Hallway

[Prince]

Watch out for the nurses with the carts and medication. And steer clear of people on rolling beds and running doctors.

[Joe]

Joe pushed his way into the hospital. Birdie in his arms. The nurses rushed back and forth not noticing him. He didnt have time for this. Instead he walked into a room and laid the girl down on the bed. Walking out he grabbed a nurse by the arm to get her attention.

"Doctor now." he said softly and deadly. It was the way to get immediate action. Then he went back into the room.

I knew it,While ago-- didn' tell no one cause... you wouldn't like that none.

Joe shook his head his lip twitched. "Now i think yoah the one lyin...not even palmah knows my name." he wanted to get a rise, a reaction of any kind. Damn it he should have brought her here first.

[Doctor John Smith]

John Smith loved the busy days, lived for them. When things were moving so quickly you barely had time to catch your breath, when your brain threatened to blend one patient into the next, one disease into another, that was when John felt the most alive.

So when the alarmed-looking nurse had come to him to report a surly man demanding a doctor, he'd happily strolled off in the direction of the room she'd indicated.

"Alrighty," he said as he came in, pushing a wooden chair alongside the bed, which was now being occupied by a girl sporting a large amount of blood about her head and face. "How are we doing today? I'm the Doctor, so how about you tell me what seems to be the problem here, hm?" As he spoke, he busied himself with feeling the girl's pulse, making note of it on his clipboard. She looked like she was wobbling along the edge of conscious and un, so he looked to the man escorting her for his answers.

[Joe]

(^_______________________^ i love the doctor! eeeeeeeeeeeeeee i just had to get that over and done with and now joe steps over random fangirl outburst)

"Head trauma. In and out of consciousness. Possible Memory loss. Severe concussion if not internal bleeding. " Joe stated simply. He knew what he was talking about. He'd seen it enough but to make the doctor more at ease with the big "dumb" brute in the room he added. "Rifle butt to the head." He shrugged as he stood back and crossed his arms to lean against the wall. Watching as the doctor moved about the room, familiar movement, pulse, vital signs, pupil check. He stood and watched. "Names Sophie Schaffer."

[Doctor John Smith]

((Everyone loves The Doctor! ))

The Doctor made a low noise in his throat, withdrew his doctor's mirror from inside his coat and affixed it to his head, leaning over the girl to reflect light in her eyes, testing her pupillary response--normal, hooray. Pulling the contraption off his head and tucking it away again, he peered down into the girl's face.

"Miss Schaffer, can you hear me? I need you to keep your eyes open for a while, okay? Can you do that?" He flicked his gaze up to the man who'd brought the girl in, eyes settling on him just long enough to give him instruction. "Go into the hall and flag down a nurse--preferably without violence--and tell her we need saline solution and gauze, we need to clean a head wound."

Without waiting for the man's response, he turned back to the girl. "Alright, Miss Schaffer, I need to test how badly your mind was damaged when you got injured. Can you recall your full name? Your age? Where you live?" As she responded, he made note of her answers on his clipboard. "Mkay, I'm going to give you five words now, and I want you to try to remember them. I'll ask you to repeat them back to me in a few minutes, okay? The words are clock, scarf, seagull, celery and elevator. Have you got that?"

He quickly wrote the words down in his notes so that he wouldn't forget them--wouldn't that be embarrassing!--and snapped his fingers quickly, gesturing for the man to return to the bedside as a fact-checker.

"Tell me everything that happened leading up to your memory. Are there any blank patches you can't recall?" Before she could answer, he jerked his gaze up to the man again. "Were you there when she was hurt? Did she black out immediately after it happened? How long was she out?"

[Birdie Schaffer]

Birdie looked up at the Doctor and tried not to be annoyed by the constant questions, she answered them with slurred regularity and things were going dark once more as she raised her hand a bit before letting it fall. Watching the Doctor speak she caught some of the words, he wanted her to remember some? She could remember anything-- her memory wasn't so broken that she couldn't remember something in five minutes it was that she was having a difficult time thinking. Between the blacking out and the headache it was hard to string a coherent thought together.

"Clock, scarf, seagull, celery, elevator and your glasses have a spot on em.. an' don't call me Miss Schafer, name's Birdie.." but even as she said the words she drifted off again, her eyes fluttering closed as she blacked out once more. She couldn't give him more then that her body demanded the sweet release of black oblivion unconsciousness offered.