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.

Comments

open; april 25, 26 and onward

[withoutahammer]

Neil hadn't had much of a chance to see what was coming for him. He'd heard something strange and turned to see a blur of smoke that felt like it slammed into his chest like a freight train, and then he was falling-

falling-

-landing on the stony beach of Dieppe, with all those rocks that had bogged down the tanks and now they held him down so he couldn't move, the sky slate-grey above him and Tom- almost within arm's reach, if he could move his arms, his jumper stained with blood-

-he didn't know how long he lay there, breath coming in ragged gasps that seemed to take more effort every time.

Eventually there was just darkness, and then flickers of lucidity, realizing that no- he wasn't back at Dieppe, that was a dream, he was- wherever they were. And then he slept again and woke, looking around for Aurora or Harry-

He didn't regain real consciousness until the day after that, though it felt longer. There was pain, but worse than that was the weakness- he could barely hold his head up, or lift his own arms. Every failed attempt to sit up was met with a growl, and anyone trying to look after him wouldn't get much better. Neil was a terrible patient.

[so Neil was severely injured on the 24th, spent that day completely unconscious, the 25th sliding back and forth (if you were taking care of him he probably called you Aurora, Alfred, Harry, or Tom while he was awake), and the 26th brings him back to full, cranky life. He's not fully interactive until the 26th but if you want to visit him on the 25th and get some half-conscious hallucination action, feel free!]

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.

Peeta + open

[stillplaying]

She's been there as long as Peeta has; as if she'd actually be anywhere else while he recovered. There are things Katniss could be doing, yes. She could help run the bakery in his absence. She could be working on the bow she's been attempting to craft. She could even help with any recovery efforts. None of that seems important right now. Something, some weird muttation-like thing, had attacked Peeta. It could come back. This arena could throw something new at them. Forget responsibilities. She isn't leaving his side.

Thankfully, there's space in the room he's been assigned. As tempting as it is to crawl in the bed with him, she pulls up a chair to his bedside instead. Katniss does her best to make herself as comfortable as possible but even when she wakes up with a creak in her neck, she doesn't complain. This has nothing to do with the star-crossed lovers she has to pretend to be a part of. Her actions are entirely selfish. Peeta needs to stay alive. He's going to be the one to survive the Quarter Quell. Whether or not this is an extension of that arena doesn't matter. The premise hasn't changed at all.

Whenever some, even a medical professional, approaches Peeta, Katniss tenses. It's hard to trust others here, just as hard as it had been in the arena. The weeks spent building a new life hasn't made it any easier. If anyone insist that she goes home, Katniss is prepared to scowl and argue. Although she'd rather not be here at all, at least they're together.