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tasteslikepnk.livejournal.comThe little old man that's in love with you stopped by today, told him you were on vacation.
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Sep. 1st, 2011 12:15 pmtasteslikepnk.livejournal.com
[Text to Tina]
May. 31st, 2011 11:48 amtempleofanna.livejournal.comRemember that date I was going on?
No.
No.
morbidbubbles.livejournal.comWho? Tina Cohen-Chang (Nurse) and Artie Abrams (Patient)
When? Early morning, Saturday
Where? HDU
What? First impressions
Rating: PG
Another day, another shift. Tina was a little cranky, though she knew it wasn't right of her to feel so. The High Dependency Unit was short-staffed and she'd been temporarily loaned from Rehab to help them out. She knew it was the right thing to do, and that she was still helping people, but she missed the familiarity of her usual patients and chatting with them about their progress. Still, she had a job to do. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and pulled it back into a ponytail, the blue and purple streaks at the ends of her hair barely visible. She had to look professional, after all.
It was still early in the shift as she made her way to the patient's room. She hummed an old Beatles song to herself softly as she approached, peering in first to see if he was awake.
When? Early morning, Saturday
Where? HDU
What? First impressions
Rating: PG
Another day, another shift. Tina was a little cranky, though she knew it wasn't right of her to feel so. The High Dependency Unit was short-staffed and she'd been temporarily loaned from Rehab to help them out. She knew it was the right thing to do, and that she was still helping people, but she missed the familiarity of her usual patients and chatting with them about their progress. Still, she had a job to do. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and pulled it back into a ponytail, the blue and purple streaks at the ends of her hair barely visible. She had to look professional, after all.
It was still early in the shift as she made her way to the patient's room. She hummed an old Beatles song to herself softly as she approached, peering in first to see if he was awake.
“A hospital is no place to be sick.”
May. 23rd, 2011 11:18 pmjustbeingaqueen.livejournal.comWho: justbeingaqueen and morbidbubbles
What: Professional versus Personal
Where: High Dependency Unit
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Innocent
It seemed that although Kurt had been cleared of just about everything, hospital infection control policy stated that he had to be off duty with clear pathology results for a period of seven days before he could go back to work. This meant that he didn't have the luxury of using work as an excuse to keep his distance from Blaine, and because he didn't have the excuse, his guilt conscience meant he just couldn't stay away. He wanted to be there when Blaine woke up just to see that he was okay, and to personally confess the stupid move he had made with Blaine's father.
As a result, it turned out he ended up staying the night in the uncomfortable chair that was supposed to serve as a place visitor's could sleep as they waited, but really absolutely sucked on the comfort factor. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. Hell, he hadn't meant to stay the night, but as he woke, rubbing at his stiff neck from sleeping weird in the chair, he saw that Blaine remained the same. Unconscious, unmoving. Kurt puffed out his cheeks with a breath and then let it out in a rough sigh, letting his shoulders slump. He needed to go home and shower and change, but he just couldn't bring himself to yet. It wouldn't hurt to wait just a little longer, would it...? He just needed coffee.
He shook some coins out of his wallet into his hand and then stiffly pulled himself up out of the chair to shuffle out into the hall to the coffee machine. He hated machine coffee, but it would have to do. He rested his forehead against the side of the machine as he slotted the coins in and hit the latte button, waiting as it buzzed and with painful slowness, started to trickle his coffee into the cardboard cup. So fucking ironic that just a week ago, life had been peachy and without issue. Now this. The turn of events really was making his head spin.
justbeingaqueen and morbidbubblesWhat: Professional versus Personal
Where: High Dependency Unit
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Innocent
It seemed that although Kurt had been cleared of just about everything, hospital infection control policy stated that he had to be off duty with clear pathology results for a period of seven days before he could go back to work. This meant that he didn't have the luxury of using work as an excuse to keep his distance from Blaine, and because he didn't have the excuse, his guilt conscience meant he just couldn't stay away. He wanted to be there when Blaine woke up just to see that he was okay, and to personally confess the stupid move he had made with Blaine's father.
As a result, it turned out he ended up staying the night in the uncomfortable chair that was supposed to serve as a place visitor's could sleep as they waited, but really absolutely sucked on the comfort factor. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. Hell, he hadn't meant to stay the night, but as he woke, rubbing at his stiff neck from sleeping weird in the chair, he saw that Blaine remained the same. Unconscious, unmoving. Kurt puffed out his cheeks with a breath and then let it out in a rough sigh, letting his shoulders slump. He needed to go home and shower and change, but he just couldn't bring himself to yet. It wouldn't hurt to wait just a little longer, would it...? He just needed coffee.
He shook some coins out of his wallet into his hand and then stiffly pulled himself up out of the chair to shuffle out into the hall to the coffee machine. He hated machine coffee, but it would have to do. He rested his forehead against the side of the machine as he slotted the coins in and hit the latte button, waiting as it buzzed and with painful slowness, started to trickle his coffee into the cardboard cup. So fucking ironic that just a week ago, life had been peachy and without issue. Now this. The turn of events really was making his head spin.
[Text Message] to Anna Temple
May. 22nd, 2011 02:23 pmmorbidbubbles.livejournal.comOmg did I hear the latest story from the Nurse Rumor Mill right? You're going on a date with Finn?
jewhawk.livejournal.comWho? Paramedic Puck and Nurse Tina
When? Friday evening, a little after 7 pm
Where? Emergency Medical Services office
What? Puckerman hates paperwork.
Rating: Safe for now...
Puck had been looking at this paperwork for so long his vision was blurring. Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms, pen still between his index and middle finger, he groaned. He was almost finished with the paperwork itself, but then there was entering the data into the computer, and a bright computer screen was just not what he needed to help with his tired eyes.
What medications had he administered? How much? How long had the response taken? When had they arrived at the hospital? Too many fucking questions, and his brain was exhausted. "Goddammit!" he swore, chucking his pen down on the table and leaning back in the desk chair, covering his eyes with his hands.
When? Friday evening, a little after 7 pm
Where? Emergency Medical Services office
What? Puckerman hates paperwork.
Rating: Safe for now...
Puck had been looking at this paperwork for so long his vision was blurring. Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms, pen still between his index and middle finger, he groaned. He was almost finished with the paperwork itself, but then there was entering the data into the computer, and a bright computer screen was just not what he needed to help with his tired eyes.
What medications had he administered? How much? How long had the response taken? When had they arrived at the hospital? Too many fucking questions, and his brain was exhausted. "Goddammit!" he swore, chucking his pen down on the table and leaning back in the desk chair, covering his eyes with his hands.
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May. 15th, 2011 11:01 pmmorbidbubbles.livejournal.comSeconded to another ward. Doing my nurse-ly duty of being tossed around like a rag doll between departments. Whee.
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May. 15th, 2011 11:00 amjustbeingaqueen.livejournal.comThank you SO much to all my wonderful, loving, and supportive "friends" for offering to water my plants or asking where I was.
You're all just so fucking fabulous.
You're all just so fucking fabulous.
[FACEBOOK] Locked from templeofanna
May. 14th, 2011 12:40 pmbad2theboner.livejournal.comAnna needs a date. Any takers?
EDIT: Any takers but Puck.
EDIT: Any takers but Puck.
GLEES ANATOMY // When GLEE goes M.D.
May. 6th, 2011 01:16 am
Tags:
- [character] andrew pearson,
- [character] blaine anderson,
- [character] finn hudson,
- [character] jackson fraser,
- [character] jesse st james,
- [character] kurt hummel,
- [character] mike chang,
- [character] nick matheson,
- [character] noah puckerman,
- [character] quinn fabray,
- [character] rachel berry,
- [character] tina cohen-chang,
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- [ship] kurt/blaine,
- [where] ambulance bays,
- [where] cafeteria,
- [where] clinic,
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- [where] er staff room,
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- [where] kurt's office,
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- [where] maternity ward,
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- [where] neurosurgical unit,
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