Bedside manners – GS

 

 

Scene setting – New York Presbyterian Hospital

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co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  After a short but intense ride to the hospital, Elissa would find herself ushered into the ER, despite her failed attempts to silently explain that she was probably not really emergency material at this point. Oh, she needed attention, but she thought that there were others that would need help more than her. Of course, she underestimated her blood loss a little and would find herself ushered in regardless of it all. And so she had to endure the embarrassment of being sent in on a stretcher despite being perfectly good enough to walk.

Surprisingly, she’d have a surgeon on her pretty quick, and within twenty minutes the operation would be underway while she laid there helpless under a local anesthetic. Someone had suggested they just put her out completely, but she assured them in writing that she was perfectly fine with just laying still while she lacked feeling in that part of her body. Within an hour the operation was done, though the doctors made sure to get her a blood pack; she didn’t realize it, but she looked pretty darn pale. Still, everything went smoothly, no extra shards and no lead poisoning that they could figure out, and while the wound was deep, it missed anything serious, so instead she was stuck with a number of rather deep stitches.

And then… she was left alone in the room in a hospital gown hooked up to an IV, waiting for and dreading the moment that the anesthetics wore off. Sighing and closing her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling and, in the isolation of the room, she couldn’t help but long for the old days. The days of being able to work with her best friends, the days of laying in her husband’s arms after a rough mission, the days when she was actually worth something rather than just one more private detective trying to eek out a living on other people’s money. For the briefest of moments she almost wished that the round had scooted itself central and down a touch… to just put an end to it all. However, she immediately banished that thought. Jamie wouldn’t have wanted her to think that way. He would want her to at least attempt to be happy… or if nothing else to keep fighting. So… guess she had to figure out a way to convince the doctors to let her out early.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The boys had arrived at the hospital about 30 minutes after Elissa would have. Having found a park for Tommy’s car, Frank and Tommy headed into the ER where they approached the main reception nurses desk. Tommy was first to get the nurses attention. “Excuse me, we are looking for von Pourtales. She should have been brought in about half an hour ago.” The nurse tapped a few keys on her keyboard, staring at the screen with horn rimmed glasses. She soon found Elissa’s entry to the ER and then was able to inform the boys of where she would end up being. “Are you her family?” Tommy and Frank stared at one another, like they were trying to decide if they should tell the truth or not. Frank, was quick to answer. “Ah yes. Got here as soon as we could.” The nurse raised an eyebrow at the shaby looking detective, while Tommy took a different tack. He stared at the nurse’s badge and then leaned on the counter.

“Nurse Cassey, is it? I could have sworn you were on the cover of last month’s edition of Cosmopolitan. Don’t tell me, you’re a part time model.” Tommy gave the nurse a wink and although the nurse was a bit wary of Tommy’s advances, she had to admit it was flattering to be mistaken for a top end model. “Hehehe, no. I’m not a model.” She was giggling like a girl in high school, and Frank coughed loudly while Tommy made eyes at the nurse. “Elissa von Pourtales?”Breaking away from Tommy’s gaze, the nurse then wrote down on a notepad which floor Elissa would be on and who her doctor was. Apparently she was going in for day surgery due to her wound and the loss of blood she sustained. Feeling guilty as sin, Frank tugged on Tommy’s sleeve. “Come on, Casanova.” Tommy blew a kiss to the nurse, who snatched it out of the air, much to the delight of her fellow nurses.

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Going up to the visitors waiting room near recovery, Frank took a seat, while Tommy went to get some vendor coffee. Neither had had any sleep, and were running on adrenalin. Frank fidgeted, picking up an old issue of House and Garden before flicking through it lazily only to be interrupted by Tommy who was coming back with a coffee for him. “Here.” Frank took the offered cup and stared at the black liquid that was being passed off as coffee. “God….I’m almost scared to drink it.” Tommy was a bit put out, but then ever witty came back with. “Well, if it makes you sick…we are in the right place.”He showed a cheesy grin to which Frank simply went ‘Ha…ha.” When Frank took a sip, it was as bad as it looked.

Another hour passed and with it many people. Patients, family, friends, nurses, orderly’s. No sign of a Doctor to speak to them about Elissa. Finally, a surgeon came out of one of the operating theaters and then approached the two men. “Are either of you here for Elissa von Pourtales?’ Frank jumped up and tossed his coffee cup in the trash. “Yes, Doctor. How is she?” The look of worry was now etched deep into his face. He could pass as family easily. The Doctor nodded slowly.“She lost a lot of blood, but the wound was clean. She is resting now. You are welcome to go in and see her.”

A wave of relief hit both Tommy and Frank, now that they heard she was going to be okay. Thanking the Surgeon, Tommy and Frank headed down to her room, where she was laying quietly and staring up at the ceiling. Lost in thought..or maybe it was the drugs.

Tommy came up one side of her, while Frank was on the other. “Hey pretty lady.” Tommy said, leaning over to kiss her forehead. Frank wanted to smack him one. “Dude….you just finished chatting up the nurse. Keep it in your pants.” It was then the two men starting arguing over Elissa, as she would be stuck in the middle of them.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa was largely oblivious to the doctor talking outside, though it was probably just because she was about to pass out just from exhaustion and blood loss. She was pretty lucid though, at least the drugs were pretty mild stuff relatively speaking. There was no desire to have anything like whatever it was they used on her when that damn dog tore out her voice.

However, when the guys came in, she pretty quickly looked down to them, and immediately a feeble smile appeared on her face and she adjusted herself to sit up a little. She had no words to describe how happy she was to see them… and so quickly too. They must’ve come straight here after the crime scene… it… was actually kind of humbling. Tommy’s little compliment got a smile out of her, and probably should’ve made her blush, but for obvious reasons it was pretty mild… though her eyes actually went wide with surprise when he kissed her. Where in the world did that come from? Before she could even get her brain far enough into gear to respond, Frank started ribbing the guy for chatting up a nurse, and she’d roll her eyes playfully, amused that the two were already arguing again.

Those two were such children. Chuckling/coughing quietly, she slowly lifted her hand and gestured for both of them to come closer. Assuming they did so, she’d promptly plant a friendly kiss on both their cheeks. After that she smiled softly to them both cracking her neck and bringing her hands up slowly to sign a slow, ~Thank you,~ mouthing the word so that Frank could probably get the idea of what she was trying to say. Letting out a sigh, she rubbed her wounded shoulder and closed her eyes, though very obviously still aware. It felt so amazing to have people who cared about her again… hopefully this wouldn’t be a recurring situation, but the feelings brought by their interest were very welcome.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was like a school yard tussle over the popular girl, though the girl in question was in a hospital bed and probably thinking that these two grown men were acting like eight year olds. Frank didn’t think that Tommy should be kissing Elissa since he already had a girl. Least, that is what most people thought. Tamika was more…the friend with benefits type of relationship, though Tamika would like it to be more than that. The real reason that Tommy did kiss Elissa was due to the fact he was so worried, and the relief of seeing her in recovery brought about the romantic side in him, much to Frank’s annoyance. Just as Frank was about to reach across and grab Tommy’s collar, Elissa motioned with her hand for both men to come closer. Stopping their fight they both did as asked, leaning in expectantly – only to be kissed gently each on the cheek. This had them both blush and pull back to watch her sign ~Thank you~. Frank rubbed the spot she kissed, while Tommy chuckled and said. “Now I am not going to be able to wash this side of my face.” Frank hit back immediately. “Good, we can change your name to Stinky.”

The fight now forgotten, Frank pulled up a chair while Tommy poured Elissa a glass of water from the pitcher on the side table near her bed. He set it on one of those hospital food tables and moved it close for Elissa to be able to reach. “So when do you think they will release you, Elissa?” Tommy asked, hoping to hear that it would be soon.

Frank on the other hand was still a bit down about having to hand in his gun to Isa. Sure, she promised to make sure it was proven that he was not the shooter, but it still made him feel bad. “That Commander is such a dick. Evidence was right there….right there. Now we got some gunman on the loose, while the police department are all sitting back probably jerking off to those porn pictures from Joey’s dark room.”

 

~RB~

 

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