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Post by Administrator on Oct 6, 2009 17:58:15 GMT -5
There are a lot of sick beds here for the woudned
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Post by sammie on Oct 6, 2009 20:31:08 GMT -5
Tucking in the sheets of the last bed Sammie stood back, wringing her hands unconsciously on her skirt a moment before resting them resolutely on her hips as she surveyed the makeshift ward. It would have to do.
Fits of worry had been overtaking her since she had arrived to help, coming in swells and being calmed only by her inbred inclination toward reason and good sense. There was no need to upset oneself with possibilities, with the limited information they were going on, it was just as likely the beds would remain vacant than fill with gruesomely injured children.
Again the idea flitted across her mind, and though brief, it left her feeling tense and inclined to take a seat on the small bed behind her. As she breathed a light sigh she closed her eyes a moment, wiping her brow with the back of her hand and hoping more help would arrive soon, should it be needed. She wasn't generally one for pessimism, but the silence and solitude of the empty hall left her musing, against her better judgment, of the great calm before a storm.
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Oct 9, 2009 19:36:18 GMT -5
"Miss Bensen!" Doctor Walter House looked relieved to see a familiar face. He might need all the support he could get here. Professional he would be, of course, but his niece was still out there. And friends of hers. He'd only ever met a few of them and agreed what they were doing was dangerous and foolish, but they at least had the sense to tell a few people they knew could help. They had gotten as organized as they could.
But other than Sammie, Walter didn't see any other medical staff. How many children would they be treating? How many could they expect? None yet, but the day was still early. John Smith's own shift would be over soon and Walter had asked him to come along. The challenge of working out of the hospital appealed to John, he was sure of it.
"I'm rather glad to see you here... Any word yet?" Walter set his medical bag on the nearest table.
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Post by sammie on Oct 9, 2009 21:41:13 GMT -5
The abrupt arrival of the doctor's voice caused Sammie to start slightly, standing quickly and turning to face him with a hand to her chest. "Oh Dr. House! Thank goodness you're here." She made her way around the bed toward him, absently opening his bag and beginning to organize the equipment on the table. Of everyone at the hospital she knew Walter House would make it, the situation with his niece being an unfortunate topic of staff gossip.
"I'm rather glad to see you here... Any word yet?"
"I haven't heard anything yet, but it could still be early, I'm not sure where exactly the children were being held.." She paused for half a second, her expression tugging apologetically but remaining focused on the supplies before her. It was hard enough for her to contemplate the situation of the kids, she couldn't imagine what Dr. House was going through.
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Oct 10, 2009 19:14:10 GMT -5
"Neither do I," House watched her expression, attempting to hide his own look of worry. "Nor the police for that matter. Whatever standing Miss Larkson and I thought we had in bringing this case to their attention has been for nothing, it would seem..." He gave a small sigh, and wandered over to the window. "Doctor Smith should be along after his shift is through, when ever that may be. So we won't be entirely alone..."
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Post by sammie on Oct 10, 2009 20:02:37 GMT -5
"You're right about that, the police have been completely worthless thus far, but I did hear there was a young man investigating the issue against orders. Why exactly looking for missing children would be going against orders, well, that is a good question isn't it?"
Having satisfactorily organized the supplies on the table she wiped her hands on her skirt before again resting them on her hips as she turned to face the doctor. His comment about Dr. Smith had a small smile tugging at her lips, as she was very much hoping he would be joining them. Though John Smith was perhaps more than a little eccentric, there was no denying he was a brilliant physician and, as far as Sammie could tell, he had a good heart. "Thank goodness, I fear we may need all the help we can get."
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Post by Doctor John Smith on Oct 11, 2009 0:00:07 GMT -5
Doctor John Smith strode into the empty hall, making a beeline for the row of rigorously made beds where his colleagues had grouped.
"Hello there!" he said brightly, setting his bag on the nearest bed before turning in a slow circle, inspecting the transformed hall. "Hm, yes," he murmured to himself. "This should do quite nicely. That Medda Larkson has really outdone herself again, hasn't she? Such attention to detail. Fine woman, that one. This should do quite nicely indeed. Shouldn't have to do at all, mind you, but if something has to do, it should be this."
Nodding, pleased, he turned quickly back to Doctor House and Nurse Bensen. "So!" he said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "Has anyone arrived yet? Miss Mason of the music store called me earlier, she and an acquaintance of hers were on their way over."
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