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Excellence in Health.
Since 2005
Jack Marshall
August 19th, 1944 - April 25th, 2011
The Caduceus Mercy Hospital was officially opened on March 22nd, 2005 in Santa Cruz, California after many years worth of planning, construction, and delays. Founder Jack Marshall had wanted another hospital in Northern California to compete with the likes of Stanford, UC San Francisco, and UC Davis after realizing just how tight of a grip they had on the hospital circuit in Northern California. The hospital featured every single department that a hospital should, the latest technology at the time, as well as a Level II Trauma Center.
In the first year, the hospital had much difficulty staying afloat due to just how new it was. Nobody knew what the hospital was like, and as a result there wasn't much revenue coming in. As a result, by the end of the 2005-2006 Fiscal Year, the hospital's bottom line was in the red. If they continued to be like this in the next fiscal year, then there would be no choice but to either sell off the hospital or close it altogether.
Not willing to sell off his hard work, Jack Marshall kicked into high gear and pulled some string to get things rolling for the hospital. Some of these things included offering numerous internships in schools all over the United States, including UC Berkeley, San Jose State University, San Francisco State University, and even landing in some hooks in medical school powerhouses like Stanford and UC Davis. In addition, Jack Marshall also used his own money to fund innovations that would make the hospital a much more attractive destination. This included dedicating more structures to research and shifting the hospital's focus to be a teaching hospital.
By the end of the 2006 Fiscal Year, the hospital was not only out of the red, but making a massive profit just based on the influx of researchers and increased quality of care in this hospital. The success had launched the hospital toward fame, and five years later it had been universally acclaimed as one of, if not the top research hospital on the West Coast overall. Constant upgrades and innovations had made the hospital a very desirable place to be for nurses, doctors, researchers, and especially patients.
Ironically, though, Jack Marshall was so busy with saving other people that he could not save himself. It was discovered that he was suffering from Stage IV Pancreatic Cancer. On April 25th, 2011, he lost the battle with cancer and passed away. Subsequently, the board moved to change the hospital's name to Caduceus Memorial Hospital in honor of Jack Marshall.
Today, CMH has risen and cemented itself as the best dominant hospital not only on the West Coast, but also in the entire country. Its cardiovascular, neurology, orthopedics, and pathology department all lead the country with the others being in at least the top ten in the nation.
This is where a lot of interactions happen. There are lounges all over the hospital, but for whatever reason, this one is the most popular one. This is located directly over the main lobby on the second floor of the hospital. It features ordinary break room appliances, such as a fridge, coffee maker, couches, a television, plates, cups, and whatnot. The notorious Nurse Richards also likes to store her food in the fridge here. She is very defensive of her food. If you eat her food (I wouldn't blame you, it's good) and she finds out who you are... well let's just say that you're gonna have to do a lot of things yourself.
Every single employee of the Caduceus Memorial Hospital will step foot in the lobby at least once a shift.
This is where people can be directed to certain departments or wait for loved ones. However, off to the side is a little section of chairs reserved for those waiting for a loved one in surgery. That particular section of the hospital is one of the saddest, because it is where bad news is most often delivered.
What's a hospital without on-call rooms? The life of someone in the medical profession is very exhausting.
They may save lives, but they're no superman. Doctors, nurses, and everyone else can only do so much before being pushed to the brink. When they have some down time, doctors on long shifts typically pile into these rooms and sleep. Of course, there has to be that one notorious on-call room for the you-know-what if you catch my drift. That particular on-call room is the only individual on-call room with one bed inside of it. There is a nickname for it, and it is located in the hospital's West Wing, right next to the urology department.
Got stabbed? Got shot? Got into a car accident? This is the place for you, then! The Caduceus Memorial Hospital's Trauma Center is the place to be for anyone with a life-threatening injury. Every single person in that room is trained to fix nearly anything. Whether it be there or in the surgical rooms. However, this is also area of CMH where the most deaths occur. Not everything can be fixed and not everyone can be saved. But, nobody is going to let you go without a fight.
It should be very obvious what these rooms are for. Operations happen here, no matter what they're for. Some of these rooms feature booths upstairs for people to observe and have insight into what happens in a procedure.
All are equipped with state of the art equipment, some rooms even having robotic equipment for the more dicey procedures.
Ah yes. For whatever reason people LOVE to dish out their emotions and do personal things in here. Nobody knows what it is with hospital elevators, but there are more emotions expressed here than there are in a young adult novel. Is it the air? Is it the people? Is it the stress? We will never know, but a lot of information is expressed here. Not a single word could be said on a trip, but people know. At least, they think they do.
**I know some people hate doing them, so the Appearance and Personality sections are entirely optional! If you wanna do them, cool! If you don't, also cool!
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this thread is going to be locked next i BET ON IT
”Hey… ‘their’ is spelled ‘they’re’. One’s ‘they are’ and one isn’t.” Allison pointed randomly on A Double’s essay. Truth be told, there was absolutely no reason their ‘“there” should be a “they’re”. A Double’s current spelling was just fine. Allison was distracted thinking about the nice drummer boy she’d thought about earlier. Boy, he was cute. Allison had never seen someone so cute, let alone someone cute enough to distract her just enough to throw her off her game.
Allison then snapped back to reality, and looked down at the paper once again. There were a lot of grammatical and spelling errors that needed to be ironed out, but Allison was more than willing to help him out. The only problem was that she wasn’t in the right mindset to do so, but A Double didn’t know that.
During an average study hall period, A Double worked with Allison Bentley. This typically consisted of A Double just sitting there while she did the heavy lifting. He wrote the papers, but she refined them. She really knew what she was doing! All the grammar and apostrophes and commas in the world were beneath her. She knew how to fix any paper so it read more smoothly! She even knew what the winky-face punctuation mark was for.
Today though? Today, A Double was having to think. He didn’t like that. He didn’t come here to think, he came here because she made everything easier for him. He had trouble with words, and letters, and struggled even harder when it was things like this, where there were multiples of the same word! He couldn’t even remember what the phrase was, but it didn’t matter.
What mattered was right now was A Double was completely confused. First off… “But Allie… there are three there’s. ‘There,’ ‘their,’ and ‘they’re.’ And I wrote ‘they’re coming to a store near you,’ like ‘they are coming to a store near you.’ And like I think that’s right but now you’re questioning it and like you’re one of the smartest people I know and if you’re wrong then I don’t know what to think. And if you’re right, then I still don’t know what to think because it goes against everything I’ve ever thought I was learning.” A Double made a defeated noise, something somewhere between a grunt and a groan, and looked down at the huge dictionary in front of him.
This contained the answer to his problems.
Mulling over what A Double had just said, Allison quickly realized how foolish she was to make such a basic mistake. The differences between the word were something that Allison had understood almost immediately, but yet she tripped up. Damn, she was really off her game today. ”Oh yeah, you’re right. Haha, I was just testing you. See? You can absolutely do this.” Allison bullshitted, before sitting down to look at A Double’s paper a bit closer.
Pointing on the page, she found something that tickled her in a weird way. ”Gatsby’s name isn’t Jay.”
It absolutely was.
“Are you okay?” A Double decided to broach the subject, taking it carefully at first. He considered himself something of an expert on talking to women, now that he had a girlfriend and everything. This would be pretty much the same! “I mean I read some of the book, and he was definitely named Jay…” A Double put his pencil down, and decided that he would take the time to help Allison, rather than to help himself.
“Cuz like, you can talk about stuff, if you want. I’m a pretty good listener?”
Allison was flummoxed. Of course she’d be okay, why wouldn’t she be?! ”What are you talking about, dude? You’re tripping big time.” Allison laughed nervously, ”I think we have more pressing issues here.” How could A Double not know the differences between their, they’re, and there, but know what was on Allison’s mind? Not like that was any of his business, though.
“I’m actually sober, which is different for me.” He scratched his nose for a brief second and squinted at Allison, leaning forward to analyze her more closely. “Nah… definitely something wrong there, man…” A Double blew a raspberry and shoved his paperwork away from himself, like a child who didn’t want to eat what was on their plate.
“You’re no help today! We can either talk about what’s on your mind, or we can do nothing today, because you’re just confusing me.”
”It’s nothing! I swear!” The daughter of the world famous wrestler known as Tsunami wasn’t going to go down that easily! ”What you need to focus on is your work in front of you.” Allison tsked, pushing the petulant man-child’s work back on front of him. ”Why worry about me when we have more to worry about there?” Allison was very clearly trying to dodge A Double, but she didn’t want the mighty Allison Bentley to know that she had fallen into the trap of catching feelings.
“Because I only even go to school cuz my mama wants me to and I don’t care about my grades that much, but you’re my friend, y’know? And like, friends look out for each other, so I’m just trying to look out for you…” A Double protested, shaking his head. He just wanted his friend to talk about whatever had her twisted, but damn. He didn’t need to be roasted like that. “You don’t have to burn on me like that, I don’t deserve that kind of thing.”
He had a point. Allison might as well have spilled the beans. He deserved that much. ”Okay… I met a cute boy today. To make a long story short, he defended me from a bully so he's my prince charming right now. Did I mention he was cute? He's cute.”
Allison was blushing a bit, but she didn't notice.
“Oh man, that’s cool. You should ask him to the Valentine’s Dance, man. I bet he thinks you’re cute too, and like you can go together and maybe you can kiss. Kissing is great, I do it all the time with my love.” A Double gave a warm smile, and held up his hand for a high five.
”I don’t know. Kissing just sounds nasty. All that slurping.” Allison shuddered. But hey, she’d have to give A Double a high five. ”Don’t boys usually ask people out anyway?”
“Yeah, usually, but this is… the flyer said it was named after someone named Sadie. And like, uhm, Sadie said… that uhm… girls should get to ask sometimes? So Sadie made it happen, and uhm… they named a dance after her. It’s a big thing across the country, I, uh… guess?” A Double’s explanation made sense, or at least it made sense to him, but… it was questionable if history would carry the same weight as if someone else had explained it to her. Luckily, the point was still there. “Hey, wait. What do you mean kissing sounds nasty? It’s the best! You should go find this boy and kiss him.”
”It sounds nasty! Sometimes I hear my moms kiss and it sounds all mushy and nasty like they’re squeezing fruit or something.” Allison shuddered. The prospect of her having to do everything was frightening her, ”Besides… I don’t even know how to do that. All I know how to do... is this. My moms haven’t told me shit!” Allison complained, before shrugging. ”Teach me your ways.”
“I’ve only ever kissed one girl, though. I just know that I really liked it. She just put her lips on mine. And we kissed. It was nice. I thought you should put your hands around his neck, that’s what Q does. I like that. And, uh… maybe you should… I dunno. But as for asking him, you just sort of do it. Cuz it’s like when I do a new ramp, or a new trick… you just have to close your eyes, tell yourself you’re a superstar… and go for it. Stick the landing, and if you don’t? Try again.” A Double didn’t have exact instructions for kissing, but doing things that might seem scary? Oh yeah, that was the boy’s specialty. “Trust me. Sometimes you just have to go for it, and remember: the best is yet to come. You’re still young. I’m still young! Just go for it. Go find your cute boy Prince Charming and kiss him on the mouth and ask him to the dance. Ask him to the thingy that’s happening Friday night at Captain Cuddles.”
”Wait… why are there so many things happen now? Wasn’t there a party yesterday? And last week? And now we have a dance this Friday? Allison asked curiously, ”Do you need posters or something like that? I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, man.”
“No they’re watching Star Wars at the pizza place. It’s twelve dollars for two people. You get a blanket to sit on on top of the roof, a pizza buffet, and two orders of appetizers.” A Double explained, frowning. “What… what would I need posters for? Geeze, Allie, now you’re the dumb one.” The tables had turned. It seemed the child genius, when it came to anything that wasn’t book related, was no longer the smartest one in the room, and now it fell on him, Alan Alexander, to help her out. And, truth be told? He didn’t really like it.
“You could have your very own boyfriend, Allie.”
”Then what was I thinking of? I’m so confused.” Allison waved it off, ”I don’t know, dude! People like posters.” Allison had a concentrated look on her face as she devised a plan to get this guy to go to a movie watching thing with her. It was definitely uncharted territory for the rather naive girl. ”Don’t call me dumb! You’re the one that needs help with an English paper.”
“Letters confuse me!” A Double protested. He was in remedial English! He didn’t need to be reminded he was bad at it. Seconds after his defensive shout, the bell to signal the end of the class rang, and sighed, looking at Allie. “I’m sorry I yelled. Just go find him. Don’t not ask him out, you’ll regret it all your life. It’s better to be told no or to fail than to wonder if you could have succeeded, trust me. Here, take this.” A Double reached inside of his jacket, feeling around in the inner pocket.
And he kept feeling for long enough that it became awkward. “Wait. Other pocket.” He moved his hand over to the other pocket, and withdrew his trusty loaner dab pen. “This is my trusty loaner dab pen. As you can see, it has a label on it that says ‘trusty loaner dab pen. please return to a double or wyatt if found.’ Take it, and use it to give yourself confidence!” He said, before he thrust the device in Allie’s direction.
“You’re my friend! Sure, we’re not bestest friends, but I still like you, and you helped me out a bunch. So now, I’m doing my best to help you! Good luck.”
Receiving the pen, Allison took a close look at it. Just from the look if it, it looked like something that Allison shouldn’t really be messing with. That was ironic, considering Allison had quite the adderall habit. Taking the pen, she weighed it on her hand before handing it back to the nice man that gave it to her. ”No thanks.” Allison said, ”My parents would kill me if they found out I was into stuff like that.” The freshman sighed. The boy in remedial english did have a point. There was much less to be lost than there was to gain from asking the boy out. Worst case scenario? He said no and crushed her confidence when it came to boys. No biggie. Best case scenario? This boy becomes her one true love and they get married and live in a nice house with a kid and some cats.
”Do you know where he hangs out?”
A Double accepted the return of his trusty loaner dab pen, and shook his head. “No, I don’t know where he hangs out, because I don’t know his name. I just know you think he’s cute and that you want to kiss him. ...did he tell you anything about himself? Maybe there were some hints in there.” A Double offered the best tip he could, and placed the T.L.D.P. (Trusty Loaner Dab Pen) back into his coat pocket.
”Well… he knows Lillian. That one bitchy girl? She tried bullying me earlier today and he saved the day for me. That’s all I know.” Allison thought for just a second, ”Oh yeah! He plays the drums. The devil incarnate called her a drummer boy. At least, I think he does. I think he mentioned it. I dunno, that moment was a blur.”
“Then I bet you could try the music room. Run along now. I’m gonna go find Wyatt and Q.”
also interested but I have a question...all characters must be doctors etc in hospital...no room for those who interact regularly with staff such as EMTs?
I think doctors can interact with EMTs if they're somewhere like the Emergency Room. Would that be okay with you?
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