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[orangetoughguy]

accidental audio | open to action at the hospital

[Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

This is a patient trying to get a nurse. He mutters.]

What the hell does it take...

[Said patient is now turning the device around and around in his hands. Funny looking phone, this.]

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this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

What robots do within the hospital can be summed up as a lot, in amongst the flesh and blood workers, none doing more or less so much as all that they can do. Peter puts in time here because it is familiar and because he knows someday he might return to just this, but just this is not so simple anymore and less a sentence to ordinary than it is a decision not to give up on people. It isn't easy, but no one said it would be, and in some respects the storybook boy can understand why; because nothing that matters is 'easy', because people are capable of more than they know, so on and so forth. Things are not as ideal as they once were for him, not in small part because the journey he began is not the journey he has ended with. Old friends--family--turned enemies and friends again have up and gone. And then there are the enemies that remain though only one to speak of in immediacy. Where the people from this place reside, sometimes he doesn't know. Robert Chase. Adrian Veidt. Penny. Max.

In the end his thoughts come back to Claire because she will be the one person he answers to when they return, however soon or far off that may be, but he tries to treat the life he has here with the dignity of at least realizing the concreteness of it, to not turn away simply because all here is temporary. Everything at home is (was) too, in a sense. So for that reason too he is at the hospital even now, pausing on the way to the room that seems to think ringing once isn't enough...or twice....or...well. Hm. Maybe the patient thinks it's broken? Peter can only guess as he steps into the room, door clicking shut behind him.

A once over is not required to know the man is stable. The room would be abuzz with hospital noise if he wasn't and that's that, save for a curse that would see fit perhaps to derail all machinery, but such a curse is not the problem for today, for which they can all be grateful. Peter is mindful to take shifts when he thinks people he doesn't otherwise know work in the hospital will be there. Granted he is not always right and those people tend to work a great deal, but often enough he is able to guesstimate within the framework of close-counts. It suits him more to leave coffee for Chase than it suits him to work in the same vicinity at the same time, but it is nothing personal. Peter would feel this way about anyone he might live with.

One wonders what the man wants at this hour but it could really, literally be anything, and suddenly he wonders how much this same man has been told about the City, and more importantly, how much he believes of it. Looking at him, the brunette honestly has no idea, but usually if people want to talk, they will and if the opposite, then they don't--simple as that from time to time.

"Need something?" he asks, to the left of the patient's bed, peering down and wondering with the morbidity of immediacy whether or not this person makes it in his own world, and it is telling of Peter more than anyone else that his initial feeling is to hope that he does even though he knows nothing about him.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

One; this guy looks nothing like Dr. Cameron. Two; this guy looks nothing like Nurse Francine. Three; he knows off the bat charming a face like that into turning a blind eye to smoking in a hospital is highly unlikely.

At least he doesn't start by asking where's the nurse. Think fast, Freddy.

"You got anything in here besides that," he points the device at the monitor on the other side of the room. Three's Company reruns. Classy.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

One; it should be a relief Peter looks nothing like Cameron, but to be fair Freddy hasn't been here long enough to know exactly how much of a relief that is. Two; Peter doesn't even know Nurse Francine. Of course this is all beside his own point which is not necessarily to check on anything apart from the particular reason for the ringing. Glancing over at the monitor, his own expression makes the shift from inquiring to wry.

"Could be one channel fits all," he says but he isn't serious, as evidenced by him walking over to flip the dial to something else, first landing on...something in Spanish. Okay maybe not. He tries again. Cooking network? Somehow, he thinks not. Golden Girls---no comment. One of many cartoons that looks like the badly computer animated creatures are made of the playdough most kids think they can eat.

Uh. Hm. Three's Company reruns starting to look decent...ish.

This time when he changes channels he pauses on something he knows people are allowed to like unabashedly in their youth but maybe only questionably around his own age and older. He doesn't know what show, but it clearly has a sci-fi foundation and comic-book whimsy. Volume low enough to allow for any conversation, he arches a brow and then shrugs.

"Preference?" he asks even as he looks around for the ever elusive remote that should have come with this thing. Questions like how did it happen and where are you from feel somehow equally intrusive to someone so close to the event in time and its happening at all, so he doesn't ask them. Not now, anyway.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

The day Freddy finds out how much a relief it is he doesn't look like Dr. Cameron is the day he might tell this guy he's not so bad looking after all. Never take what God gave you for granted, and no Freddy's not religious per se, but he believes in that sort of thing. Karma biting you in the ass? Proven time and time again. Of course none of this is said aloud and he is no mindreader nor does he have a reason to think Peter is one too.

"No." Hey that looks delicious, but difficult. "No." Looks artsy and more than his head can take right now. What the 'nurse' settles on surprises Freddy. Maybe Peter doesn't know it yet, but Hadji's about to ruin the day for those guys with the harpoons. Freddy actually smiles.

"Good enough," he nods, putting on a straight face because grown men don't watch cartoons (outside the privacy of their own home). The way he does so is just as much an indication that he can tell Peter knows it. They have an affinity for comics and cartoons. No harm there. "Thanks. Guess this ain't good for much," he says while turning the device around a few more times. He knows it's no remote, it looks kind of like a phone. It's jsut the craziest phone he's ever seen.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

True, Peter is no mindreader, not today at least, but it doesn't always take mind reading to settle on something with common ground to stand on--in this case, guys with harpoons and laughable dialogue but the only way that's different from a lot of more contemporary shows is that it actually works for this one.

"You might be surprised," Peter says, walking back over and inviting himself into a chair that rests between the two beds, rather than the one at the left side again, and thus unknowingly sitting where Dr. Cameron was not long ago. Fifty-fifty chance of course, so nothing to read into. Just here instead of there. "It lets you talk to anyone here who has theirs on them too, and in a tight spot you'll want it." Briefly his gaze flicks over to the man in the other bed. "He's got one too."

Point being: and if you don't want to talk to anyone here, maybe you'll want it to talk to him, on a day when no one seems to be there but you or a day when everything is upside down, or a day when no step in any direction will bring you where you want to go. There are far worse curses but they don't need to be the ones brought up to make said point.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

"So it is a fuckin' phone," he says to Peter while he tries to sit himself up a little more. Without the use of the bed thanks, he's a man, he can do this himself. "Thing's a little smaller than I'm used to. What is it, Japanese," Freddy asks, because clearly Peter's some kind of expert on these things. The other important detail which he doesn't share is that he knows this isn't his phone. It could be tapped. Calling Holdaway is a Bad Idea.

There's a look over to Larry's side of the room but Larry is Larry and Larry can take care of himself too. In other words, he talks to That Guy but he doesn't talk about That Guy.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

"Sort of," Peter gives him that because, in many enough respects, it could be thought of as that, and often it makes it easier for people to just call it as something they already know. "Not Japanese though," he adds, bemused suddenly and feeling a little bad for it because it isn't nice to be amused at someone's circumstantial unawareness. Or refusal to believe. Or whatever. Maybe it's none of these, and it does occur to Peter that some people have a better grasp on the City than they let on. It just doesn't seem like the case for Freddy, not in small part because from what Peter can tell, neither he nor his bloodied partner have had time for a crash course.

"Anyway you should be resting," point. "Was there anything else?" Not the type to be abrupt, he is not the kind of person to keep a patient idling awake when sleep would do him better if there isn't any point in it, but he doesn't seem at the ready to leave either, not having gotten up, elbows on his knees and hands lightly clasped.

[whitetwoguns]

"Hey." There's nothing small enough to grab and throw to stop the ring noise, "recuperating here." Larry has been napping off and on. It is the drugs. He's never been too big on napping.

"You trying to call collect?"

[orangetoughguy]

Hearing his voice stills him. He looks over to Larry.

"You awake?"

It's like asking, how long have you BEEN awake?

[whitetwoguns]

"Can't sleep right now. So yeah, I'm awake." Though he suppresses the impulse to yawn.

"I didn't think this would be the ending. S'not so bad. Nurses and docs help." Obviously, that's what their paid for. He means some other kind of help.

[orangetoughguy]

"You're doin' pretty well." All things considered. No, he doesn't think he needs to specify what.

[whitetwoguns]

"Same to you. Feeling okay?" Especially since he's the guy who was a human fountain not too long ago. May as well have been a goddamn horror movie.

[orangetoughguy]

Which one? Does Larry know Freddy's seen a few? Want to make a Johnny Depp comparison?

"I'm okay," he echoes words that seem like they occurred days ago instead of hours, or well, a near full day. He rubs at his eyes. "What's next?"

Yeah, he's asking you.

Doing the rounds;

[eiremagic]

Eden's been on the job ever since Frankie told her that he's be going drinking; it's a good way to get extra practice in. She's not a nurse, but sometimes she does venture to where the patients are, if only to pick up blood samples and charts.

She wanders into the room, a stack of charts in one arm and she's headed for the one at the end of this guy's bed.

Doing the rounds;

[orangetoughguy]

"Hey. Any idea when we're gettin' outta here?"

No hello, no nothing, only because she moves like someone who prefers to get straight to the point, exemplified by how she goes right on to the chart. He's too weak to make any attempt at seeing what's written on it.

Doing the rounds;

[eiremagic]

Eden looks at the man who is currently too weak to move and raises an eyebrow. Young, maybe in his twenties at most, then looks at his chart, looking it over once, then twice. She's not a doctor - hell, she's not even a nurse - but she does know how some basic times in and out of hospitals.

"Yeh're in here for a few days, boyo. Rough shite, what they pulled." She raises an eyebrow. "Why, yeh got someplace to be?"

Doing the rounds;

[orangetoughguy]

Irish? Just the sound of her voice has him quirking a brow. Weird.

"What do I gotta do to make that happen--" He snaps his fingers to indicate faster, while giving Eden a smile. It's supposed to be a winsome smile. It will either succeed or fail. "I ain't a fan of hospitals," he says like rehearsed line.

Doing the rounds;

[eiremagic]

Northern Irish, no less. But she doesn't seem to notice the quirked brow, only the slight smile. Eden's immune. But Eden's also not a stonewalling nurse, or Doctor Cameron. She hates being cooped up inside hospitals as much as the next sane person does.

She looks over his charts again, and thinks about it. "Yeh've got a real fuckin' number to heal up from. Can yeh even lift yehr soup spoon?" She flips through. "I'd say if yeh shut up and do what the bleeders tell yeh, and hope yehr body cooperates, yeh'll be out faster, but no guarantees. Cameron likes her shite done right the first time."

Doing the rounds;

[orangetoughguy]

It's a miracle he understands what she's saying, or maybe not because he can be a pretty speedy talker himself. Tonight's just not one of those times, bedridden as he is.

"I don't care much for soup," he shrugs. See, he can lift his shoulders to shrug? "I got it, do what Dr. Cameron says," relenting, and taking mental notes on Cameron. Eden's next. "First time I seen you around," he says, a fishing line for her name.

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[neverplay]

You alive, unconscious dude?

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[orangetoughguy]

[Whoa. It's talking to him.]

Yeah?

[Looks like he doesn't mind answering to the name Unconscious Dude.]

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[neverplay]

[ Technology, it's amazing. ]

I asked, are you gonna survive? Or did I waste my time?

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[orangetoughguy]

Do I sound like I'm fucking dying? [It shouldn't be a joke but it is.] Who's this anyway?

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[neverplay]

Double-checking.

Mindy. The one who found you guys and called the hospital.

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[orangetoughguy]

[He's giving the device a look like it's a ten year old girl before speaking again.]

Thanks, Mindy.

[Wow. What else can he say to that?? And it actually sounds serious.]