grin and an encouraging pat on the shoulder before hurrying after the two men in to the Med bay.

< Med bay >

Gus walked over towards Michael and motioned him towards the closest empty bed, “Have a seat and tell me what happened,” before turning to MecGregor, “And you William. I don’t want to see you leave the bed until you’re cleared by one of us, is that understood?”

[Apollodragon]

((Sorry about the mistake NG))
<Medical Bay>
"See you later Will" Michael said. "Well Doc I was rushing to get to my shift, when I stopped in the mess hall to pick up a bite to eat on the run. I knocked a coffee cup over and tried to pick up the pieces when the handle cut my left palm," Michael stated in a matter of fact tone but still sheepish for his foolishness. Whoa, Doc the world is starting to spin."