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"Thanks, Doc. You too."
And Travis couldn't help a crooked grin as he walked back towards the ambulance bay. It was rare enough that the attending physicians, particularly on overnights ,were that friendly. Most wanted either play by play accounts of exactly what they done on the run, or would throw a fit that a nurse couldn't sign off on the forms. It was normally a nightmare trying to get signed off and out- and he didn't blame Josh for running while he could- but this one was...a nice change.
And he was cute. Travis was shallow enough to hope that their shifts would overlap at least a few times, on that fact alone.
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But the next night, fate seemed determined to teach him the danger of hoping. He'd barely signed in, getting shift report from the afternoon EMTs, when his radio had gone off.
"Squad 11, squad 9. Report to the third block of Fifth street, intersection road Waldorff. Rendaveux with Patrol Car 4487, possible domestic distrubance, mutliple injuries."
"10-4 Dispatch."
He'd exchanged a glance with Josh, rueful and worried all at once. Domestics were the worse. No one ever really knew what they were getting into, and things could go south very quickly. It was required for all calls to have at least one police officer present, should the worst case scenario come to pass. Which was a relief. But they still took precations, and that run it served them well. When the wife of the man who'd been found with the 'younger model' found out that she wouldn't be able to press assault charges without being charged herself, she'd thrown caution to the wind and gone for the frying pan. But the trajectory was, unfortunately, drawn on an angle which met the back on an unsuspecting EMT's head rather then her hapless husband's.
Which was how Travis found himself- for a second night in a row- sitting in the ambulance bay of Boston General waiting for an attending. But this time Josh was snickering and helping him hold a gauze compress to the sluggishly bleeding gash on the back of his head, and trying-in vain- to be supportive.
"I mean, I guess it could have been worse. At least she didn't go for the knife block. You'd have a much worse head ache then than now."
"You're gonna have a headache in a minute if you don't shut your damn mouth. Why are we even here?"
"Cap wants you checked out and signed off on one way or another before we go active again. Concussions and all that jazz. Just be patient, and you'll get a lollipop when you're done."
And Travis couldn't help a crooked grin as he walked back towards the ambulance bay. It was rare enough that the attending physicians, particularly on overnights ,were that friendly. Most wanted either play by play accounts of exactly what they done on the run, or would throw a fit that a nurse couldn't sign off on the forms. It was normally a nightmare trying to get signed off and out- and he didn't blame Josh for running while he could- but this one was...a nice change.
And he was cute. Travis was shallow enough to hope that their shifts would overlap at least a few times, on that fact alone.
--
But the next night, fate seemed determined to teach him the danger of hoping. He'd barely signed in, getting shift report from the afternoon EMTs, when his radio had gone off.
"Squad 11, squad 9. Report to the third block of Fifth street, intersection road Waldorff. Rendaveux with Patrol Car 4487, possible domestic distrubance, mutliple injuries."
"10-4 Dispatch."
He'd exchanged a glance with Josh, rueful and worried all at once. Domestics were the worse. No one ever really knew what they were getting into, and things could go south very quickly. It was required for all calls to have at least one police officer present, should the worst case scenario come to pass. Which was a relief. But they still took precations, and that run it served them well. When the wife of the man who'd been found with the 'younger model' found out that she wouldn't be able to press assault charges without being charged herself, she'd thrown caution to the wind and gone for the frying pan. But the trajectory was, unfortunately, drawn on an angle which met the back on an unsuspecting EMT's head rather then her hapless husband's.
Which was how Travis found himself- for a second night in a row- sitting in the ambulance bay of Boston General waiting for an attending. But this time Josh was snickering and helping him hold a gauze compress to the sluggishly bleeding gash on the back of his head, and trying-in vain- to be supportive.
"I mean, I guess it could have been worse. At least she didn't go for the knife block. You'd have a much worse head ache then than now."
"You're gonna have a headache in a minute if you don't shut your damn mouth. Why are we even here?"
"Cap wants you checked out and signed off on one way or another before we go active again. Concussions and all that jazz. Just be patient, and you'll get a lollipop when you're done."
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"The boys in black might be a few minutes tonight, Doc. We were right back on after a non-transport call, took us less then a minute to respond, and we were long gone before I heard the sirens."
As he'd spoken, Travis was pulling his clipboard box from the rocket bag, ticking down information quickly before passing it over. Despite the reputation amongst most of the medical profession, EMT's had escaped the stigma of terrible handwriting and scrawled signatures. Two years of practice had his penmanship blocky and clear, his signature loopy but recognizable. And even as he was handing it off, Travis was already reporting.
"So we pushed about 3200 cc's Saline, another 1200 Ringers Lactate. We did our best to open him up to it, gave him a rescue-- 30 atropine, 15 epinephrine. His BP dropped from 100/82 to 85/60 on scene, with no further loss in transport."
Josh had finished their trauma kit and left it on the desk to go refill their supplies, so the dark haired EMT grabbed the green box and held it under the board. "We've got your blood and spewdom tests done on the way--negative on narcs and barbs, but spewdom came back a grainy positive for coke."
It was concise, given quickly and easily with the ease of practice. Travis could have done this part in his sleep, and he held out the board with a half smile, tired but genuine,
"I think that's all I got for you, doc."
As he'd spoken, Travis was pulling his clipboard box from the rocket bag, ticking down information quickly before passing it over. Despite the reputation amongst most of the medical profession, EMT's had escaped the stigma of terrible handwriting and scrawled signatures. Two years of practice had his penmanship blocky and clear, his signature loopy but recognizable. And even as he was handing it off, Travis was already reporting.
"So we pushed about 3200 cc's Saline, another 1200 Ringers Lactate. We did our best to open him up to it, gave him a rescue-- 30 atropine, 15 epinephrine. His BP dropped from 100/82 to 85/60 on scene, with no further loss in transport."
Josh had finished their trauma kit and left it on the desk to go refill their supplies, so the dark haired EMT grabbed the green box and held it under the board. "We've got your blood and spewdom tests done on the way--negative on narcs and barbs, but spewdom came back a grainy positive for coke."
It was concise, given quickly and easily with the ease of practice. Travis could have done this part in his sleep, and he held out the board with a half smile, tired but genuine,
"I think that's all I got for you, doc."
ign off your actions."
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Hello all! Welcome to my interest check. I am currently craving a few good role plays to fill the void that is going to be Christmas break and beyond, so come on in, warm yourself by the fire, and let's get started.
So, if you are okay with those, read over what I have and send me a pm![/hider]
I do have quite a few topics and plots of my own, but always feel free to suggest something. For ease of access, I've organized what I currently like/have plots for below.
* Means plot
Modern
Sniper x Pacifist * (MxM only)
Fugative x Neighbor* (MxM Only)
Letter based Role Play*
Barista x Regular* (MxM Preferred)
ER Doctor x EMT *
Overnight Help Desk x Caller*
Suggest
Modern Fantasy
When it comes to Modern Magic, I prefer the Dresden Files approach
Wizard x Non-Believer* (MxM Preferred)
Wizard x Witch
Witch x Non-Believer*
Vampire x Human
Vampire x Hunter*
Post-Apocolyptic Earth
(I usually use Fall Out 3 For a Similiar Basis)
Raider/Scavanger x Survivor*
Survivor x Survivor
Letter based Role Play (Something similiar to Ephemeral Rift's Letters from the Apocalypse as a possible idea
DoctorxWanderer*
That's all I can think of right now. Please feel free to send me a pm with any questions, or if you are interested in starting a role play. Thanks for your time!
So, if you are okay with those, read over what I have and send me a pm![/hider]
I do have quite a few topics and plots of my own, but always feel free to suggest something. For ease of access, I've organized what I currently like/have plots for below.
* Means plot
Modern
Sniper x Pacifist * (MxM only)
Fugative x Neighbor* (MxM Only)
Letter based Role Play*
Barista x Regular* (MxM Preferred)
ER Doctor x EMT *
Overnight Help Desk x Caller*
Suggest
Modern Fantasy
When it comes to Modern Magic, I prefer the Dresden Files approach
Wizard x Non-Believer* (MxM Preferred)
Wizard x Witch
Witch x Non-Believer*
Vampire x Human
Vampire x Hunter*
Post-Apocolyptic Earth
(I usually use Fall Out 3 For a Similiar Basis)
Raider/Scavanger x Survivor*
Survivor x Survivor
Letter based Role Play (Something similiar to Ephemeral Rift's Letters from the Apocalypse as a possible idea
DoctorxWanderer*
That's all I can think of right now. Please feel free to send me a pm with any questions, or if you are interested in starting a role play. Thanks for your time!
I didn't see if you wanted a post or a PM, but I would be interested in a F/F human x mermaid role play.
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