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 Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 8:47 pm
Roleplay between Ju-chansuki and MultiAsh.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 9:31 pm
Dr. Maria Hendricks  Dr. Maria Hendricks found herself in a flurry of activity to prepare for the next emergency patient. Emergency services had notified the Johnson General Hospital emergency department only a few short minutes before that they had a patient on the way with serious injuries sustained. Her curly brown hair bounced in a ponytail as she rushed with Dr. Thompson to take care of the minor case before the major case arrived. She followed on his heels into the small compartment walled by curtains, and stepped forward at Dr. Thompson's nod.
She smiled as reassuringly as possible at the teenage girl that sat on the bed in a hospital gown. "Hi, I'm Dr. Hendricks. I'm the fellow that will take care of you today." Dr. Thompson handed the paperwork to Maria, who referenced it before continuing. She went through the standard questions. The girl had only just started to respond when a sudden burst of noise from the hall indicated the arrival of the high-priority patient. Maria glanced at Dr. Thompson instinctively.
Dr. Thompson gestured towards the patient Maria had been speaking with. "Go ahead and take care of her. I'll take care of the new patient. You can join me when you've finished here."
Maria nodded. She knew she should turn back to the patient at hand, but she couldn't help but peer into the hall where Dr. Thompson met the gurney being wheeled in. She caught a glimpse of a slender man with blond hair before Dr. Thompson and the medics wheeled him away. Distraction gone, she turned back to attend to the patient at hand.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 7:16 am
Firo MartilloBarely being able to stay conscious, Firo could see bright florescent lights shining brightly above him. His hazel eyes squinted as he struggled to stay awake. At the moment, he didn't feel any sort of pain, or much of anything at all. Firo felt numb, but for the most part, he was a little confused about where he was. All of the chattering and nervous demands all around him made the young man begin to wonder about the place he was in. A hospital, perhaps? Either way, Firo was much too tired to care in that moment. He had muttered his name to the men that had taken him to this place, and he could only hope he would be in safe hands as the young man drifted off into unconsciousness. ~~~ When Firo awoke, he was in a room different than where he was before. It looked to be some sort hospital room, but the lights had dimmed for his comfort. He tried to sit up in the bed, groaning in pain. Glancing down at his body, Firo noticed the several bandages on his body. Of course. It's no wonder he was in a hospital. He had been ambushed by Gandor thugs, who shot him several times before the young man collapsed. Firo could only hope those rats were, at the very least, wounded. With a sigh, he laid his head back against the pillow, looking around the room. Firo mentally scolded himself for not allowing a single one of his men to escort him. Perhaps his men had called an ambulance for him, or even an innocent passerby that saw him laying in a pool of his own blood. Firo knew that he'd have no choice but to have at least one of his men accompany him at all times when he was out on the town, even in his own territory. The Gandors were looking to cause a war with the Martillo family, it seemed like, and Firo wasn't going to back out of it because of a few bullet holes. ] 
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 3:00 pm
Dr. Maria Hendricks Maria found that her current patient was less than honest, and her consultation as a result lasted far too long, a quick ten-minute consultation turning into nearly three-quarters of an hour. She continued through the patient's concerns with a business-like briskness until the brat was finally satisfied. The polite smile on her face faded as soon as she stepped into the hallway. There was no time to dwell on how frustrating her patients could be. Her next patient would need a lot of attention.
A moment of panic welled up in her. She hadn't yet been involved in a high-risk case. One way or another, she had been assigned quiet shifts in the emergency room this week, and everything had gone smoothly thus far. What if that changed today? She shook her head and dismissed the thought. Failure was not a possibility. She would make sure that patient survived, and prove to herself in the process that she could do this job.
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The surgery had been exhausting. Dr. Thompson had sent her to the break room to take a nap, but not before a word of praise and a request to check on the patient when she woke. As soon as she had entered the OR, Dr. Thompson had allowed her to take charge. She had removed three bullets from the patient's body, and stitched up two other bullet wounds in addition to those three. The man had been lucky to reach an ER so soon; had he not, he would not have survived more than an hour or two.
Recovered with her power nap (that accidentally lasted for four hours), she now headed to his inpatient room to check on him, hands smoothing her hair. As she passed the nurse's station, her friend Jonathan caught her by the arm and spoke in a low voice. "Hey, I'm not sure you should get involved with the gunshot wound patient. Mark heard him talking nonsense on the way over, but he also said a name." Jonathan glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening and lowered his voice further. "He said Firo Martillo."
Maria shrugged at the implications Jonathan was trying to press upon her. "He's my patient. I'm going to take care of him." She brushed past him and found her way to Firo Martillo's room. She knocked softly to announce her presence in case he was awake and stepped inside. She smiled reassuringly at the sight of his wakefulness. "Hello, I'm fellow Dr. Hendricks. I'll be your physician during your stay."
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 3:13 pm
Firo MartilloFiro glanced over towards the oak-polished door upon hearing the knock. When it opened, he was blessed by the sight of a beautiful brunette walking into his office. He smiled politely at her, " A please to meet you, doctor. I'm assuming you helped save my life," he said, watching her every movement in the room. Firo wanted desperately to sit up, but he was in too much pain to do so, " I have to say, I'm very thankful to be here. Uh.. might I ask which hospital this is?" he questioned. Firo could only hope he was in Johnson General instead of St. Maria Hospital. If he were in St. Maria Hospital, that would only mean he would be fair game inside of Gandor territory. Nervous sweat began rolling down the side of his face as he waited patiently for her answer, " I hope this is Johnson General Hospital. You know.. preference, and all. I've heard that St. Maria isn't all too great, and... well, the place is just unsanitary," Firo explained, making up an excuse. He mentally scolded himself. Like he would need some excuse to a doctor about which hospital he preferred. Either way, his excuse was spot on. It sounded like any other person that chose a hospital.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:01 pm
Dr. Maria Hendricks Maria smiled more warmly at his questions. He seemed to be quite cognizant of his situation, which pointed to a good recovery in her opinion. "I'm sorry, I should have been clear about that. You're hospitalized here at Johnson General Hospital. I imagine it's quite confusing to have woken at a hospital." She walked over to his bedside where the blood pressure cuff stood along with the thermometer. "Now, I'm going to check your temperature. Just hold still for a second." Maria found herself thankful every time she had to take a patient's temperature that Johnson General had updated all of their thermometers to the easy swipe models that read temperature with a swipe across the forehead. His temperature read normal, and a small sigh of relief passed Maria's lips. Another good sign that he would recover nicely.
She returned the thermometer to the stand and took a step back, directing her gaze to meet her patient's hazel eyes. "Now, we didn't find any sort of ID on you when we brought you in. Can you tell me your name?" Maria suspected he really was Firo Martillo, but a patient with severe blood loss could have memory loss as a result. Such a simple question worked well as the opening question to memory retention.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 7:14 am
Firo MartilloA small sigh of relief escaped his lips as Dr. Hendricks informed him of his whereabouts. Johnson General Hospital. That was one good sign, to say the least. Firo was at least still in his own territory, and as soon as he could, he would call some of his men to head into the hospital to stand guard over him while he could recover. Though, when the girl questioned about his name, Firo's body tensed up. His name was known around the city about being infamous for causing all sorts of robberies, and even attempted murders, though the police couldn't even identify him. He knew he had to think fast and think up of a name to get to this doctor before she could figure out who he truly was, " Well... My name's, uh... Francis Green," Firo managed to get the name out before realizing how idiotic the name sounded. It was only a matter of time before he was found out. He needed some of his men here quickly to help cover for him. Firo hoped, and even mentally prayed, that he never once uttered his name between the place where he had gotten ambushed, and now.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 11:02 am
Dr. Maria Hendricks Maria noted the tension in her patient's body at the mention of his name, her lips pursing at his answer. She couldn't tell if the tension came from fear or from difficulty remembering; either way, she chose to suspend her disbelief to focus on bringing him to health. She inclined her head at his introduction, her lips curving up in a faint smile. Francis Green, huh? "Well, I'm glad to have you here, Mr. Green. I prefer that to the alternative. You might feel a little dizzy or nauseated from the anesthesia; that's perfectly normal. Once it wears off all the way, you may begin to feel pain. Just hit the red button on this remote--" Maria moved the remote closer to his hand-- "and a nurse will come check on you. We'll give you painkillers as needed." She referenced the paperwork filled in regards to him, her smile fading into a calm mask.
"Now, if you're feeling better, the police would like to interview you to get a report of the incident. You've been through quite a traumatic injury, and the anesthesia is probably still in your system, so we can have them wait until you're thinking more clearly." Her hands dropped to fold in front of her, the clipboard held snugly against her body. Her brown gaze was gentle as she leaned forward to speak quietly. "They do really want to talk to you, so I don't know how long they'll wait. Your health comes first, though. If you don't feel up to it, I'll make them wait." She straightened, a small smile flashing across her lips before disappearing.
((OOC: I didn't want to decide for you where the wounds are, but it would help Maria as his doctor to know the location of the different wounds. It'll also influence how long she keeps him in the hospital.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 3:41 pm
Firo MartilloOOC: Ah, that's true. Good thinking. I'm thinking maybe the bullet wounds were in his chest, abdomen, and his arms. The chest area was obviously the most critical, with it possibly grazing an artery that led to his heart. Firo listened to the doctor quietly, trying his best to keep calm as she mentioned about the police waiting to speak with him. He let out a smile at her, " Honestly, I... I should feel okay enough to talk to the policemen," he told her, " I might as well answer their questions and get it out of the way before I ask for my brothers, right?" Firo chuckled a bit. He was thankful that none of the police knew what he looked like. He could simply give his statement under his alias and they would be on their way. After all, he was the victim in a Gandor crime. Firo folded his hands over his stomach gently, being careful not to irritate the wound nearby, " Of course, you'll be staying in here to make sure my health is in good condition, right?" he asked curiously. For a doctor, she certainly didn't look like someone who belonged in a lab coat and giving injections to someone. In Firo's mind, Dr. Hendricks looked more like someone who would be squeamish of a lot of blood.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 7:39 pm
Dr. Maria Hendricks Maria nodded her head in acknowledgment. "If you're sure you feel up to it. I don't think it'll take very long." She half-turned towards the door, but turned back to Firo, her curly ponytail swinging to the front of her shoulder. "Are you in any pain? I can give you pain medicine before I get the officer. I'll bring him back and stay while you give your statement."
She didn't know how, but he had been incredibly lucky. Somehow, one of the bullets had managed to pass his ribs to lodge just beside his heart without hitting anything vital. It had been nothing short of a miracle. The second bullet had likely ricocheted off of something, having stopped just beneath his muscle. Some of the muscles had torn, and breathing probably hurt for him, but it wouldn't have taken much for him to not be breathing at all. The third bullet had lodged in the very top of his hip bone. The two other bullets had hit his right arm. One had passed through the bicep, the other grazed a few inches above it.
She smiled reassuringly at Firo, her eyes kind, as her hand absently brushed her ponytail back behind her shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 8:09 pm
Firo Martillo" Ah, yes, some pain medicine would be nice. Something to ease the pain while I give my statement to the police," Firo answered as he watched his doctor turn towards the door. This role was going nicely for him. Playing a helpless shooting victim made it easy for him to distract everyone from his true identity. Taking a deep breath caused Firo to wince slightly as he wrapped an arm around his abdomen gently, " Once the officers leave, is it possible for me to call my brothers? I'm sure they're worried sick, and have no clue about where I am." He knew he needed to get Antonio's fat a*s over to the hospital as soon as possible. Maybe even Silvio, if he can convince the young Italian to even arrive. Firo needed all of the protection he could get without causing too much of a panic within the hospital. Gandor men could still be in Martillo territory, and he could even treat Silvio to letting him go out to hunt down the thugs that had ambushed him the previous night, with the condition of leaving one alive for interrogation, of course. Firo hated this feeling of being helpless while laying in the hospital bed, but it was working to his advantage to create the perfect alias for the police and doctors.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 11:14 pm
Dr. Maria Hendricks Maria's brows lowered sympathetically at Firo's difficulty moving. "Of course you'll be able to call your brothers. I don't want them to worry any more than they have to about you. I'm going to go get your pain medicine and the officer."
She traveled the short distance to the nurse's station to get the pain medicine, glancing around to locate the police officer that had been waiting to speak with Firo. He lounged in a nearby chair, scrolling through his phone. Maria got the pain medicine and a glass of water. "Officer?" The officer glanced up at her. "The patient is ready to give his statement." He rose to his feet, muttering underneath his breath about having to wait forever.
Maria led the officer to Firo's room, crossing to give Firo the pills. "Take these and drink the water. I'll stand to the side while the officer asks what he needs to."
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 7:51 am
Firo Martillo" Ah, thank you," the blonde told the doctor as he accepted the medicine and the cup of water. He quickly gulped it down, along with some of the water before setting the small cup off onto the nearby tray. The officer stood in front of Firo, pulling out a pad and pen as he stared into his hazel eyes. He had dark hair, almost greying in spots, and the man seemed to be getting a few wrinkles here and there. The officer cleared his throat, " My name is Officer Bickman, and I'd like to ask you a few questions. First off, can you give me your name?" he asked, readying his pen to write down Firo's answer. Even though he was standing right in front of him, Firo wasn't afraid of getting caught. The police didn't know what he looked like. He took a deep breath before he answered, " My name's Francis Green," Firo told him. He carefully watched him write down almost his every word before moving onto the next question. " Can you tell me what you remember of last night?" he asked. Firo reached up, stroking his blonde locks with his left hand, " It's all a blur, to be honest.. I was walking home from the convenience store, but a few guys jumped me in the alley," he explained. Firo closed his eyes, almost trying to remember, " I don't remember exactly what they look like, but.. I'm certain they were after money. They probably took everything I had on me." It was the best story Firo could fabricate to anyone. There was no way anyone would question him after that.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 7:57 am
Dr. Maria Hendricks After Firo took the medicine, Maria stepped back to allow the officer the room to speak to the patient. Her face impassive, she listened curiously to his responses. Firo stated the same name he had given her; no surprise there. If he was lying about his name, he wouldn't just change his story. That would be moronic. She leaned forward the tiniest bit, breathing forgotten as her brown eyes locked onto Firo for his answer.
His respond evoked a surprising amount of disappointment from her, and she straightened with a small sigh. Somehow, she had expected something more exciting. Something. . .dangerous. Not walking to the convenience store and getting jumped. Ugh, that's stupid. I'm horrible for even thinking that, she mentally chastised herself. However exciting such a situation might seem to her, it could only be a nightmare for her patient. He was the one that had to heal from the gun shot wounds, not her. She made up her mind to be especially kind and attentive to this patient to make up for her selfish hopes of an exciting scenario. Her gaze, tinged with guilt, turned to the officer, partially to look away from Firo and partially out of curiosity.
OOC: I wasn't sure how you wanted to do NPCs, where just one of us controls the NPC, or if both of us contribute, so I refrained from adding anything to the officer's dialogue for now.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 8:21 am
Firo MartilloOOC: I honestly don't mind if you wanna control the NPCs, too. I think it would be a good idea for both of us to control the NPCs, in case either of us needs something more for our replies. The officer wrote down Firo's response before gazing up at him from the small memo pad he held in his hand, " That would explain why you didn't have any sort of identification on you," he mused, " I did speak with one of the doctors earlier that had brought you in. He said that you said the name Firo Martillo... Can you tell me why you said that name to him?" he questioned. Firo's body tensed up from the man's question. He hadn't remembered uttering his own name between the shooting and now. Then again, everything seemed to have blurred between the shooting and now. Something as reckless as that could cost him his freedom. Firo knew he had to think fast. " To be honest, officer, I don't quite remember what I said, if I said anything, whe I was brought here," Firo admitted, running his fingers through his blonde locks, " Though, I think I said that name because.. I have a feeling that it was Firo Martillo and his men who jumped me last night. I was so scared for my life, I only assumed it was him." Perfect. Another cover story to save his own a*s. Firo glanced over towards the doctor that stood by the door, watching the officer interview him. She seemed to be quietly listening intently on every word he said. Was his story really that fascinating?
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