Don't You Fret My Dear, It'll All Be Over Soon; I'll Be Waiting Here For You

[bewaretheniceboy]

WHO: Jax Teller, Neil Mackay, Peeta Mellark, and anyone who wants to visit them, doctor them, or look after them
WHERE: The hospital
WHEN: The days after the Obscurus rampage
OPEN TO: Anyone who wants to visit the patients, anyone who's hurt, or anyone who's got any reason to be in the hospital at all. Tag each other! Mingle! Commiserate!
WARNINGS: People got hurt, so injuries and wounds, presumably blood, at least one head injury, probably nightmares, and various medical things could all crop up here
STATUS: Open (please state who the tag is for and a general idea of a timeframe in the subject line of your comment!)

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The doctors in this place were as quick as they could be with limited supplies or trained personnel. Within a very short time of the smoke monster smashing through one man and slamming a few others aside, they had the injured moved into the hospital, cleaned up, and attended to as best they could. The lack of supplies and technology across the entire village was felt more in the medical field than any other, but all the members of that little group were resourceful and determined, and at least while some of the injuries had been severe no one had been on the doorstep of death. It was easier to treat a person when you were sure they would keep breathing.

Still, a lot of it had been improvised, and no one could be healed in an instant; they'd all have to do it the old-fashioned way, letting time and rest mend their wounds. Neil, Jax, and Peeta had all been placed in the same room in the hospital just to make it easier to keep tabs on them and for companionship through the night. The beds were spaced far enough apart to give some sort of privacy if the conversations were kept quiet and spare blankets had been tacked up that could be pulled back or dropped like curtains to give at least a visual barrier around the patients, but no one was far away enough from each other to not be able to talk (or listen) if they wanted to. A few chairs were available for visitors' use, though slightly rickety and not up to much punishment. All three of them would be there for a good bit, so the goal was to make their stay as comfortable as was possible.

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most evenings while the patients are here - april into early may

[ethnobotany]

Beverly offered to take a bunch of the evening and night shifts at the hospital, since she's used to gamma shift on the Enterprise every so often. Right now, she doesn't think they should be leaving anyone alone in here and she knows her colleagues would agree. She's used to difficult patients, having been the doctor for several non-human alien species over the years and as long as no one is as strong as a Klingon, she should be able to manage just fine.

She has the body of a dancer, but she is far from a pushover.

For now, she tends the patients as best she can, checking and changing bandages and making sure everyone has water as available and none of the injuries are getting infected. Occasionally she can be found grumbling about the lack of equipment, but usually that's done out of earshot of the patients. The last thing she needs is to give them the idea that they're all going to die here. They won't. Not if she has anything to say about it.

At certain points during her "day," she takes breaks, staying close enough to come help if anything happens to one of the patients, while being far enough to give them privacy and time away from her. It's also a chance for her to take a breather and let her doctor's mask slip a bit. If any of her colleagues try to overwork themselves during this time, she is very firm about not allowing that to happen. Anyone who needs encouragement to get some rest will likely get it from her at some point or another. On the flip side, she likes to check in on them, too, and see how their shifts are going and how each patient is doing before she starts her shift. Visitors are welcome to talk to her during one of these breaks if they so choose as well.

early on in this whole debacle

[warriorborn]

Benedict might not know the doctor personally, but theirs is a small habble, and it's virtually impossible to remain ignorant of everyone for long, especially when he's got Kate lying beside him every night. Kate seemingly knows every face in the village, and she'll talk to him about the residents before they fall asleep, which has left Benedict feeling comfortable enough to just walk up to just about anyone and strike up a conversation with them, forgoing the elaborate introductions he had felt compelled to indulge in when he first arrived.

Gwen would be horrified at this breach in propriety, but Gwen isn't here.

"Doctor," he starts, making his way through the hospital with an armful of linens carefully held to his chest, cloth that has been retired from its original use and cut or ripped into bandages. "May I be of assistance?" he asks, stopping finally at a respectful distance so she doesn't feel like he's crowding her or looming over her. "I was sent to deliver these to you, but if there is anything else I could do..."

[ethnobotany]

Beverly does not mind forgoing all of the elaborate introductions usually reserved for visiting ambassadors. This is just a meeting of like minds, two people working together on the same thing, and she is grateful for any and all help, as evidenced by the relief on her face when he walks up to her.

"You are a lifesaver," she says vehemently, motioning for him to bring those over to a new pile of supplies. "I've been trying to keep our bandaging supplies together to make changing some of the injuries easier. So if you see anything else that could work -- tape, clips, wood for splints -- that would be a big help." She pauses for a few seconds, considering something. "Do we even have tape here?"

[warriorborn]

Pleased that his presence is so well received, Benedict smiles easily at the doctor when she starts to order him around, felling well-used to that sort of thing and more than happy to oblige.

If only he knew what she was talking about.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure," he hedges, frowning slightly, not quite wanting to admit to the fact that he doesn't know what 'tape' is. "I can certainly fetch wood for splints, but as for clips...I do not think we have those in abundance here either." They don't have anything in abundance, really, which is quite frustrating sometimes. More than sometimes. Most of the time. He's learned to compensate, but it's still frustrating.

[ethnobotany]

It isn't that she really blames him for not knowing what tape is, she really can't blame him for anything that his universe might have left off getting to yet.

"We could really use a decent adhesive," she says, her own irritation at the situation slightly showing through. "But I'll take clips of any kind, if you happen to see them. The list of things we don't have is larger than what we do have."

Seriously, their supply list is tiny and it frustrates her daily. Compensating is great, but it doesn't diminish the frustration. One of these days her colleagues are going to hear her start to complain about the technology. Really complain about not having hyposprays or tricorders or a regenerator. What she wouldn't do for one of those.