Appointments Post

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March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

I have known men that get injured thusly on a regular bases and still faint at the sight of a nosebleed. While it is tragic, it also has saved me the cost of anesthesia on a few occasions.

[As fat as Adele was concerned, the sleeve was enough out of the way for her to work; the wounded skin was clear of any stray threads that she could see and there was space enough for her to work. But. If he was uncomfortable? She steps back and plucks up a fresh scalpel.]

How attached are you to this shirt? It would be quickest to cut it off.

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

Considering I didn't have to pay for it? Not attached at all.

[He doesn't mind it, as long as she's not planning on shoving that scalpel up his nose.]

Liked the jacket a helluva' lot more.

[And now look at it, shredded in a sad bloody heap nearby. The tragedy of it all.]

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

Soak it in cold water; take it to the seamstress after you wash the blood from it.

[She's careful to pull the fabric well away from Doyle's skin as she starts to cut the bloody shirt from his arm. She follows the seams to keep it simple, tearing through it in a handful of quick, efficient strokes. Once it's all cut she peels it away, sets it aside, and resumes cleaning out the deeper lacerations on Doyle's arm.]

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

Seamstress? We have one of those?

[He works a shoulder around when the shirt's gone, and the cool air is doing wonders for him now that he feels unconstrained. But then she's back to work and he's still like a good patient should be.

Only, he's getting more and more tired as time passes, and he thinks this is probably from the bloodloss. So he tries to focus on rambling.]

Soaking it in cold water'll do the trick, though?

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

It is listed on the map, if memory serves.

[A few small threads, a bit of dirt, Adele uses great care in removing them from Doyle's deepest laceration. She flushes them with saline once more, looks over the torn muscle with a critical eye, then daubs the area around the slashed skin with iodine.]

Cold water and baking soda. Soak it overnight, and then wash it.

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

[He nods, blinking tiredly; once he realizes it, he speaks up, leaning heavy on his elbow.] I'm getting pretty light-headed. You think we could jump into the next step a little soon and get some fluids going?

[He knows that's not exactly the first step to do if someone's got open wounds, but... damn man. He really needs something.]

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

[Adele considers it a moment before nodding, folding over a square of sterile gauze and pressing it on top of the deeper lacerations. She nods for him to hold it there while she fetches an IV stand.]

Keep the pressure on, and your arm elevated as best you are able.

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

[He nods, pressing to keep it from bleeding anymore than it has, arm elevated just so. He's gotten used to stopping wounds from bleeding out, at least.]

Thanks.

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

[One last look at the gauze before she's pulling out a stand, a bag of saline, and flipping through the small tray of pharmaceuticals she'd stocked in each examination room before Rick arrived. After a moment she finds what she's looking for. Neupogen. She returns with the stand, a bag of saline, medical tape, a peripheral IV line, an 18 gauge peripheral cannula, and a syringe for administering the Neuprogen.

She returns to his side, hanging the bag on the stand and connecting the tubing to the dock, letting it sit for a moment. A dab of iodine is smeared on the back of Doyle's good hand, and she prepares the site of the catheter.]

I trust you have no issues with needles?

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

[He just smiles at that.]

26 years ago, probably. Stick me, doc.

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

...It must be something to do with the translation. That always sounds slightly provocative to me.

[A soft huff of laughter and she slides the catheter in place, offering Doyle a lifeline of saline and Neuprogen. Fluid to make up for lost volume, medication to make up for the lost red blood cells.]

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

[He laughs.]

I'd agree with that, but I'm not exactly looking provocative with my, uh, IV drip and fucked-up arm. [He jiggles his arm around, the IV line wiggling a bit.] Nothin' sexier than a half-mauled limb, right?

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

You have no idea. You are so hot I am beginning to perspire due to your proximity.

[She rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the lacerations.]

Were it not for the potential malpractice suit and terribly unprofessional implications, I would, as my sister puts it, mount you like a Harley and ride you like a stallion. [Compete and utter deadpan.]

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

[man-pout in progress_]

I can't tell if that wounds me, or if it's just my arm hurting.

...

...

Are you always on top in your hypotheticals?

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

[If she could see it, she might find it hilarious. As it is her eyes are on her work, the slow, steady series of injections around the deepest cut to constrict the blood vessels and prevent further bleeding.]

With as much morphine as I have given you, Sergeant, I'm certain I have wounded your masculine pride.

[Injections finished, she threads a needle and begins the first set of sutures.]

That depends on a great many variables.

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

Uh-huuuuuh... Like lighting and sexy music, or are we talking 'I'm too tired for this shit'?

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

Would you rather I suggest an elaborate setting for this hypothetical? A bearskin rug, a cabin in the woods, a fire in the hearth, soft jazz with lilting saxophone playing in the background?

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

[Ew, there's that 'fire' word. I hate that word.]

That sounds nice, actually. [e-ehem] Nicer than where my imagination took it.

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

Sweaty and unsatisfying fumbling in the back seat of some form of 'pick up truck' or other vehicle of labor?

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

Hey, don't knock off car sex so quickly. You just have to know the right way of doing it.

And for your information, I was thinking kinky sex on a car's front hood. During a summer night, when it's nice and humid. [oh yes, getting sexy flashbacks over here] ... Fourth of July. Best one of my young scrawny life.

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

Unless the car is an Alfa Romeo, Bentley, or Aston Martin I wouldn't be caught dead engaging in any form of coitus in or around it.

[She snorts and finishes knotting off the first line of sutures.] At least you did not suggest engaging in intercourse whilst driving.

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

Oohooooo, Miss Fancy over here. Some of us can't afford expensive car sex, thanks.

[Though, sex while driving... sounds like an interesting challenge.

NOT THAT I'D ATTEMPT THAT, IF I WERE ABLE TO.

... maybe on an empty highway should the chance arise.

maybe. just sayin'.]

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

Less fancy and more educated opinion. The stock paint on Ferrari's is too slick to maintain a comfortable position, the same goes for most American models as well.

March 27th [Action]

[fuckthemission]

Slipping and sliding is just a fun challenge.

[... He peers over her work with her, paling a little again. Don't worry, he coo', he coo'.]

... Think it'll scar pretty good?

March 27th [Action]

[fleurdesel]

Of course it is.

[She snorts and dabs the skin around the next deep cut with iodine, threading a fresh needle.]

There is no such thing as a 'good' scar Rick.