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Post by Remy 'Thirteen' Hadley on Apr 18, 2009 21:18:36 GMT -7
Remy stood, holding some information on a patient in one hand and tugging at the sleeve of that hand with the other. The paper she held had the name Anne Page scribbled across it. Anne Page. The new case.
Apparently, the young woman had collapsed and broken her wrist in the process. That's what Thirteen would be X-raying that day. House had taken this case for two weeks off of clinic duty. She wondered what he wouldn't do for time off of clinic duty. Probably not much...
While she waited for the patient to arrive, Thirteen examined one of the blank, white walls. It reminded her of her own home, bland and unfriendly. There were almost no pictures in her apartment, no objects that personalized it in any way. She refused to put photos up of her dead mother or estranged father. It was just too painful.
Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. Must be the patient. She put on a half-hearted smile and turned to the individual who'd entered. "Hello there, I'm Dr. Hadley. I'll be the one to x-ray your wrist."
[FAIL.]
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Post by Anne Page on Apr 18, 2009 21:51:13 GMT -7
Anne had the strangest feeling of being moved. It took her half a moment to realize that she actually was being moved. The walls were either off white or light blue. She couldn't really tell. And she couldn't concentrate long enough to try to find out, either.
Her wrist throbbed and pulsed and she winced.
"I think she's coming to," said a voice Anne didn't recognize. "Hey. Blink once if you can hear me. Blink twice if you can see and hear me." Anne struggled to focus on the voice, watched the fuzzy shape become solid. It was difficult, but she managed to blink twice.
"Where am I?" she asked. "And why does my wrist hurt like a bitch?"
"You've been admitted to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You broke your wrist and blacked out. I'm taking you to radiology to get an x-ray to see how badly it's broken." Anne sighed as she processed the orderly's words. 'Great,' she thought. Just what I needed. Some doctor poking and prodding me for days because of a broken wrist.
A set of doors opened on either side of her, and Anne looked up from the gurney at the doctor who'd spoken. Her wrist gave another nasty throb and she felt another wave of nausea wash over her. Not trusting herself to speak, afraid if she opened her mouth that she'd throw up on Doctor Hadley, Anne just nodded and let herself be moved to the table and positioned under the machine.
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Post by Remy 'Thirteen' Hadley on Apr 18, 2009 22:27:14 GMT -7
The woman looked very sick and in pain. She didn't speak, just laid herself down under the machine. Well, maybe this would be short and quick. Remy didn't care either way.
Although, in all honesty, she would much rather be in the conference room using her mind, trying to diagnose the woman. Instead, she was down in radiology x-raying her hand.
"Say something if I hurt you..." she said, gently moving Anne's wrist into the proper place.
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Post by Anne Page on Apr 18, 2009 22:37:16 GMT -7
Wincing, Anne watched the orderly wheel the gurney away. Her wrist hurt without anyone touching it. She turned her head to the side, facing away from Doctor Hadley in case she actually did have to throw up. Carefully, she swallowed back the disgusting feeling in her throat and opened her mouth, figuring that she should at least try to speak.
"It hurts even if you don't do anything," she whispered, thankful that the last thing she'd eaten was staying in her stomach. "Can I get a painkiller or something in this thing?" she turned her head back. Since it seemed pretty likely she wasn't going to be sick, she could at least make eye contact with her doctor. She raised her left hand to indicate the IV, shooting a pained gaze at her swollen right wrist.
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Post by Remy 'Thirteen' Hadley on Apr 21, 2009 14:20:17 GMT -7
It was obvious that the patient was in a lot of pain. Considering how her face looked and that she'd turned away, Remy thought that she was about to vomit. Thankfully, Anne didn't. Although, she did clear her throat and asked for something to help the pain.
Thirteen nodded, checking her file, and quickly moving to inject some painkillers into the IV tube. "This should help," she told her, the small smile still plastered across her face.
"Don't move," she instructed, going off to work the machine.
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Post by Anne Page on May 5, 2009 13:05:54 GMT -7
Anne watched as Doctor Hadley injected something into the IV tube, and vaguely wondered how long it would be before the painkiller started to take effect. "Thanks," she managed to gasp out. How could she have not noticed earlier that she'd broken her wrist? She couldn't remember anything after collapsing in the clinic.
'Yeah...like I'm really gonna move when the slightest twitch makes me want to throw up,' Anne thought to herself as the doctor walked away. In the back of her mind, she wondered who had admitted her. It had to have been one of the arguing doctors from the clinic. She had to find out, so she could give them a piece of her mind. Or at least find out what the hell was going on.
Admitted for a broken wrist. She would have laughed if the circumstances were different. The last time she'd broken a bone, she'd slammed her fingers in the door of the car by accident. The doctor she'd gone to then had set and splinted the two fingers in no time without even bothering to admit her. That had been not long after her twenty-first birthday. 'Things have certainly changed in four years,' she thought bitterly.
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