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- Thread starter lafeae
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lafeae
Absent-minded Doodler
It had been no surprise to anyone that Jack hated the night shift. A natural morning person, much to the bane of some of the other sleep-eyed staff in the morning, trying to get himself up and prepared after the sun had set was difficult. This was just going to be natural routine. He'd changed jobs to a hospital somewhat outside of the city, somewhere a little more peaceful so his nerves wouldn't get to him as much. That meant being the new guy--getting the bad shifts.
Then again, they seemed to be quiet, especially in orthopedics. There weren't too many people he needed to take care of at that time, and most of it was spent going back through patients files, making quick rounds, and reading. The first night he figured he'd be busy, and quickly learned that he was, instead, nodding off with the hum-drum quiet that seemed to penetrate the place. If a cow walked through and let out a moo in the hallway, he wouldn't be surprised, though at least it would wake him up. Now, he knew better.
Finishing up on a patient that needed to soon be taken to ICU, he pulled off his gloves and watched as transport took the man away, and he retreated back to the desk in the corner of the room, picking his book up from where he had laid it before. Having the little sack of books from the local Goodwill, he found himself indulging in trashy romance novels. The nurses made fun of him for it, but they were quick read and didn't require too much brain power for him to get through, especially if he had to pick them up and put them back down repeatedly. Every so often his eyes would float up to the glass windows, the darkened halls, and then back to his book. If they needed him, they'd page him, bring someone, or buzz the pager. He felt like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon...though some part of him hoped.
Then again, they seemed to be quiet, especially in orthopedics. There weren't too many people he needed to take care of at that time, and most of it was spent going back through patients files, making quick rounds, and reading. The first night he figured he'd be busy, and quickly learned that he was, instead, nodding off with the hum-drum quiet that seemed to penetrate the place. If a cow walked through and let out a moo in the hallway, he wouldn't be surprised, though at least it would wake him up. Now, he knew better.
Finishing up on a patient that needed to soon be taken to ICU, he pulled off his gloves and watched as transport took the man away, and he retreated back to the desk in the corner of the room, picking his book up from where he had laid it before. Having the little sack of books from the local Goodwill, he found himself indulging in trashy romance novels. The nurses made fun of him for it, but they were quick read and didn't require too much brain power for him to get through, especially if he had to pick them up and put them back down repeatedly. Every so often his eyes would float up to the glass windows, the darkened halls, and then back to his book. If they needed him, they'd page him, bring someone, or buzz the pager. He felt like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon...though some part of him hoped.
FrankieLynn
Angelic Choir
Harper, having been through this song and dance quite a few times now, does not even seem upset that her arm is apparently broken. Sure, it hurts (quite a bit actually), but they would be giving her pain medicine any moment now. She had already had her neighbor wrap ice around the wound and strap her arm into a temporary sling. During the silent ride to the hospital, Harper couldn't help but thank the heavens. Thank God it wasn't her left arm. Besides writing and typing, the woman tries her best to never use her left arm, in fear that it will break and leave her without the ability to support herself. Everything depends on her left arm. Sure, she had taught herself to eat and throw things with her right arm, but teaching a new hand to write is more trouble than she has time for.
The two, Harper and the elderly woman from next door, both sit now, waiting for a nurse to summon them. The female does not feel her little accident counts as an emergency, no matter how much the older woman fusses at her. The two have been friends ever since Harper had broken her hip bone one summer; it turns out Miss Elaine had broken hers the summer before. What wonderful bonding experience. Besides, the younger woman refuses to let her parents stay with her to nurse her back to health; no matter how serious the injury, each uses their affection as a weapon on the other. Even at the age of 28, Harper's parents still fight over her like wild dogs, claiming each love her more. That type of stress isn't good on anyone, especially a quiet, keeps-to-herself writer who wants nothing more than to block out her past. This is why Miss Elaine is such a great resource to have.
Because the older woman does not understand the new smartphones, and the younger woman won't let her go back to the land-line phone, the two communicate with top-of-the-line, waterproof walkie talkies. There is nothing that makes both woman feel young again than making code names up for different snack foods or attractive mailmen. It is truly great to have a best friend; it keeps Harper from becoming the neighborhood Cat Lady or a hermit. Plus, there is always someone to take you the the hospital. Miss Elaine's husband had died young, and without any children of her own, she claims the young woman as her own, allowing her to mother someone for the first time in her life. The seventy-year-old sees Harper as her gift from god, despite the woman's sarcasm and awkward behaviors.
As a nurse finally does read the woman's paperwork and travel out to meet them, hugs and jokes are shared between the three. Harper and Elaine are seen as regulars here, remembering to give all their favorite staff Christmas cards and birthday gifts. As the other women chat about the recent addition in the nurse's family (a small poodle names Rocco), Harper watches the few other patients around them. She subconsciously marches towards the orthopedic center, forgetting the sharp pain in her arm. Dr. Randal had finally retired, much so her dismay, so a stranger would be working with her today. Oh joy... The woman slows down, feeling anxious already about the meeting, and tries to convince her friend to go home.
"Hey, Elaine, you know this break is very straight-to-the-point; I'll be in and out before you can finish an entire rerun of How I Met Your Mother. You can head home, and I'll catch a cab. I need to stop by the bookstore anyway..."
The older woman stops chatting and stares at the younger woman with her usual dont-try-to-make-me-leave-I-am-your-mother look. Harper sighs and shuts her mouth. Old people are so stubborn.
The two, Harper and the elderly woman from next door, both sit now, waiting for a nurse to summon them. The female does not feel her little accident counts as an emergency, no matter how much the older woman fusses at her. The two have been friends ever since Harper had broken her hip bone one summer; it turns out Miss Elaine had broken hers the summer before. What wonderful bonding experience. Besides, the younger woman refuses to let her parents stay with her to nurse her back to health; no matter how serious the injury, each uses their affection as a weapon on the other. Even at the age of 28, Harper's parents still fight over her like wild dogs, claiming each love her more. That type of stress isn't good on anyone, especially a quiet, keeps-to-herself writer who wants nothing more than to block out her past. This is why Miss Elaine is such a great resource to have.
Because the older woman does not understand the new smartphones, and the younger woman won't let her go back to the land-line phone, the two communicate with top-of-the-line, waterproof walkie talkies. There is nothing that makes both woman feel young again than making code names up for different snack foods or attractive mailmen. It is truly great to have a best friend; it keeps Harper from becoming the neighborhood Cat Lady or a hermit. Plus, there is always someone to take you the the hospital. Miss Elaine's husband had died young, and without any children of her own, she claims the young woman as her own, allowing her to mother someone for the first time in her life. The seventy-year-old sees Harper as her gift from god, despite the woman's sarcasm and awkward behaviors.
As a nurse finally does read the woman's paperwork and travel out to meet them, hugs and jokes are shared between the three. Harper and Elaine are seen as regulars here, remembering to give all their favorite staff Christmas cards and birthday gifts. As the other women chat about the recent addition in the nurse's family (a small poodle names Rocco), Harper watches the few other patients around them. She subconsciously marches towards the orthopedic center, forgetting the sharp pain in her arm. Dr. Randal had finally retired, much so her dismay, so a stranger would be working with her today. Oh joy... The woman slows down, feeling anxious already about the meeting, and tries to convince her friend to go home.
"Hey, Elaine, you know this break is very straight-to-the-point; I'll be in and out before you can finish an entire rerun of How I Met Your Mother. You can head home, and I'll catch a cab. I need to stop by the bookstore anyway..."
The older woman stops chatting and stares at the younger woman with her usual dont-try-to-make-me-leave-I-am-your-mother look. Harper sighs and shuts her mouth. Old people are so stubborn.
lafeae
Absent-minded Doodler
Jack had planned to look up to see if anyone was coming, but before he had the chance, was jarred by the sound of the phone ringing, and jolted his hand out towards it to pick it up. "Dr. DeWitt." He answered curtly, and he listened as a nurse from the front of the wing told him that he had a patient heading his way. They were sending a mobile x-ray shortly behind. What surprised him the most, however, was the fact that person who was coming already had a file in the large cabinet that was sitting on the opposing side of the room.
Before he was able to ask anymore questions about the person, A girl named Harper Ann Webster, they hung up the phone. Well then. He supposed that everything he was supposed to get out of it was from the file. It was always a better start than none, that way he didn't have to go through all the tedious information.
Putting the phone back on the receiver, Jack got up and went over to the file, going towards the bottom one and grabbed what he realized was a fairly large file. Page after page of miscellaneous injury before he finally went back to the front and seen that this was something she was born with. Osteegenesis Imperfecta. Something that he had never actually come in contact with, only heard. He recalled, vaguely, that his predecessor was a specialist in OI. Not that he imagined anyone would come all the way out here for that. Apparently, he was wrong.
Taking the file and laying it out on the table, Jack walked outside of the room and settled his hands in his pockets. Webster....Webster....Harper Webster. Why did that name sound so familiar with him? Maybe it was a patient that Dr. Randal had told him about and it drifted into the back of his mind. He was eager to see an OI patient. Everything was pictures, textbooks, medical journals. And that, prematurely, put a smile on his face.
Before he was able to ask anymore questions about the person, A girl named Harper Ann Webster, they hung up the phone. Well then. He supposed that everything he was supposed to get out of it was from the file. It was always a better start than none, that way he didn't have to go through all the tedious information.
Putting the phone back on the receiver, Jack got up and went over to the file, going towards the bottom one and grabbed what he realized was a fairly large file. Page after page of miscellaneous injury before he finally went back to the front and seen that this was something she was born with. Osteegenesis Imperfecta. Something that he had never actually come in contact with, only heard. He recalled, vaguely, that his predecessor was a specialist in OI. Not that he imagined anyone would come all the way out here for that. Apparently, he was wrong.
Taking the file and laying it out on the table, Jack walked outside of the room and settled his hands in his pockets. Webster....Webster....Harper Webster. Why did that name sound so familiar with him? Maybe it was a patient that Dr. Randal had told him about and it drifted into the back of his mind. He was eager to see an OI patient. Everything was pictures, textbooks, medical journals. And that, prematurely, put a smile on his face.
FrankieLynn
Angelic Choir
Harper takes her sweet time walking down the hall, and she slows her pace even more as the new doctor comes into view. A young doctor; of course! The woman sighs to herself, imagining the future conversation. He had surely read about her disease by now, and he is probably interested in learning all about it. The female glances at her older friend, hoping she will help speed the process along, but the woman doesn't even notice her look. She is too busy looking the new doctor over. The elderly woman clicks her tongue and shakes her head, as if she cannot believe what she is seeing. This causes Harper to frown and crease her eyebrows together. Was her friend going insane? There is a doctor in a hospital; big whoop. The nurse must have drank from the loony fountain, too, because she playfully elbows the girl in her side. Harper is going to make a somewhat-rude remark that the other woman could have harmed her ribs, but the nurse begins the speak first.
"Oh, yeah, girls! Jack is our very own residential hottie; you better get ' em before I do, sweetheart."
Harper smiles weakly at the lady, and her face immediately blushes with embarrassment. The nurse suddenly disgusted the female, and she now regrets hugging her moments ago. She could now feel the sweat from the nurse's shoulder that had passed to her by the quick physical contact. Miss Elaine agrees with the other woman and begins cooing about the possibility of love. Harper buses herself by using her left hand to dig out her Germ-X. New people; new germs. She drops it back in her purse, realizing she can't spread it over her palm. She chews on her bottom lip nervously, and her older friend notices right before they reach Dr. DeWitt. She instinctively takes a wipe from her own palm and she cleans her daughter-figure's hand. They finally reach the man.
"Hello...." Harper greets the stranger but cannot look him in the eye. She is too distracted staring at the hands in his pockets. She wonders how many different bacteria can live inside warm, cotton pockets. The thoughts scares her enough to look at his face. Her blush remains, knowing the two women are watching her every move. It's not like this "Jack" guy is bad looking; he was cute in a nerdy way, holding her medical files and waiting eagerly to meet someone with a rare disorder. She just can't be in a relationship right now...or ever. Okay; well that is rather dramatic, but Harper doesn't want the nurse hinting that she is available. What if the poor guy is desperate enough to ask her out on a date? Harper swallows and manages to give him a small smile.
"Oh, yeah, girls! Jack is our very own residential hottie; you better get ' em before I do, sweetheart."
Harper smiles weakly at the lady, and her face immediately blushes with embarrassment. The nurse suddenly disgusted the female, and she now regrets hugging her moments ago. She could now feel the sweat from the nurse's shoulder that had passed to her by the quick physical contact. Miss Elaine agrees with the other woman and begins cooing about the possibility of love. Harper buses herself by using her left hand to dig out her Germ-X. New people; new germs. She drops it back in her purse, realizing she can't spread it over her palm. She chews on her bottom lip nervously, and her older friend notices right before they reach Dr. DeWitt. She instinctively takes a wipe from her own palm and she cleans her daughter-figure's hand. They finally reach the man.
"Hello...." Harper greets the stranger but cannot look him in the eye. She is too distracted staring at the hands in his pockets. She wonders how many different bacteria can live inside warm, cotton pockets. The thoughts scares her enough to look at his face. Her blush remains, knowing the two women are watching her every move. It's not like this "Jack" guy is bad looking; he was cute in a nerdy way, holding her medical files and waiting eagerly to meet someone with a rare disorder. She just can't be in a relationship right now...or ever. Okay; well that is rather dramatic, but Harper doesn't want the nurse hinting that she is available. What if the poor guy is desperate enough to ask her out on a date? Harper swallows and manages to give him a small smile.
lafeae
Absent-minded Doodler
(This came right when I needed it ^^ thank you.)
The woman's fidgeting all the way up the hall made him curious, and he watched with a little bit of amusement as she fiddled with a small bottle--likely sanitizer. Everyone carrier their own personal supply anymore. If only they knew that keeping themselves from germs made it so much easier for new ones to form and take hold with relative simplicity. No immune system. But he didn't blame this girl. She'd probably been sheltered, kept in a quiet bubble from the rest of the world because of her illness.
"Good evening, ladies," he greeted, warm. His hands emerged from his pockets, and he clasped the file tight. The nurses were giggling, like they always seemed to. "Its nice to meet you--I'm Dr. DeWitt-- I wish I could have called you before. Randal didn't leave me much notice with patients." Even though he was confident, his heart was beating and he let out nervous laughter, as if just the look of the woman was speculating his very existence. "So...anyways, I hear we've had an accident. Let's take a seat and we'll figure it out from there, alright? I've got X-ray on the way."
And he was easy as he set the tips of his fingers on her shoulder, not wanting to aggravate her injury, or even maybe cause something just trough touch. He wasn't sure if she was severe or not.
The woman's fidgeting all the way up the hall made him curious, and he watched with a little bit of amusement as she fiddled with a small bottle--likely sanitizer. Everyone carrier their own personal supply anymore. If only they knew that keeping themselves from germs made it so much easier for new ones to form and take hold with relative simplicity. No immune system. But he didn't blame this girl. She'd probably been sheltered, kept in a quiet bubble from the rest of the world because of her illness.
"Good evening, ladies," he greeted, warm. His hands emerged from his pockets, and he clasped the file tight. The nurses were giggling, like they always seemed to. "Its nice to meet you--I'm Dr. DeWitt-- I wish I could have called you before. Randal didn't leave me much notice with patients." Even though he was confident, his heart was beating and he let out nervous laughter, as if just the look of the woman was speculating his very existence. "So...anyways, I hear we've had an accident. Let's take a seat and we'll figure it out from there, alright? I've got X-ray on the way."
And he was easy as he set the tips of his fingers on her shoulder, not wanting to aggravate her injury, or even maybe cause something just trough touch. He wasn't sure if she was severe or not.
FrankieLynn
Angelic Choir
The woman just nods at each and every bit of information the male gives, not wanting to speak anymore than she has to. Harper merely sits and waits. The shoulder touch was odd, but she tries to calm down. There was nothing with this man, despite being new. He was a professional, and, unless she wanted to move away, she was going to have to get used to being around him. When Dr. DeWitt calls her broken an arm an "accident", however, the female can not hold in her laugh. Oh god; he is treating her like a small child. This attention makes her both uncomfortable and, oddly, a little happy.
Harper mentally kicks himself, knowing she was letting the women's words get to her. Although nothing will ever happen between them, the woman does predict it will be an amusing inside joke to talk about over the walkie talkies. She watches the man move about, wondering if this is his first time working in a hospital. She doesn't ask, though, knowing the answer may worry her.
Harper mentally kicks himself, knowing she was letting the women's words get to her. Although nothing will ever happen between them, the woman does predict it will be an amusing inside joke to talk about over the walkie talkies. She watches the man move about, wondering if this is his first time working in a hospital. She doesn't ask, though, knowing the answer may worry her.
lafeae
Absent-minded Doodler
He didn't expect her to be too talkative, they never really were. Pain was a natural silencer to precious thoughts--if she received pain in he same way as others did. After all, she's been in pain countless times.
Walking over to the wall, grabbing a set of gloves out of the dispenser and pulling them on, he went to her and was ginger about it, shifting the makeshift sling. "So, what happened to cause this?" He asked, wanting to know both out of professionalism and curiosity. It could have been anything. He kept looking up as people and, waiting for the machine to make it. Jack turned back to her arm, easing his hands around her wrist gently, seeing where nothing was poking through, or turned too badly. Just a blossoming bruise. "Looks like a simple fracture." He spoke aloud, and tried to keep a smile from his face.
Amidst all this, he as still trying to think of where he heard her name. Or saw it. It seemed so familiar....
Walking over to the wall, grabbing a set of gloves out of the dispenser and pulling them on, he went to her and was ginger about it, shifting the makeshift sling. "So, what happened to cause this?" He asked, wanting to know both out of professionalism and curiosity. It could have been anything. He kept looking up as people and, waiting for the machine to make it. Jack turned back to her arm, easing his hands around her wrist gently, seeing where nothing was poking through, or turned too badly. Just a blossoming bruise. "Looks like a simple fracture." He spoke aloud, and tried to keep a smile from his face.
Amidst all this, he as still trying to think of where he heard her name. Or saw it. It seemed so familiar....
FrankieLynn
Angelic Choir
Although Dr. DeWitt seems happy to inform the young woman that her arm isn't in total shreds, Harper focuses her attention on proving herself right. The break was even and normal, just as she predicted. Miss Elaine really didn't need to stay with her for so young. She gives the older woman a smirk, trying to say "I told you so" without shouting it out like a child. She is so caught up with this immature behavior that she forgets the doctor's question completely.
As the x-ray machine arrives, Harper sighs, once more, and waits for the awkward silence to start, if it hadn't already begun. Even though the woman has always been told to remain still during x-rays, she believes it will bring good fortune if she holds her breath, as well. As a child this was merely made up to help her concentrate on something other that the sting of torn flesh, but, since she hasn't had a fatal fall yet, Harper truly believes it brings her luck. Though she would never admit to such foolish thoughts. Luck and happily-ever-afters are things the female writes about, not what she expects from real life. During her daydreaming (the only way to discover good plot ideas), the woman realizes she never answered her doctor. Sure, it wasn't a big deal to her, but medical people always wanted to know what happened before the patients walked into the room. Drugs in their system? Was the injury a simple accident, or were other people involved? Did you get shot by committing a criminal act? Were there any people vital to the situation that must be found?! Wow...someone was watching way to many hospital soap-operas.
"Oh, uh...nothing really. I was trying to do too many things at once... I have tiled floor in my kitchen."
Harper blushes slightly, knowing how pathetic her life seems. She could have mentioned that she was trying to reach her notebook while watching her french toast (now burnt) and keeping a tight hold to her trusty walkie talkie. He could have been impressed that she was also reciting the most important points from the latest episode of Naked and Afraid to Miss Elaine (through the electronic device, of course), but that was extremely unlikely.
It was better to keep things short, sweet, and rather vague. That way he could reply with a simple nod or a forced laugh. It would prevent a dramatic story already forming in Harper's mind... She may have just possibly been saving six kittens from a burning building next door while also teaching underprivileged children how to groom pets. She may have slipped on a banana peel left by a hungry boy, and she may have broken her arm... But at least the kittens were safe, and the children now had animals to wash and brush. Just a regular, old, heroic day for Harper Webster.
The older woman, however, does have more to say about the incident.
"She let out a scream right as Joey had gotten bitten by a snake! I thought for sure that it wa' just her being dramatic, but the story just ended. By the time I got over there, she was already icing and sanitizing her arm and pretending it was just a scratch. Just a scratch my fanny! What would you ever do without me, Harper? I even turned off your stove."
The younger woman rolls her eyes, though she is slightly happy that her food survived. She just laughs and nods at her friend, agreeing with her typical addition to the story. They were always fighting to save each other. Yesterday, Harper killed a spider in Miss Elaine's kitchen that may have been the size of a dime....or it may have been, as the girl claims, to have been as large as a baseball.
As the x-ray machine arrives, Harper sighs, once more, and waits for the awkward silence to start, if it hadn't already begun. Even though the woman has always been told to remain still during x-rays, she believes it will bring good fortune if she holds her breath, as well. As a child this was merely made up to help her concentrate on something other that the sting of torn flesh, but, since she hasn't had a fatal fall yet, Harper truly believes it brings her luck. Though she would never admit to such foolish thoughts. Luck and happily-ever-afters are things the female writes about, not what she expects from real life. During her daydreaming (the only way to discover good plot ideas), the woman realizes she never answered her doctor. Sure, it wasn't a big deal to her, but medical people always wanted to know what happened before the patients walked into the room. Drugs in their system? Was the injury a simple accident, or were other people involved? Did you get shot by committing a criminal act? Were there any people vital to the situation that must be found?! Wow...someone was watching way to many hospital soap-operas.
"Oh, uh...nothing really. I was trying to do too many things at once... I have tiled floor in my kitchen."
Harper blushes slightly, knowing how pathetic her life seems. She could have mentioned that she was trying to reach her notebook while watching her french toast (now burnt) and keeping a tight hold to her trusty walkie talkie. He could have been impressed that she was also reciting the most important points from the latest episode of Naked and Afraid to Miss Elaine (through the electronic device, of course), but that was extremely unlikely.
It was better to keep things short, sweet, and rather vague. That way he could reply with a simple nod or a forced laugh. It would prevent a dramatic story already forming in Harper's mind... She may have just possibly been saving six kittens from a burning building next door while also teaching underprivileged children how to groom pets. She may have slipped on a banana peel left by a hungry boy, and she may have broken her arm... But at least the kittens were safe, and the children now had animals to wash and brush. Just a regular, old, heroic day for Harper Webster.
The older woman, however, does have more to say about the incident.
"She let out a scream right as Joey had gotten bitten by a snake! I thought for sure that it wa' just her being dramatic, but the story just ended. By the time I got over there, she was already icing and sanitizing her arm and pretending it was just a scratch. Just a scratch my fanny! What would you ever do without me, Harper? I even turned off your stove."
The younger woman rolls her eyes, though she is slightly happy that her food survived. She just laughs and nods at her friend, agreeing with her typical addition to the story. They were always fighting to save each other. Yesterday, Harper killed a spider in Miss Elaine's kitchen that may have been the size of a dime....or it may have been, as the girl claims, to have been as large as a baseball.
lafeae
Absent-minded Doodler
Something of a little laugh came through Jack, just listening to these two banter, though at first he wasn't sure if he should be laughing. Then again, this wasn't the typical scenario he found his patients to be in. Usually, they were in pain and writhing and doing anything to make it stop. A lot of times, he would have people who were simply knocked out for various reasons.
Moving out of the way as the technicians worked on setting her up on the machine, extending her arm gently and settling the machine over it, telling her briefly what they were going to do even though they knew she was already aware of it. It did bring Jack to wonder, even though he had heard of many statistics showing how many x-rays it would take for someone to actually be irradiated, if Harper ever worried about being exposed to radiation so often. Especially if she was concerned enough to keep hand sanitizer with her.
"Who are we talking about...bitten by a snake?" Because it was more entertaining that they were talking about this like it was nothing, really. And Jack knew he had to treat this a different way than he treated most people. She was used to pain--used to hospitals, used to doctors and treatments and procedures. This was probably nothing new for her, and he probably could have asked Harper her preferences on treatment, but feeling it out seemed to work just as well. If something happened that she didn't like, Jack had a feeling that Harper, or her helper, would let him know.
And even if they didn't answer his question, he still chuckled to himself and enjoyed their company. "You two are...fun, I have to admit. You've really livened up my day, in so far. I am sorry it's under such...unfortunate circumstances, but being your condition I have a strange feeling that I'll have your company more than this once." Yeah, he was talkative, but he was trying to be calming as they continued to take several images, pull back, check them, and proceed to take more pictures.
Getting up and walking over to them, taking a look at the images briefly, he caught sight of what looked like a fairly clean break, slightly diagnol, but no need for surgery to put pins in her. That made him wonder how surgery would work on her. Would just simply putting the bone together fracture it more? Even several years out of school, he was still learning.
Moving out of the way as the technicians worked on setting her up on the machine, extending her arm gently and settling the machine over it, telling her briefly what they were going to do even though they knew she was already aware of it. It did bring Jack to wonder, even though he had heard of many statistics showing how many x-rays it would take for someone to actually be irradiated, if Harper ever worried about being exposed to radiation so often. Especially if she was concerned enough to keep hand sanitizer with her.
"Who are we talking about...bitten by a snake?" Because it was more entertaining that they were talking about this like it was nothing, really. And Jack knew he had to treat this a different way than he treated most people. She was used to pain--used to hospitals, used to doctors and treatments and procedures. This was probably nothing new for her, and he probably could have asked Harper her preferences on treatment, but feeling it out seemed to work just as well. If something happened that she didn't like, Jack had a feeling that Harper, or her helper, would let him know.
And even if they didn't answer his question, he still chuckled to himself and enjoyed their company. "You two are...fun, I have to admit. You've really livened up my day, in so far. I am sorry it's under such...unfortunate circumstances, but being your condition I have a strange feeling that I'll have your company more than this once." Yeah, he was talkative, but he was trying to be calming as they continued to take several images, pull back, check them, and proceed to take more pictures.
Getting up and walking over to them, taking a look at the images briefly, he caught sight of what looked like a fairly clean break, slightly diagnol, but no need for surgery to put pins in her. That made him wonder how surgery would work on her. Would just simply putting the bone together fracture it more? Even several years out of school, he was still learning.
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FrankieLynn
Angelic Choir
Harper is trying her best to hold her breath each time more x-ray images are taken, but she can't help but laugh as the doctor grows confused. With his long hours at the hospital, the woman wonders if he had even heard of half the shows she watches. For the duo, there is no such thing as bad TV. Books, magazines, television, movies, music, paintings, and even dancing are all sources of better versions of living, and the young woman is her happiest when she is imagining her life as someone else. It's not that her life is so terrible; it's just wildly uneventful, no matter how fun she tries to make it. She wishes to travel and explore without a worry in the world, but, as the years pass, Harper finds this wish becoming a childish dream more and more each day, so instead of visiting Italy or Pompeii or Washington D.C. or Japan, she does the next best thing.
The woman spends her time researching and learning anything and everything. A library service delivers to her home whenever she cannot make the trip, and WiFi has become the love of her life. Harper gathers information and then uses the information she learns about to form stories with it. Some of these writing are difficult to understand or are too boring to get through, but, sometimes, they turn out brilliant and companies actually want to publish them, so their readers can get a chance to travel, too. Harper isn't upset about staying home because home is clean, she can follow her own routines throughout her day. From what she understands, visiting places is a dirty and unpredictable process that can turn against all of one's plans for the trip. Naked and Afraid, a "reality" television show focused on strangers having to survive together, naked, in the wild for dozens of days, is a prime example of negative vacation experiences.
"Oh; Joey is a guy in this TV show, and, like, they are naked, so his feet are bare. I guess he was trying to find fruit in the trees or such, so his eyes weren't watching his steps, and a snake found his foot to be a tasty snack!"
Harper grins at her explanation, curious to see how Dr. DeWitt reacts to it. He smile remains as he complements the women on their happy attitudes, but she returns to her head nods as her mentions future doctor visits. Yes, it is something Harper cannot avoid, but it is also something she wishes to ignore, or even forget. Going to the hospital so much makes the woman feel so dependent on others, and it pains her to repeat this section of her life several times a year. However, with the new doctor, things should feel different for a while, and the woman is starting to realize this is a good change, though she does miss Dr. Randal.
The woman spends her time researching and learning anything and everything. A library service delivers to her home whenever she cannot make the trip, and WiFi has become the love of her life. Harper gathers information and then uses the information she learns about to form stories with it. Some of these writing are difficult to understand or are too boring to get through, but, sometimes, they turn out brilliant and companies actually want to publish them, so their readers can get a chance to travel, too. Harper isn't upset about staying home because home is clean, she can follow her own routines throughout her day. From what she understands, visiting places is a dirty and unpredictable process that can turn against all of one's plans for the trip. Naked and Afraid, a "reality" television show focused on strangers having to survive together, naked, in the wild for dozens of days, is a prime example of negative vacation experiences.
"Oh; Joey is a guy in this TV show, and, like, they are naked, so his feet are bare. I guess he was trying to find fruit in the trees or such, so his eyes weren't watching his steps, and a snake found his foot to be a tasty snack!"
Harper grins at her explanation, curious to see how Dr. DeWitt reacts to it. He smile remains as he complements the women on their happy attitudes, but she returns to her head nods as her mentions future doctor visits. Yes, it is something Harper cannot avoid, but it is also something she wishes to ignore, or even forget. Going to the hospital so much makes the woman feel so dependent on others, and it pains her to repeat this section of her life several times a year. However, with the new doctor, things should feel different for a while, and the woman is starting to realize this is a good change, though she does miss Dr. Randal.
lafeae
Absent-minded Doodler
With something like understanding dawning on him, and his head turning over towards the x-Ray tech, who was nodding at what they were saying. "Naked and Afraid, I love that show," the tech answered, and then looked to the doctor, knowing that he was still processing, likely whether or not he had actually saw the show or not. Probably in the lounge at one point or another, if he ever had the down time for it.
"Oh right! Yeah, I've seen that once or twice. I really don't like that stuff all that much," he laughed a little bit. "Mostly because it never really seems real, I mean but hey, compelling television."
Some part of Jack felt like these words were going to be sinful to the women, considering they seemed to have a great affinity for this show, or at least their company as they watched it together. But then, maybe he was overthinking it. It probably meant very little. What did they care if the doctor liked their show? He doubted much scorn could really come from that statement. Hopefully.
Tas the x-Ray tech finished up, and he reviewed the slides, Jack sent the tech off so they could be printed for records. "So, this is going to be simple. I'm going to set the bone, cast you up, probably give you a prescription if...you're not already on one. Actually, let me check." And he went over to grab the file again, amidst his mess of things, and as he looked down into the bag beside his desk of books. He saw the name: Harper Ann Webster. Right there on the cover.
Reviewing the file briefly, thinking more about the fact that he had an author in his midst, Jack smiled as if he'd figured it something complex. The cure to the common cold. The excitement rushed through him. But to address it? Not yet at least. "Doesn't look like it. We'll fix you up with something, then probably send you on your way. I can't imagine you'd like spending all of your time here. Better things to do..."
And he sat down, easing his gloved hands over to her arm and setting his hands on it, knowing that even if he'd given her morphine, it was still going to hurt. "Alright, don't hold your breath on this one. I need to know you're okay, okay? And three, two, one..."and he pressed, feeling where he needed to gently push it into place, worried he would cause more strife than originally caused, but did it nonetheless.
"Oh right! Yeah, I've seen that once or twice. I really don't like that stuff all that much," he laughed a little bit. "Mostly because it never really seems real, I mean but hey, compelling television."
Some part of Jack felt like these words were going to be sinful to the women, considering they seemed to have a great affinity for this show, or at least their company as they watched it together. But then, maybe he was overthinking it. It probably meant very little. What did they care if the doctor liked their show? He doubted much scorn could really come from that statement. Hopefully.
Tas the x-Ray tech finished up, and he reviewed the slides, Jack sent the tech off so they could be printed for records. "So, this is going to be simple. I'm going to set the bone, cast you up, probably give you a prescription if...you're not already on one. Actually, let me check." And he went over to grab the file again, amidst his mess of things, and as he looked down into the bag beside his desk of books. He saw the name: Harper Ann Webster. Right there on the cover.
Reviewing the file briefly, thinking more about the fact that he had an author in his midst, Jack smiled as if he'd figured it something complex. The cure to the common cold. The excitement rushed through him. But to address it? Not yet at least. "Doesn't look like it. We'll fix you up with something, then probably send you on your way. I can't imagine you'd like spending all of your time here. Better things to do..."
And he sat down, easing his gloved hands over to her arm and setting his hands on it, knowing that even if he'd given her morphine, it was still going to hurt. "Alright, don't hold your breath on this one. I need to know you're okay, okay? And three, two, one..."and he pressed, feeling where he needed to gently push it into place, worried he would cause more strife than originally caused, but did it nonetheless.
FrankieLynn
Angelic Choir
Harper and Miss Elaine both stop talking about the show, realizing the man did not have any interest on the topic. The stop in natural, though, not abrupt and obvious. The older woman hates to watch the next part, so, while the doctor walks off the check Harper's files, she walks off to find a magazine of some sort. Even though she knows exactly where the nearest waiting room is like the back of her hand, the elderly woman walks slowly so she has time to be alone and think.
Back at the mobile x-ray station, Harper hums quietly to herself and watches Dr.DeWitt go about his routine. His remark about holding her breath surprising the woman, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Okay...I'll try"
Her quiet voice is soon replaces with a loud wince, as the doctor physically forces her arm back into place. It is Harper's least favorite feeling, not only for the pain; it is also her version of nails on a chalkboard. She is not even sure if the motion makes noise or if she only imagines it, but it pains her, inside and out, just the same. To get through the moment, Harper counts how many white things are around them. White walls; white floors; white lab coat; white tools; white paper; white shelves... Soon the woman has counted over fifty varieties of objects, and the moment is gone. She smiles up the doctor as a small token of her thanks. He was as gentle as the procedure can be, given her age and condition. Broken bones as a child always seemed better, now that Harper is old enough to look back and remember those years of her life. Maybe it was because each hospital visit gained her a new book or toy or tub of ice-cream.
Back at the mobile x-ray station, Harper hums quietly to herself and watches Dr.DeWitt go about his routine. His remark about holding her breath surprising the woman, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Okay...I'll try"
Her quiet voice is soon replaces with a loud wince, as the doctor physically forces her arm back into place. It is Harper's least favorite feeling, not only for the pain; it is also her version of nails on a chalkboard. She is not even sure if the motion makes noise or if she only imagines it, but it pains her, inside and out, just the same. To get through the moment, Harper counts how many white things are around them. White walls; white floors; white lab coat; white tools; white paper; white shelves... Soon the woman has counted over fifty varieties of objects, and the moment is gone. She smiles up the doctor as a small token of her thanks. He was as gentle as the procedure can be, given her age and condition. Broken bones as a child always seemed better, now that Harper is old enough to look back and remember those years of her life. Maybe it was because each hospital visit gained her a new book or toy or tub of ice-cream.
lafeae
Absent-minded Doodler
Just the fact that they stopped the conversation made Jack uneasy, though since he was in the middle of something, he couldn't be sure if he had made them upset or not. Then as the older woman left, the doctor considered it less to be him, and more about what he was doing. It was never easy to put a bone back into place--it was too bad that the patient couldn't crawl out of their own skin not to experience it. At least Harper was being tough as nails about it. Nothing more than a smile after something like that for Jack to feel somewhat good about all this. Good for her--good that he hadn't made an enemy out of her yet.
"I didn't mean to be any way about your all's show," said Jack. The materials from the previous casting where still around, and secured Harper's arm, going through the motions to put padding around it. This was all something that felt second nature, and he was shifting his view between Harper and her arm. "I just never have a lot of time to watch TV, not to keep up with it at least. I end up just doing a lot of reading instead."
Ideal conversation, sometimes the bane of his existence, seemed like it would okay if he could ever get her to speak, because she seemed so enthusiastic about the things she liked. And if Jack was right, and this was the Harper Ann Webster as the same on the book in his bag, surely she would like books. And given her condition, and it's physical limitation, there was only so much she could do, and so much she could enjoy. At least she seemed on the good end of the spectrum. She could have been experience so much worse injuries than worrying about falls or heavy objects. "So that's enough about my boring life...I'm sure you've got more interesting things going on. What kinds of hobbies do you have?" He asked. A lot of times this was just to keep their minds off things. For Harper, it was because he felt like he wanted to get to know her, now that he knew something interesting about her.
If he was right at all.
"I didn't mean to be any way about your all's show," said Jack. The materials from the previous casting where still around, and secured Harper's arm, going through the motions to put padding around it. This was all something that felt second nature, and he was shifting his view between Harper and her arm. "I just never have a lot of time to watch TV, not to keep up with it at least. I end up just doing a lot of reading instead."
Ideal conversation, sometimes the bane of his existence, seemed like it would okay if he could ever get her to speak, because she seemed so enthusiastic about the things she liked. And if Jack was right, and this was the Harper Ann Webster as the same on the book in his bag, surely she would like books. And given her condition, and it's physical limitation, there was only so much she could do, and so much she could enjoy. At least she seemed on the good end of the spectrum. She could have been experience so much worse injuries than worrying about falls or heavy objects. "So that's enough about my boring life...I'm sure you've got more interesting things going on. What kinds of hobbies do you have?" He asked. A lot of times this was just to keep their minds off things. For Harper, it was because he felt like he wanted to get to know her, now that he knew something interesting about her.
If he was right at all.
