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

april 26, evening

[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. So she's around when he's more awake and less likely to hallucinate again.

It's a good thing she's also used to fighting Klingons about accepting medical attention. Neil's protests and growls do nothing to hinder or intimidate her. In fact, she seems capable of working right through them. At one point when he tries to sit up again, she actually places her hands against his shoulders, careful not to aggravate any injuries, and does her best to hold him back. This is not something she will compromise on. He is not yet ready to get up and that is final.

"I know it's frustrating, but you need to rest," she tells him firmly once he's given up again and is lying back against the bed.

[withoutahammer]

It's not like he has the strength to fight when she really leans on him, even though he's been feeling a little stronger throughout the day. It is frustrating, it's really bloody frustrating. At least the last time he was in hospital he could sit up. "I've done nothing but rest, ma'am. Beg pardon, but I am really bloody tired of staring at the ceiling."

Not that it's not a lovely ceiling, but he's pretty sure he could tell anyone who asks every single feature it has.

[ethnobotany]

"I know," Beverly offers gently, her voice sympathetic this time. She really does understand and she might feel the same way were she in his shoes. Several of her crew would be the same way and if he weren't so severely hurt, she would release him a lot sooner. But he is pretty badly hurt and he needs rest, much as it chafes.

"Believe me, if there were a way to speed up recovery here, I would be all for it. But we're all stuck with backwards equipment and this is the best I have to work with. If I had a book or a working computer, I'd offer that." But again, the technology here is pretty awful. There's barely even anything to do aside from stare at the ceiling.

[withoutahammer]

"Yeah, a book'd be choice." Though he might also need someone to read it to him, considering how much effort holding it up would be. Which is absolutely galling to think about and he's just not going to mention that out loud since it's not like he has a book to worry about.

"Sorry for being such a pain in the arse," he says after a couple of minutes. "Never dealt well with being stuck in bed. Spent a couple of weeks in hospital when I was younger and I've never seen more grateful doctors than the day I was released."

[ethnobotany]

Beverly manages not to laugh at the idea of this man thinking he's a pain. In her time as a doctor in Starfleet, she has had many patients and few of them have ever topped a Klingon.

"Don't worry about it," she says genuinely. "I've had many patients that were a lot worse than this. That's not a challenge, so don't get it into your head to push it." She offers a small, teasing smile to show that she's not really upset with him at all and her warning is more of a joke than anything else. "As soon as you're strong enough, I'll see about releasing you."

She might have to have a conference of sorts with her colleagues, just so they're all on the same page, but at the same time, she doesn't see a reason to keep any of them overly long here. They can recover just as well somewhere more familiar and comforting.

"Until then, is there anything else I can do for you? Something I can bring you or something we can talk about?"

[withoutahammer]

"You could tell me what happened. Haven't got a clear answer yet- all I remember is... some sort of gas? A cloud?" He was pretty sure that everything about lying on a beach in Dieppe had been a dream, but the cloud was still uncertain. He knew all about what some poisonous gases could do to a person and if it had been gas, it seemed like he should either be in much more pain or dead. Yet here he lay, unable to lift his arms more than an inch off the bed under his own power but still able to think and breathe. It probably hadn't been gas.

That didn't help him determine what it had been. Hopefully the doctor would be able to enlighten him.

[ethnobotany]

Beverly hesitates slightly, not because she doesn't want to tell him, but, well... "I don't really know," she admits. "I've been here for most of the time since whatever happened. There are rumors, but at this point I'm not sure if it was someone in the village, something from the outside, or someone's experiment gone wrong."

Or Q. She's never ruling out Q at this point.

[withoutahammer]

"That's really bloody reassuring." There's a definite edge to Neil's voice- he doesn't like being out of commission, and he really doesn't like not knowing what's going on. He makes another abortive effort to sit up and falls back again, glaring at the undeserving ceiling. "How many did it get?"

There are other people in this room, but obviously he hasn't been able to see the rest. He has no idea how widespread the attack was- if it had targeted everyone in the village, or if only a few had been harmed.

[ethnobotany]

Beverly can understand his frustration. She knows plenty of people who would be the exact same way in this situation. Chief among them would be Jean-Luc Picard, her friend and captain. He has never been good at being a patient with patience. And nothing will ever top having a Klingon for a patient. Were Worf here, he would likely be trying to push through it already and she would be making faces of irritation at him. But she can understand, even if she has to disapprove on principle.

“Only three,” she answers. “And no one died. All things considered, it could have been a lot worse.”