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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 5:05 am
Information This RP is Private meaning only the following people can post: Kimaria - Dr. Fletcher Seeno Evil - Nurse Clarke Setting - Quarantine Ward. Time - Morning: approx 9am (12 days prior to the 'downfall')
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 9:19 am
The sound of a pen tapping against a clipboard was the only thing that ruined the silence of the Quarantine Ward. It was by no means early but Quinn had never seen the hospital so quiet in all his years of working here.
He knew why that was though.
People were afraid and that was only to be expected.
He paused by the window, drawing back the curtains to let light spill into the stuffy room. The smell of disinfectant was something he was aquainted to now but today it seemed especially strong. A sudden urge to open a window filled him and maybe he would have if the patient in the bed hadn't stirred.
He whirled around, stern gaze falling to the young man who lay in the bed, beads of sweat gathering at his temples and face flushed with fever. The mask that covered Quinn's face offered him small protection from the strange illness but he was grateful for it now.
The moving stopped and the man fell still once more. With a sigh and a slow movement Quinn hooked the clipboard over the end of the bed, raising one arm to check the time.
9:13...She was late!
It wasn't like Eva at all, she could be a little strange at times but she did have an air of profession about her. It was one reason why he was glad she was his assitant during this crisis.
Yes a crisis...
He had a strange feeling that this virus which disguised itself as a severe strain of flu was going to cause a lot more problems than he was letting on. But why panic people before due time? Maybe he was just being a little too careful? Well whatever happened he would not deny his patients, he'd work through this despite everyone else and their pitiful fears. If he fell ill then atleast he could say he had done his duty. Things however were becoming a little more difficult, especially now that the Quarantine Wards were almost full. Would they really have to put more than one person to a room? It wouldn't be wise...but if they continued like this then there wouldn't be much choice.
He checked his watch again.
9:14... Where was that woman!?
He made for the door with quick, firm strides, pushing it open with a palm and glancing down the corridor expectantly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 10:10 am
Eva's head pulsed harshly, thumping, booming, racing. Just a few of the sensations which the young adult was trying her best to get used to that dismal morning. Was attending work in her agenda? Or would she snuggle up in bed with her packet of cigarettes and a few dirty magazines? As much as the temptation tickled, she would attend her usual dismal quarantine ward, and peform her usual nursing duties on dismal patients which sat sadly in a dismal ward. In a rather bleak situation.
By god did that temptation tickle more than anything.
Achoo! Eva rubbed her nose heavly, floods of snot coming down in their masses upon the white hankerchief. The door to her house smacked shut, and she collected herself within the car, shoving medicine down her gullet in fair amount. When it came down to treating herself, Eva gave little about her own health. Patients came first, and that had been her practise since training for this - now considered shitty-dismal-job.
The car raced off, a cig intwined between her index and middle finger, she flicked it out the window every so often as so the end would 'tip off', and took long drags from it, clouds of smoke circulating the car and almost blackening the roof.
Pulling up in the Queen's Cross car park, she rushed out, and threw her cig idly on the ground, stamping it out with her heels. A few tutted toward her as they passed, but she just giggled them off insanely, half tempted to give them the finger - but that wasen't good measure, nor good practise for her.
9.20!
Eva had just turned the final corrider, and had finally followed the precautions of washing her hands, etc before making her entrance into the lovely ward which she just so loved working in. Waving a hand up to her face, her legs wobbled. "I don't need another f** already now damnit?! I just had one!" Her head spun, and snot poured onto her lips, her bloodshot eyes peeking out from behind her thick, black glasses which were just descending toward the tip of her nose.
"Sorry I'm late!" Eva announced, whisking about the final corrider! And how that whisk took its toll, the woman almost lost her balance on the floors.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 10:21 am
"Oof." Hands gripped at Eva's elbows as she almost lost her balance and aided her into an upright position as Quinn gave her a stony glare. "You're sorry?" He kept his voice emotionless and firm as he released his grip on her and took a step back. The mask which had been around his face had fallen to hang about his neck and his eyes traced her face.
"Eva, you know as well as I do how many patients we have to care for, you really should be more punctual." Lecture over he re-fitted his mask, and began to walk towards the first ward, pausing to grab another mask from a hook and throwing it in her direction.
"Here, don't want you to catch whatever is bothering the patients...though-" It had taken him a while to notice that Eva didn't look her usual healthy self but now that he looked closer...
"You look terrible!" In seconds Fletcher had entered the doctor's zone, his posture taking an authoritive aura as he began to question her. "Have you been out all night drinking again?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 10:30 am
Eva screamed on the inside - loudly at that too. Oh shut up you a**! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! She couldn't take this lecturing, as if she was a little kid, well, Dr Quinn was obviously not showing her any respect today, at least it seemed that way upon first meeting. Gaw! I really wish I'd stayed at home now... Her thoughts rushed with images of her, snuggled securely up in bed, with a nice warm mug of coffee, a packet of those expensive cig's she liked, and decent magazines. Quite a day that would've been too.
She grabbed the mask, and imitated him as she slid it on over her narrow face. "Jesus's sake of bloody hell b*****d." She spoke a curse language of jibberish, wobbling her hand about oddly, for no real particular reason whatsoever.
Oh! So he was asking now! And about time too. She fitted the mask perfectly, and exhaled deeply. "No, for once. I haven't. And for once in my life. I woke up, feeling rather crap! And no, don't blame it on the cig's, cuz I know that'll be the first, AND last thing you ever do. Don't worry about it though, a few pills and an injection on ward and I should be as right as rain. Er.. as bright as the sun?"
She whisked off away from him, and went to the first Bay of the ward to begin her inspection of the isolated patients.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 4:59 am
He listened to her ranting with a practised patience, one eyebrow kinked up and steely eyes paying heed to her symptoms. She was ill and hadn't been drinking? Well now that had to be a first!
Turning his head to follow her path as she disapeared into the nearest room he let his shoulders droop as he leaned against the nearest wall. "Give me strength." He muttered, letting his head lean back against the brick as he tried to gather himself. He had a lot of work to do today and he had barely even started!
Straightening his posture he righted his white shirt and began after Eva, she needed to be seen by a doctor incase what she had would contaminate the patients and make things worse...unless...unless...
s**t.
She couldn't have caught it, could she? They had both been so careful!
He probably would have followed after her if he hadn't been suddenly stopped by the same news reporter who had been bugging him everyday since the first case of this new mystery illness.
Quinn whirled around to face him, irritation playing at his features. "Look, I don't have time for you right now. Isn't there some other story you could chase to give me a break?"
"No...that's not why I'm here." The man wheezed, his body trembling as he tried to stay on his feet.
"God man let's get you off your feet before you collapse!" Quinn allowed himself to show a portion of shock as he witnessed yet another person sucumb to the illness. Then did this mean it was quite possible for Eva to catch it too? The reporter had taken the same precautions as them and...
What about himself? Could he have the virus too? No...as far as he was aware of he felt fine...
"Eva! Get out here and help me get this man to a bed!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 11:29 am
Eva went about the wards per usual, from bed to bed, collecting clip boards which were attatched just at the bottom - before being - rudely - interrupted by the man out in the corrider who needed her attention so. She swung around, the collection of clipboards clinking as she dashed back into the corridors. Her head spun, and she couldn't make her bearings right, her legs wobbled and waffled around oddly, and her hands jittered. Clatter!
Her clipboards landed in piles on the floor, and soon, she was joining them. Spinning to the side and revolving a little to keep her balance after the dizzyness, she just had no chance against it, and gravity sucked her down into its hole. Aka the ground beneath her feet.
Her bloodshot eyes blurred, and her -now- bruised face sat smushed up against the stone cold flooring. Her glasses lay in pieces just aside her. The youth's legs shook about in all sorts of places, and her body jittered along with it. Almost as if she was having some sort of mindless fit. Oh how her body ached!
And still, that temptation which had tickled all but too long ago, was now stabbing deep at her heart, and she was soon regretting the fact that she had chosen work over a nice day off to get a little bit better and - somewhat - enjoy herself!
And then.... Everything just went blank. And dark.
WHACK!
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 12:38 pm
Where was that damn woman?!
Quinn grunted under the weight of the news reporter...what was his name again? ...Robert? The man had been posted here to get as much information on the progress on this new illness, ironic really that he himself would be infected. Could this really be serious? Perhaps he should inform someone of higher authority? He had tried to protect people by glossing over the facts to keep the public from panicking. What was the point of worrying them when he himself wasn't sure of the seriousness of the situation.
"Hang on a minute, you'll have us both on the floor if you lean on me like that." His pale skin flushed red as he tried to shift Robert's weight so he was easier to hold up.
"Legs...weak...urghh..." The man looked close to fainting, his eyes rolling back to flicker behind their lids as he tried to remain conscious.
"Eva wh--" Quinn's yell was cut off at the sound of clipboards clattering against the ground, head spinning round to see the nurse falling unceremoniously to the floor. No...NO! Not her too!
His knees almost buckled beneath him, back connecting sharply with the wall as the reporter slumped forwards, weight resting completely on the young doctor as he wrestled to keep himself upright. If he fell now then he might not be able to get back up, and his break wasn't for another two hours! No one would come to replace him until that time and...and there were patients who needed tending to.
"Eva? Eva wake up dammit!" He hissed between clenched teeth, jaw setting as he pushed with all his might, slipping out and away from the wall before letting the man slump down to the floor. There were only a few more beds left...only a few. Would any of the sufferers get better? He damn well hoped so or things really would get complicated.
Catching his breath he turned on his heel, moving swiftly to kneel beside Eva, rolling her gently onto her side and positioning her into a more comfortable position. Gentle fingers stroked along her bruised cheek, moved to part her eyelids to check her eyes - bloodshot.
"Damn." One fist connected with the floor, a jolt of pain lashing up his arm at the effort. "Now who is going to help me?" Drawing in another deep breath he rolled her onto her back, lifting her up into his arms. Luckily she wasn't too heavy, her slight frame much easier to carry than the reporter would be. He'd see to the nurse first. She was more important after all.
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"Thanks for your assitance Marc, with Eva down with this illness I'm going to be stuck for help for a while." Quinn checked the equipment hanging about Eva's bed before turning to the younger man.
"Surely there are plenty of doctors around who can aid you?"
"They're all afraid, won't come near the place. Now Eva has come down with it they'll just stay away even more."
"Quinn, don't ever hesitate to ask for my help, I'm just a trainee but this is what I've always imagined the job to be. Putting my life on the line for the good of others."
"Glad I'm not the only one who realises what a 'doctor' is." Quinn gave the other a wry smile before turning to gaze at the far side of the room where Robert Hoyland lay. The man was in terrible shape, his breathing shallow and harsh, skin a sickly white, eyes bloodshot and sore. Definately one of the worst cases.
It seemed to effect everyone at different levels.
A piercing sound suddenly erupted from the Quarantine office, the sound that meant someone was critical...someone was dying. His heart leapt suddenly in his chest, jerking him into action as he dashed out of the room, Marc following at his heels. He would NOT lose a patient to this. If someone died then he really did have something to worry about!
His eyes sought the blinking light...room 6, the little girl who had been one of the first to come down with the disease.
His feet moved at rapid speed, the heels of his shoes clicking against the ground as he checked to make sure the mask was fitted securely round his mouth. Door to room 6 swung open, Marc reaching it just before it closed to follow Quinn inside.
"We're losing her!" Quinn yelled, stern gaze fixing upon the heart monitor and the horizontal line that jumped no more. "Quick, get in here and help me!"
Then from down the hall another piercing scream of a machine reached his ears. Another one!? They were losing them, losing them all!
"Marc! Page one of the doctors from the main wards, tell them to get down here RIGHT NOW!" Quinn yelled at the top of his voice as he battled to save the child's life.
Too late...it was too late.
The girl was dead and so was the other woman just down the hall. Two dead and thirty-two more in critical condition.
The situation was growing dire...
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