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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 7:41 pm
There was very little known about the darkly colored man that had been brought into the HQ one night by Agent Nikki. He was badly injured, shot twice, once in the chest, and once in the hip, arriving unconscious, and covered in his own blood.
He was a new recruit however, or as Nikki would have told the medics, before he was taken in for surgery to repair the damage and remove the bullets from his body.
That was all they really knew about him though, his chart saying only “Trainee” under name.
It was coming up to early afternoon; his surgery was finished in the early mornings after he arrived. Once surgery had been complete, the new trainee had been moved to post-op while they kept an eye on his questionable condition.
The man had yet to wake up, though it was indicated that the drugs would wear off and he would be waking up soon.
His street clothes had been cut from his body and thrown away; a white hospital gown now draped loosely over his bandaged chest.
An IV drip was set up next to him, the tube trailing down into his arm, the monitor beeping at a steady pace, indicating that his heartbeat was normal.
He was a well built individual, very strong, probably the reason he had survived to this point.
Lean muscles showed that he was an active man, with heavy tattoo, or at least what could be seen sprawling up the side of his neck in black tribal markings, also curled over the left side of his face, and a strip down his chin.
Dreadlocks tucked under his head, pulled away from his face and shoulders.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:50 am
There had been whisperings around the Head Quarters about the man that had been brought in, and Kofuku waited rather eagerly for her morning shift to be able to see the guy herself. It wasn't every day that someone appeared mysteriously and seriously wounded. So, when she found that, on her rounds later that morning, she was to go in to check on said 'new recruit' she was completely curious.
Carefully she opened the door to the hospital room and peeked in, and sure enough, there was a person laying on the bed. Noting that the figure didn't even stir, Kofuku straightened up and walked in, grabbing the notes from the foot of his bed and glancing over everything to check to make sure all was still in order. Things looked good, his vitals seemed to be stabled and the beeps of the hear monitor were normally paced.
"Ichigo, IV bag please." She called calmly, and her pinka-chu walked in on hind legs carrying a bag of clear fluids. Walking to the head of the bed, Kofuku easily exchanged the nearly empty IV bag with the fresh new one. After making sure the drip was at the correct intervals, she chanced a glance over to the man's face, taking in his features with renewed curiosity.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:04 pm
Still the man laid still in the bed, looking as peaceful as someone like him could when they were sleep, or knocked out by drugs.
He was slowly coming to though, his body becoming aware of its self again.
He had no idea where he was, or what was going on. only that he was laying somewhere... and feeling like utter crap.
Eyes cracked open slightly, light brown iris, set in orbs of black searched the ceiling over him in groggy bewilderment, not even aware that there was someone in the room yet.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 9:04 am
Kofuku walked around the room, humming softly under her breath, completely unaware that the man behind her was actually starting to wake up. Instead, she started bursting out into song; she'd had this stupid tune stuck in her head for the past few days anyways and it was driving her crazy.
"I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout..."
At this point, she was checking the man's bladder bag, her head bobbing as she took care of the least favorite task of the day. Thankfully, the bag wasn't even close to being full so she wasn't going to have to change it.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 11:51 am
He became aware of the ceiling at least... he was in a room and he was feeling like crap.
Slowly tings were starting to become a little more clear, enough so that he seemed to be picking up the sound of singing.
Brow furrowing slightly, trying to understand what was going on, and still in a delirious state lifted his arm up to rub at his face, only to have his arm get caught, and partly tangled in the tubing from the IV
The man's eyes were opened by now, the abnormal dark orbs blinking with a frown at the tube that lead into his arm.
What the heck was this?
with one swift movement he reached down and ripped the IV out of his arm, reaching over to pill at other wires currently attached to his body, looking annoyed and confused.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:46 am
Her attention was focused on cleaning up some of the room when she heard him stirring. And by 'stirring' it was at the point where the IV started clattering a bit when the arm got tangled in the tube. Immediately, she was standing up straight and making her way over to him. "Wooh, calm down!"
She winced a little as the IV was yanked from his flesh, and when she reached him she brought herself to his eye level. "Hey, you're alright, you're in the medical ward." She gave him a small smile, hoping his panic would subside.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 7:38 pm
He jerked away when there was suddenly someone standing closer to him, her face at his level.
The movement casued sharp spikes of pain to ripple through his body.
growling, he pressed himself back into the pillow.
Damn it, what was that?
The person by him spoke, and his eyes opened again, inky black orbs with rings of light brown snapping over to look at the girl he had never seen before.
Breathing a little heavy for a few seconds before a string of swear words were mumbled through his lips.
"How the ******** did I get here?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:13 pm
A very small chuckle escaped Kofuku. "Nice first words. As for how you got here? One of our agents brought you in last night. Now, hold tight while I put that IV tube back in you."
Walking to the counter, the pink-purple haired girl pulled out a few cotton balls and soaked them with disinfectant. Walking back over to the bedside, she picked the needle up and cleaned it off with a cotton ball, then reached for the man's arm. "So, I'm guessing you're in a lot of pain right now. The good news is that, since you're awake, I can add a morphine drip in with the IV drip."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:33 pm
He stared at her, looking her over with a very confused look on his face, not at all amused.
"Don't" He said, through a strained voice, pulling his arm away from her hand.
He settled there for a short time, taking in breaths and looking around with a frown.
The hell was this place? Who the heck was this girl? a doctor? seriously, all bright eyes and pink hair,
He remembered being told about Team Rocket... surly this wasn't someone from Team Rocket.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 7:32 pm
A rather startled expression came over Kofuku's face, then it melted back into her cheerful smile. Pulling over a stool, she sat down and grabbed his charts. She flipped to a blank page to take notes. "You have some really interesting eyes; what's your nationality?" The more she knew, the more they could have on medical file for him. Plus... she was just curious.
"Do you think you can swallow liquids? Would you like some water?"
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:48 pm
He had turned his head away, still glancing around the room before his eyes fixed on the far wall...
Slowly he was starting to remember things. everything... all of it.
He suddenly wished he hadn't woken up just yet. He wasn't ready for this.
Jerome almost missed what the medic was saying to him, something about his eyes, interesting, yeah.
And then his nationality and water.
Opening his eyes again to glance at her, looking a tad mixture of misery and anger.
She asked about his nationality, he stared at her for a second. "... I'm black." He replied in an obvious sort of tone.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:08 pm
"Oh, I just assumed you were a reeeeally tanned guy." She quipped back, answering his tone with a good natured smile; she was teasing, of course, but she'd hoped he'd elaborate on it a bit more... such a region. Too bad that didn't seem to be what he was going to do.
Reaching down, she clicked her tongue gently and gave Ichigo a pat on the head as the pinkachu brought her a bottle of water. Opening the cap, she held it out to Jerome. "Here, take a sip." If he could pull out IV, he could probably take a drink out of the bottle.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:14 pm
Hell if he knew what kind of answer she wanted, He was black, thats all he knew, or cared.
Jerome didn't do hospitals, mostly becasue he didn't have the money for hospitals, he didn't know the last time he saw a doctor.
Eying the cap when it was held out to him he glanced at her once again before reaching out to take it from her.
"Where's that Feather's chick?" He asked gruffly, taking a drink from the bottle, not caring that he dribbled a little of it onto his neck and chest.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:25 pm
"Feather's Chick...? I don't think we have an Agent 'Feather' at all on the base." She paused a moment, clearly in thought, then shook her head. "Nope, not that I know of at least." Standing up, she stretched a bit. "So, if you can swallow water, you can probably get down a pain pill or two. Would you like me to get something for the pain?"
Ichigo skittered across the room and lept onto the counter top, pulling a few paper towels out of the dispenser into her little paws, then walked on her hind legs back over to the bed. Crumbling the paper towels a little as she grasped them in one paw, she climbed up onto Jerome's bed. Careful of the injured man, she used the paper towels to clean up the trickling water. "Chuuuu." She cooed softly.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:48 pm
"The blond girl, one with the feather on her ear." He repeated, frowning softly and eying the pink haired girl again. Why did she keep smiling at him "This ain't Team Rocket than."
That made sense, a overly perky girl like this wouldn't be a part of Team Rocket, on the streets, a chick like that would have been eaten alive.
When a pink pokemon, a Pikachu came over and onto his bed, getting close enough to start touching him the man jerked away.
"Look, just back up off me will ya?" He said, still in a surprisingly mellow voice "I don't want yer drugs, I-"
The act of jerking away had been a really really bad idea, cut off very sharply, Jerome made very careful not to make any noise, not willing to outwardly show weakness.
Agony ripped through his body.
Is this what his friends felt like before they bled out?
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