Log:Patching Up Green

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Patching Up Green

"Did you grab charcoal?"

Participants

Green and Isolde

2017.09.16


Green comes in for some medical attention and meets 'Fairy Barbie'.

Location

Riverside Hospital


It's early Saturday morning. Not impossibly early, but early enough that regular business at the hospital hasn't began. That means, hopefully, it's quiet. And the way Amanda Green enters suggests she has no desire to disturb the quite. The little Brit is dressed in black leggings and red hoodie. Across the chest, in white, it reads 'LSE' in a stylized font. In her right hand, she holds a to-go cup of coffee. In the left, well. There's bandages wrapped around it.

Green makes her way to check in. She fills out the paperwork. She explains the situation. Tripped, fell, shoved her hand into the fire she had in her back yard. It happened last night, she thought it would be okay. Now? Obviously not. Soon as she's all checked in and that, she'll sit, and wait, and sip her coffee, and stare at her bandages. Clearly, she's debating her life choices.

One of the nurses comes to the door, "Amanda Green?" she calls as she looks down to the chart and then back up to the other two in the ER, clearly they are not Green. They do look like they might have been near a fire too though. "If you'll follow me, Miss Green." she holds the door open for Green so that she can follow her to the rooms behind the doors.

Green rises up, with a smile, and adjusts the little strap of her little handbag. Then she goes, following along without question. "Good morning..." she says, in that soft, delightful voice of hers.

The nurse gives a smile to Green, "We're slow thank goodness, so the Doctor will be in as soon as possible." she tells her. "I just need to get your vitals and things of that nature. Should only take a moment." she states as she goes about getting the machine set up.

Green's vitals are exactly as they should be. She's quiet healthy. Or, well, pretty healthy. You can only get so healthy when your diet is blocks of cheese, red wine, the occasional peanut, and multivitamins. But hey, every so often someone takes her out for a proper meal! But beyond that, she's okay! Except for the hand, which is all bandaged up. Green will then sit and wait for the doctor to come take a look at that.

There is the sound of heels that click down the hallway outside of Green's room and there's a moment taken to stop and grab the chart outside, "Amanda Green?" A Harmonious voice calls as the curtain is pulled back and Isolde steps in. Everywhere she walks little white flowers spring up in her step. "Hello, I'm Doctor Garreau and I'll be taking care of you today." she states as she crosses over towards her.


As the door opens, Green looks up from where she sits. The hoodie is off, and she's left in just a little white tank and those black leggings. And bandages, of course. She spots Dr. Fairy Barbie, and there's a moment where everything inside of her wants to scream. But Green? Great at faking it. Great. So she just smiles softly, and lets some of the tired show on her features. "Good morning, Doctor," she says. Then a blink. "Garreau?" she asks. "Related to... all the others..?"


Barbie wishes she had these curves!

Ahem. If Isolde senses anything a miss, she doesn't mention it, or it's really early and her double is almost over. There's a smile, "Yes, Garreau and yes, I'm related to the rest of them." she tells her as she pulls one of the rolling seats over and settles down. "Alright. Tell me what happened while I look this over." she states as she starts to reach out for Green's hand.


"That is... incredible," Green says, with a smile broadening across her features. "I'm dating your... cousin? Franklyn? And I cannot wait to harp on her about not having a medical degree," Green admits freely, so terribly amused. And the hand, well, Isolde can have that. It's real, real wrapped up. It'll likely take a minute to even undo all the bandages.

"Ah, right then. Well... I burned my hand. Obviously," she says. "I've had some first aid training, and I had a kit, so... I put on the ointment. I wrapped it up. I went to bed. Figured it would... just..." She gives a faint shrug. "That it wasn't as bad as it looked? Only... it bloody aches, Doctor," she murmurs out. "And there's blistering and I believe I buggered it up, not coming in last night, when it happened..."


And Green's story? Something there doens't add up. Surely, her hand is burned. But waiting over night? Strange...

Isolde gives a look to her when she says it's incredible and there's a chuckle, "She's a niece. I'm older than I look." she chuckles warmly. "And we don't have a lot of doctors. I was set on it from the time I was a young girl." she tells her. She's very careful undoing the bandage, not sure what's underneath and not wanting to hurt Green further. While she was a Fairy...she was a fairly concerned Fairy.

Once it's all unbandaged, Isolde sets the wrapping off to the side and then pulls that annoying metal tray over to lay Green's arm on. She gives it a good look and then there's a quirk of her eyebrow to the younger woman, "Did you grab charcoal?" she asks her. "We'll probably need to get pain under control and do a bit of a peel, it won't hurt." she tells her.


As soon as Isolde makes contact with Green's hand - actual flesh to flesh contact - the little Brit's eyes go wide. She sucks in a breath, and for all of three seconds, her eyes are entirely unfocused. And then she seems to snap back to reality, and she jerks her badly burned hand away from Isolde, cradling it against her chest with other hand. She stares at the one, panicked, mystified, accusatory. And most of all? It looks to be rather clear Green has no idea what the hell just happened.

Which, for Isolde, was of course... nothing. Nothing happened.

When Green goes unfocused, there's a quirk of Isolde's eyebrow. Then she's jerking back and she rests her hands in her lap, not touching the woman again. Not for the moment. "Miss Green, do you have any memory issues, partial complex seizures, anything of the sort?" she asks her as she watches her carefully. She knew something was up. Or well, she had a good idea.

That tone! So professional! So normal. And asking about seizures and memory issues? It's exactly what Isolde should be doing, as a good doctor. And that means Green just looks... perplexed. The panic starts to fade, though she still looks a bit skittish. Eyes dart back and forth, then settle on Isolde again. "I-..." she starts. Then stops. Then stares for another moment. Finally she clears her throat. "Sorry," she says. "It hurts... very badly," she murmurs out. Then a pause, and she shakes her head. "N-no... no memory issues. No seizures..." she whispers. And she does not release her hand.


Isolde's smile doesn't falter as she watches Green. She didn't want to alarm the woman. "From the panic and things it would seem you don't know what just happened. Did you see anything?" she asks her. She was concerned definitely. Not sure if she'd done something weird. "Let's get you something for the pain first, your hand is going to be fine, we'll just have to give it a good cleaning and peel." she tells her. "But that means we're going to need you to let us see it." she states in a soft and reassuring tone.

"I-... thought I saw something," Green admits, after a moment. "Just..." she takes a breath. In, and out. Nice and deep. "There... might have been drugs involved last night," she finally admits, her voice ever so faint. "And I'm still feeling... a bit off," she adds. But the soothing tone seems to be working, and so Green offers a tight smile, and then ever so carefully uplatches from her own hand, to reach it back out towards the doctor. Because, surely, that can't happen again!

"What was it?" Isolde asks as she keeps her demeanor warm and reassuring. One of the nurses comes in and the Doctor gives a really sweet order for a certain pain medication for the moment. Then she looks back to Green as she tidies a towel on the metal table, "Can you tell me what kind of drug, I just need to know so I don't give you anything that might mix with it." she tells her. "And I'm not going to tell Franklyn of this. It's against ethics." she assures her. Then the nurse is back with syringe full of yummy pain meds!

"Just..." Green starts, then shakes her head. "Blood. Like... out of a movie. A medical... you know, where they work on the patient and it's just... bloody," she murmurs out, her gaze going a bit distant. Then she blinks a few times. "Oh?... Oh, yes, I... well. Molly. MDMA," she says. "And I do appreciate it," she says, with a sweet smile. "Even if I don't mind that Franklyn knows. It's still..." she nods a few times. "Ethics. Good to know they exist."

Isolde waits for the nurse to go and there's a bit of a look to Green as she takes one of those overly large blue rubber bands and ties off the arm that's not injured. "Sounds like my night last night. I had a horrible trauma came in. Had to wear old scrubs home long enough to switch out." she tells her. Then she's slipping on gloves and finding a vein, "Alright, big stick." she tells her, letting her prepare for the bit of a sting from the needle.

That has the little Brit's lips pursing. "Hm," she says. There's a million more things she could say. That she could think of. That she might want to think of! But Green? No. She's just going to ignore that. She'll figure this out... on her own. Rather than risk another fairy knowing all her darn secrets! "Sorry," she says. "About the... blood. Definitely sounds... unpleasant," she offers, with a tight smile. And then Isolde's moving to touch her, and she sucks in a breath, tensing just slightly. Touch... and no visions? Oh, thank God. Green's eyes then shut. Relief is on her face, not an aversion to the needle. "Sorry... stick?"

Isolde settles down the empty syringe and snaps off the gloves, "You took that like a champ." she muses. "You get used to it after awhile. Working the ER reminds you there's a lot of bad stuff that can happen." she nods to that. "The good thing, this won't scar since you did bring yourself in." she tells her with a bright smile. "So you are British. How did you end up in Fort Brusnett?" she asks as she starts typing in orders for the nurses.

Mmmm. Feel that warmth going up her veins? Yes, it could be Green is very familiar with that feelings. "Get used to..." Green murmurs, as her eyes flutter open. Oh. She's not talking about needles in the arm. Right, right. Green flashes a smile, and then gives a nod. "That's right. English... London," she explains. "And... rather by chance. Picked a spot on the map sufficiently cold and far-flung that my ex wouldn't dream of following me here," she says. And oh, her smile is turning softer. Yes, that's good stuff in her arm!

Isolde gives a look to Green and there's a bit of a nod, "Yeah, we get used to a lot of things." she tells her. "London is a nice place. I dated a guy from there briefly. Rugby player. Sadly it did not work out." she muses softly. Then there's a package pulled out, iodine, a lot of it, Green wouldn't feel it though. The hand gets gently swabbed with it. "You have problems with your ex?" she asks her.

"Ooooh, a rugby player. Better than football. Bit more... down to earth," Green decides, her eyes half-lidded. She doesn't care any more about what Isolde is doing. No worries about touching. She's just drifting. "Problems... no. Had. She's a ... can't bloody think of any words polite enough to use. Not a good person. But we're through. I just wanted to move away... and this is away. It's more... about the ritual of it all, than the actual move, you know? Clean break, start over..."

"He was the best." Isolde muses, "But, I didn't want to give up my residency here and...distance." she shrugs. "I can think of some pretty impolite words for exes like that." she tells her. "So don't worry on it." she adds. "Starting over is a bit of a ritual. I did that once. Very refreshing. It's like the seasons cycling. Spring brings new growth. So...there you go." she grins. And with that, Isolde quiets to work on getting the hand started on its way to proper healing.


"I did come here in the Spring," Green says, her eyes flashing wide for a moment, then settling into that dopey sort of expression. "Mmm... but autumn is coming," she murmurs. "Bringing with it cold and leaves falling..." she rambles a bit, before she looks back up. "What about now, love? Found a new beau? You are absolutely gorgeous, I cannot imagine you struggle for a date..."

"We thankfully didn't have five feet of snow to contend with this Spring." Isolde chuckles as she carefully moves the skin that's damaged. "Autumn is a good season. Gearing up to be a busy one here for us." she tells her. Then there's a smile, "No new beau. I'm sure the right guy will come along...and be able to handle me being a doctor." she explains with a smile. "More I don't get out enough to go on dates. Life will calm down eventually." she chuckles.


"Well, if my dating history is any indication... there are no good men in Fort Brunsett. They're all overbearing arses that will tell you exactly what you want and how to feel," Green mummbles out, with a huff to follow it. "Bastards," she mutters. Then she blinks a few times. "Ah... that is... to say... I've not had much luck..." she says, with a faint smile. "Without having the doctor bit to contend with."


"And you tell them they can take a long walk off a short pier." Isolde murmurs to her with a impish gleam in her eye. "And there's some women that are overbearing as well." she laughs. "You'll find someone I'm sure. Franklyn should bring you to dinner sometime, or you two stop in at Harvest Moon and we'll have lunch or something." she offers as she works.

But, that medicine is really good and Green is probably having trouble staying awake.

"Oh! You're that Isolde? That owns... Oh, I had a date there. It was lovely," Green says, all dreamy smiles. She then blinks. "Franklyn? Did I tell you about-... Oh, I did, didn't I... yes, well... we've been looking for a place..." she murmurs out. "Yes, that sounds delightful. Thank you, love..."

Yeah, someone call her a cab.