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[sup][sup][h1]𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞[/h1][/sup][/sup]
[sup]𝐭𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐲[/sup][/center]
[indent][sub][color=#C8C2AE]𝚄𝚆 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 → 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋[/color][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right]𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: [color=008080]𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫[/color] [@metanoia][/right][/sup][/indent]
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[sub][code]21:37
Emergency Room [/code][/sub]

[b]"You're drilling a burr hole in the ER? Don't you need a neurosurgeon for that?"[/b]

Sekhmet watched the nurse toss the used syringe filled with numbing fluid to the ground, clattering against the messy tiles. Her hands were steady, eyes scanning between the kid's head and his vitals. The kid had been in an accident, fresh out of high school and straight into the gurney. Sekhmet could never understand the fascination with drunk driving, surely schools had programs cautioning against such stupid behaviour?

Evidently, Mr Everett missed that particular assembly. [color=5A7B7B]"It's an epidural bleed. The neuro department is ten minutes away and the patient has five if he's lucky. We gotta drain the bleed, [i]now[/i]."[/color] Sekhmet took the drill in her hands. She gave a cursory glance around her, taking in the faces of the staff around her. With only two first-year residents and some nurses around her, Sekhmet was the only physician amongst them prepared to lead the surgery. As if to remind them of the lack of time they had to spare, the vitals machine started to scream.

[color=5A7B7B]"BP dropping! I need a nurse, damn it! Drilling now!"[/color] Sekhmet lined up the drill against the incision and began drilling. [color=5A7B7B]"Someone keep an eye on vitals!"[/color] The nurse whipped her head, watching the machine like a hawk. Exposing the dura mater was an easy task... on paper. In reality, it meant cautiously drilling through near 7mm of the skull to expose the line of flesh underneath that protected the precious brain. There was no chance to make a mistake here.

[b]"He's herniating!" [/b]

[color=5A7B7B]"C'mon, almost there kid,"[/color] Sekhmet muttered under her breath. She uttered promises of cursing the kid if he dared die on her tonight. Luckily for Mr Everett, it didn't have to come down to it.

[color=5A7B7B]"Got it!"[/color] Sekhmet pushed the drill towards the nearest body standing beside her as another physician took over the incision process. Within moments, fluid poured from the wound like a hole in a dam. The people around the patient sighed in relief, Sekhmet included, before stepping away to allow the neurosurgeon to come running and take her place.

Sekhmet took only a single breath before the ambulance crew called to say they were bringing an unwell eighty-year old from the local nursing home struggling to breathe. She rushed to meet the crew at the doors, white shoes squeaking against the ground in her haste.

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[sub][code]08:22
Break Room [/code][/sub]

It wasn't so surprising when Sekhmet found herself summoned into the director of the ER's office after performing surgery on the Everett kid. She anticipated it the moment one of the residents questioned her, a physician that appeared only a few years older than them. Dr Rory was equally impressed and mortified by such rash action. By the time Dr Rory finished admonishing her for being so rash, Sekhmet had a bigger headache leaving the meeting than the one she nursed going into it. 

Perhaps it was a bad idea to accept a twelve-hour graveyard shift the night before an important gathering. She was certain that [abbr=Egyptian God of Fate & Destiny]Shai[/abbr] was laughing from wherever the fuck he was hiding from the rest of her pantheon after the night she'd had. Suddenly having to deal with a wave of patients from a three-car pile-up on the I-5 just as she was able to sit down with the old eighty-year-old in the recovery room. Sekhmet had to hastily finish her handover to the nurse in the recovery ward before meeting with the emergency crew for the second time that night. With the ER understaffed as is, a wave as big as the crash was nearly enough to send the hospital into code green three hours into her shift.

With two hours to go before the luncheon, Sekhmet's shift at the hospital ended. Despite that, Sekhmet found herself drawn to the recovery ward on her way out. She checked on the kid, whose parents and boyfriend had come to be by his side. He was still yet to wake up, too sedated, but a glance at the nurse's notes revealed nothing troubling. The next room she checked on was the old nursing patient with UTI but instead met with the custodian preparing for the next patient to roll through.

She left the hospital, dumping her overnight bag into the backseat of her [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/7b/54/427b54a42e539697674d4a40a820dcd5.jpg]1965 Ford Mustang[/url] before making the short journey home. There, she got herself ready for the luncheon with a nice steaming shower, the largest mug of coffee she could find and some left over lamb curry she found in the back of her fridge for breakfast. She made an attempt to [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/fb/cc/c2fbcc9a1b7ffd7a35cfb56ec91f9dd9.jpg]dress well[/url], even if her dress was more suitable for a night out clubbing than attending a fancy brunch. Was she trying to look good? Maybe. This [i]was[/i] her first attendance after a near century of self enforced exile, the least she could do was attempt to make an effort. 

By the time Sekhmet arrived at the country club, it was well past the time on the invites. The smell of her perfume had been replaced with the smell of cigarette, and as Sekhmet climbed out of her car she made sure to dust the ashes off. Inside was a group of gods and goddesses that Sekhmet wasn't the closest with, though her relationship with the goddess of madness was complicated at best. But then her eyes landed on a familiar blond and she decided his company would make do for now. Bringing two flutes of champagne balanced on top of a plate of stupidly tiny sandwiches with her, she placed one flute in front of the brooding Norse god. [color=5A7B7B]"I'm not sure who wants to be here less, you or Melinoë."[/color] When she got Thor's attention, she offered her plate of sandwiches, [color=5A7B7B]"Snack?"[/color] [/indent][/indent][/color]