[OPEN] Eshai Memorial Hospital May catch-all

[survival_isnt_living]

Characters: Hospital staff, volunteers, patients, visitors, and everyone else!
Date: All of May
Location: Eshai Memorial Hospital, Metal Sector
Situation: General Hospital a la Turtle-back
Warnings/Rating: It’s a hospital, there will probably injuries/blood/etc at some point.
OOC Note: Everyone, feel free to add your own thread headers for whatever you might need!

There are still signs of the damage taken in the bombings, but repairs are taking place and are obviously not keeping the hospital from its usual busy schedule. Some of the work seems to be plumbing related: with the city water contaminated, they are trying to get a back-up system in place easier to keep purified, and sometimes some of the staff and volunteers can be found doing just that. Everyone needs sanitary water.

Some of the rooms have been reassigned uses until the repairs are finished, usually in favor of keeping intensive care as flexible as possible. First aid training still takes place in the classroom on the third floor, along with classroom-friendly aspects of field training.

Upon request, the list of active field medics will be provided by the front desk, along with who is currently on-call.
Active Field Medics:
Septimus
Raine Sage
Frank Zhang
Zelgadis Graywords
NPC kedan healers

Comments

[ruinsprofessor]

Raine gave Skulduggery a look of mild bemusement, sparked by both the rapid questions and the fact that he was asking things that usually the patient would be asking. "One thing at a time," she said, and focused on Solomon.

"I'd prefer you stay off that leg for now, but I'm well accustomed to people who can't sit still." Her voice was dry, but not unkind. "The wound that remains I don't think is severe enough to absolutely necessitate stitching, but I might recommend it anyway, if you plan to do a lot of walking. There are trained folk here who can help with that. Keep the dressings clean, don't lift heavy objects, keep your weight off that leg as much as is possible, come back here or contact someone immediately if it worsens: in short, exercise a modicum of common sense." These were things she had said before, and would definitely be saying again.

That was the first thing. "As to your second question," she continued, turning now to Skulduggery, and valiantly commenting not at all on his new style choices, "I've only seen one suit of black armor. I can't be completely certain it was the same one you're speaking of, but it was fairly distinctive and I would recognize it if I saw it again. I don't know much about it, however, only that whoever was wearing it has been here more than once, and has been helping each time I've noticed them. Why do you ask?"

[skeletonenigma]

Raine didn't know who was wearing the armour either, it seemed. That was annoying.

Skulduggery was about to ask if she'd ever heard the person within speak, but stopped himself before he could. It was a pointless question. Chances were, she hadn't; if the person in the armour had a distinctive voice, it was something Raine would have mentioned. So he simply nodded his thanks to her, glanced at Solomon, and shrugged. "Curiosity. I have far too much of it for my own good. Can't you tell? It killed me."

Did he care whether Wreath would exercise a modicum of common sense? No, Skulduggery decided; he didn't. Wreath was getting the healing he needed, and more besides. What he did from this point on was completely up to him.

"Unless you need me for anything else," Skulduggery added, "I'll be off."

[peacefullywreathed]

The healer's instructions only proved Solomon's first impression: she preferred straightforwardness over coddling and platitudes. Solomon appreciated that, and smiled wryly. "I'll have it stitched before I leave, then," he said. "Other than an inability to remain off my feet when necessary, I'm quite proficient in the art of common sense."

He lifted an eyebrow at Skulduggery and said deadpan, "Really? I thought you were simply making a fashion statement. Just as well; Bespoke would be horrified if he knew. That purple does not go well with your suit."

Yes, he was going to reap as much amusement out of that as he could. Especially since his head was aching thanks to the punch, and now that he didn't have a broken leg to draw attention he was definitely noticing. He rubbed his cheek with a grimace. At least it wasn't likely he was going to wind up with a black eye. Solomon waved dismissively at the skeleton. "Yes, please go. I don't think any of us need to be blinded by visual horrors."

If Pleasant hadn't killed him in a fit of rage just yet, he had far too much control to do it with witnesses. Right now, Solomon just wanted some space from future-timeline dimensional rivals to figure out exactly what had just happened and what he was going to do about it.

[wrathfulkhan]

If it wouldn't be obvious as hell, Gene would take this opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief. Raine had his back, even if she didn't know it. That was a relief. It had really been smart of him to help out in the armor to confuse anyone who might think of him as a servant of Malicant. That would be really offensive, anyway! He and the damned thing were completely at odds. Malicant wanted to plunge Keeliai into chaos (and seemed in some ways to be succeeding); Gene wanted to purge that scourge from the universe.

Gene kept carefully silent about Skul's new coat of paint. "I'm glad I was able to help, even if it wasn't very much," he said. "I should probably go, too. It was good to meet you."

[ruinsprofessor]

Curiosity, Raine understood, but she gave Skulduggery a skeptical look anyway, mostly on principle.

Still, it wasn't strictly her business. To Solomon, she said, "I'll send someone with the right training over shortly. Once that's done and you're bandaged up you're free to go." His honesty and his willingness to take at least some sensible precautions were both appreciated.

"As to you two--" She paused, there. She really didn't know them well, but she didn't know many people here well, and both Skulduggery and Gene seemed good sorts. At least one of them was willing to indulge her usual barrage of questions, which was always promising. "--It'd be nice to see you some time when it isn't an emergency," she said finally, with a little quirk of a smile. "Take care."

Consider him gone with this tag!

[skeletonenigma]

"Yes it would," Skulduggery agreed with a tip of his hat. "Take care yourself."

Wreath received nothing more than an acknowledging glance, impossible to read without a face to go by. Gene received a slightly more amicable nod, which was objectively just as impossible to read, and yet somehow managed to convey an extra measure of friendliness. Then Skulduggery turned and left the hospital.

[peacefullywreathed]

That was alright. Skulduggery received nothing but a blank expression back before Solomon turned his attention to Gene. "Your help was appreciated," he said, a little sardonically. "Do keep an eye out for any further violence by purple skeletons. Apparently it's all the rage these days."

It was said loud enough for Skulduggery to hear as he left, but Solomon wasn't expecting any sort of response or reaction, and didn't turn to see if there was one. Raine was offered more obvious respect, with an acknowledging nod and far less sarcasm in Solomon's tone. "And your help as well, madam. I do hope your other patients are less trouble."

He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. Now that the pain was mostly gone, at least he might be able to think.