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What? The nurse makes her rounds
When? Early Sunday AM
Where? Jack's room, Neurosurgical Unit
Quinn's shift had just started, which explained why she was in a relatively good mood, still cheerful and alert instead of living on a cup of coffee by the end of the day. Being on day shifts this rotation was a blessing, and one she was very grateful for. It was incredible how twelve hours on in the daytime felt like nothing by comparison to twelve hours on over the nighttime hours, but it was the truth.
Glancing over the chart for her next patient, Quinn realized it was someone she hadn't met before. Most of the patients in her unit had been here on her last shift, before she took some leave to go on vacation with her mom and sister for a girls-only trip, but this was a new name, and apparently, a very puzzling case for the doctors. Relatively young guy, not yet in his thirties. Paperwork signed by both Dr. Pearson and Dr. Anderson... So he'd been seen in the ER, and then had surgery. Quinn's mind slotted all of his information in as she acquainted herself with his file, just as she did with any patient she worked with. It was important to know what was going on before she went into a room. Like her best friend, Kurt, Quinn knew her shit as a nurse, and she refused to be unprepared.
File in hand, she made her way down the corridor to the room of the patient, knocking lightly against the already open door before she went in. "Mr. Frazer?" she said softly as she started to round the corner. The patient was lying in his hospital bed and looking like hell. Not that Quinn ever judged on that. Looking like hell after neurosurgery was pretty damn common, and she probably would've been slightly concerned if he didn't. Cauterization of a cerebral hemorrhage was no laughing matter, and certainly not a simple outpatient deal, and then there was still the fact that no one knew what had caused this guy's tumble in the first place. "My name is Quinn Fabray... I'm your nurse today."
live4today and woman_or_a_girlWhat? The nurse makes her rounds
When? Early Sunday AM
Where? Jack's room, Neurosurgical Unit
Quinn's shift had just started, which explained why she was in a relatively good mood, still cheerful and alert instead of living on a cup of coffee by the end of the day. Being on day shifts this rotation was a blessing, and one she was very grateful for. It was incredible how twelve hours on in the daytime felt like nothing by comparison to twelve hours on over the nighttime hours, but it was the truth.
Glancing over the chart for her next patient, Quinn realized it was someone she hadn't met before. Most of the patients in her unit had been here on her last shift, before she took some leave to go on vacation with her mom and sister for a girls-only trip, but this was a new name, and apparently, a very puzzling case for the doctors. Relatively young guy, not yet in his thirties. Paperwork signed by both Dr. Pearson and Dr. Anderson... So he'd been seen in the ER, and then had surgery. Quinn's mind slotted all of his information in as she acquainted herself with his file, just as she did with any patient she worked with. It was important to know what was going on before she went into a room. Like her best friend, Kurt, Quinn knew her shit as a nurse, and she refused to be unprepared.
File in hand, she made her way down the corridor to the room of the patient, knocking lightly against the already open door before she went in. "Mr. Frazer?" she said softly as she started to round the corner. The patient was lying in his hospital bed and looking like hell. Not that Quinn ever judged on that. Looking like hell after neurosurgery was pretty damn common, and she probably would've been slightly concerned if he didn't. Cauterization of a cerebral hemorrhage was no laughing matter, and certainly not a simple outpatient deal, and then there was still the fact that no one knew what had caused this guy's tumble in the first place. "My name is Quinn Fabray... I'm your nurse today."
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