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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 17:33:15 GMT -5
Morgan was going to get so much shit from the guys for this! He would have punched Logan in the head if he had the strength to swing his arm, however, he was stuck with his eyes glued shut being carried bridal style by his partner to the Emergency room.
"You're such a dick Morgan. I can't believe you rushed in there like that! The Sargent gonna have my ass for letting my rookie partner get fucked up." Logan moaned as he jogged from the crime scene to the nearby hospital. Morgan would have quipped with a witty retort, but he was too busy letting the blood pool in his mouth and dribble down his chin. How was he supposed to know supposed to know that one guy with a laser pistol meant five guy's with laser pistols?
The young rookie sucked in a moaned. The only consolation he had as he Logan burst into the hospital was that he'd saved the hostage's ass along with one of his fellow police officers. Life wasn't too bad.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 17:43:07 GMT -5
Kirle was pouring over documents before there was a flurry of motion. "We've got a young male, hit several times with laser bullets, blunt force trauma to the head, multiple lacerations." called one of the nurses as they wheeled a male passed him. "Call Doctor Kirle." cried one of his residence. Kirle, with his supersonic hearing, of course heard the chatter, and he sighed before standing.
"I already know, Rita." he said to his communicator, putting the device back in its holder on his hip before going to find out what all the fuss was about. He arrived at the male's room, pulling on his stethoscope and looking at the male. Wow. He was really fucked up. He checked the male over, running some quick tests before cursing. He was going to need surgery.
"Let's get four CCs of amenethol in him and get him into surgery, a medibox won't cut it. He's got internal bleeding that's threatening to fill his lungs." he said, looking at the cop. His nurses looked at each other like he was speaking Prasidion.
"Now! Don't twiddle your fucking thumbs, there's a life on the line!" he barked as the nurses jumped into motion, wheeling the male into the ER. Kirle rolled his eyes heavenward. Fucking imbeciles.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 17:53:02 GMT -5
What. The. Fuck. Death? No, no. Morgan hadn't sighed up for death. Death and him were so not friends. The male babbled something incoherently as he tried to sit up, only to be pushed back into the soft harshness of a gurney. He was fine! A little bloody, but fine! Dammit. He bared his teeth in a snarl as he nurse started to blink some irritating into his eyes. The male shrieked and pulled back.
Morgan glared at the doctor that was spouting all that nonsense about head trauma and blah blah. He really was fine...kind of like he was floating in a warm little cloud of painless nothing. Wait. That couldn't be good. Fuck. The Zercan's eyes rolled back into his head and his last thoughts were that he was going to punch Logan in the face for this.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 17:57:42 GMT -5
Seven hours later, they wheeled the newly patched up male into his room. Kirle was justifiably exahusted, but the surgery went well. They relieved the pressure on his brain, stopped the bleeding, patched up those nasty shots and stitched up the gashes and such. The male should be right as rain in a few weeks.
Kirle went into detox, washing the smell of gloves and blood from his hand before he head into the male's room to monitor him, get his information, if any, and fill out his charts.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 18:15:21 GMT -5
Morgan was already moaning his way in consciousness when Kirle stepped into the room. God. It felt like he'd mauled by a bear...a really big bear. Still not feeling much of anything, the young cop struggled to sit up, wondering why he suddenly felt so much fatter. He looked down to see his torso and stomach covered in gauze.
"Fuck." He slurred out, rubbing at his eyes and wondering how much effort it would be to actually stand up. And where the hell was Logan? Damn bastard had probably ditched him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 18:21:15 GMT -5
"Down." Kirle said, pushing the male gently down and moving to check his vitals and such, surprised that the cop was awake already.
"I am Doctor Farrah Kirle, I'm the Chief Resident at this hospital. Because of the severity of your wounds I will be monitoring you personally. You mustn't stand or sit up until I give you permission, or else you could tear your stiches as well as fall into unconsciousness or a coma due to your head injury, am I speaking too quickly?" Kirle said professionally, looking at the male.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 18:33:49 GMT -5
"Go to hell you uppity snot." Morgan bit out before groaning again as the light began to hurt his eyes. He knew when his chain was being yanked. He may have gotten his head bonked but he wasn't brain dead.
"What's my uh...down time?" The cop rasped out, wondering why the hell his mouth was so dry.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 18:39:46 GMT -5
Kirle rolled his eyes. Great, another asshole. "Seven hours and forty-six minutes." the big giver said, checking his watch. "We are going to keep you here fore about a week to monitor your condition. There is a possiblity that the pressure on your brain could build up again. " he said, looking at the male.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 18:59:51 GMT -5
"A week?" Morgan would have been shouting if his vocal chords hadn't of shriveled up. "And what-what in my brain now? Fucking hell I didn't get hit that hard...though that fat bastard with the one eye was kind of obnoxious." He muttered to himself, looking at the doctor with a scowl.
"So, uh, could I hit you up for some water or something? Or you could just point me to the right direction." He added, seemed he had ignored the whole "don't move" issue
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 19:07:46 GMT -5
"We had to drill into your skull to relieve the pressure, so," Kirle stood, "Stay down." he ordered, going to the hall to get the male a bottle of cold water. "Here." he said, handing the male the bottle. "Drink slow, and less than half."
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 19:25:04 GMT -5
Slightly cowed by the whole skull drilling bit, Morgan drank less than half, thirst slacked. "Thanks." He muttered, looking away. No wonder he had the headache of his life. Shit, this was so not a good day. Already he felt his eyes drooping and body falling back into a drug induced sleep. He hadn't feeling so vulnerable and someone was going to pay for it.
Morgan all but passed back out again, still holding the water bottled in a death grip.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 19:40:49 GMT -5
Kirle looked at the male,before injecting him with a stabilizer and going about finishing up his routine, rolling his eyes. The dumb male was all talk and no bite. He headed back to his office to finish his paperwork, in dire need of coffee.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 19:58:58 GMT -5
Morgan didn't wake up until late into the next day, hollering that he had to piss and if he could get up. There was no need for the call button. Those were for sissy babies who didn't know how to scream.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 20:04:39 GMT -5
Holy fuck. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Kirle groaned as he heard the male's scream from across the floow. He stood, going into the male's room.
"First: Shut the fuck up. Second: No, you cant. That's why you've got the pan." Kirle said with a sigh, looking tiredly at the male.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 20:10:42 GMT -5
"Your bedside manner sucks Doc." Morgan sniffed, offended. "And my dick will get cold out in this big room if I use the pan. Can't I get up? Pleaaaaaase?" He whined. It already felt like his muscles were atrophying.
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