death warmed over

[theluckygirl]

WHO: Claire Temple
WHERE: Home, inn, hospital, then out in the boonies
WHEN: June 22nd to end of 25th (for Power Surge)
OPEN TO: All (but please note what day you'll be tagging Claire in the subject header)
WARNINGS: None really, but will update

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[ 1st Day - Need one ]

Waking up that morning wasn't anything different than it used to be. Claire kept strictly to her routine, as most did in the village. She did a bit of yoga, then bathed and dressed and headed over to the inn to get some breakfast before checking in at the hospital. But before even leaving the quaint little house that she shared with Karen, a dull pain started at the top of her abdomen, which did catch her attention. It wasn't a normal pain, but one she chalked up to simply being more hungry than usual.

Only once she got to the inn and made some coffee, the pain amplified double what it was and within minutes tripled until Claire was doubled over in the dining room, arms wrapped around her with her forehead pressed down on the table. The nurse in her cancelled out what her symptoms could be, though it wasn't a radiating pain. It was constant. By the time she forced herself to get up, Claire was almost unable to walk, making it only as far as the inn doors before sliding to the floor.

[ 2nd Day - Hospital OTA ]

Without knowing what was exactly wrong, Claire stayed in a bed at the hospital and did as she was told. The pain was still severe and rendered the nurse-now-patient in an agony she never felt before. So when she wasn't staring at walls or wishing for a miracle to stop the pain, she was hoping someone would just put her out of her misery.

[ 3rd Day - Home (Evening) - OTA ]

Thankfully, by mid-morning, the pain began to dissipate and Claire went home where she continued to take it easy. The experience left her exhausted, but not so much to the point where she slept the day away.

Anyone passing by might find her on the porch with a cup of tea, but looking pretty well otherwise.

Comments

[theluckygirl]

For as much as Claire wishes she can rest everyone's mind about her health, there is nothing she can tell them. She feels like her insides are trying to claw their way out of her belly and there's nothing to stop it from happening. At least that's what she dreamed of during the little spans of sleep she managed to get regardless of the pain she was in.

But seeing Mulcahy when he comes in helps more than he probably would believe, had she told him. Claire is on her side, with her knees drawn up. It's not the best position but it's the one that keeps her the most comfortable.

"I suppose I should be honest with you especially," she replies, smiling a little despite how she feels. "Not very good. And it bothers me that I can't self-diagnose. Or shouldn't."

[collaronhisneck]

"You can be as honest as you like. I won't tell a soul," he responds with a little smile, glad to see her still able to make that expression herself despite the pain she's in. It's not much, but it's at least something that shows she's still herself. "I take pains not to break the seal of confessional."

Mulcahy knows enough about the medical trade to know exactly what Claire means - they'd had a few patients through the 4077 that tried to self-diagnose their own wounds (as opposed to self-inflict), and it was usually a problem in the sense that they just didn't know enough to make accurate guesses, and worry for their own situation often made those guesses worse. He nods, reaching forward to place a hand on her wrist in a comforting gesture, giving her a little pat to reassure her.

"I could form a hypothesis or two myself, in fact, I did just that last night, but for all I've observed phenomenal surgeons at work I'm not one for medicine myself. All my knowledge is very specific to certain circumstances, and while I've certainly seen patients who are in situations similar to yours, I don't have any sort of proper tools to make a worthwhile diagnosis. I'm sorry, Claire."