Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward
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				Title: <strong>Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:15:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital<br>B Ward </span></strong></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/cabinetpapers/images/cabinetpapers/nhs-politics.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/coolidge/Coolidgebeds.jpg?t=1296052513)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>The Fat Man's office is across the corridor, and the nursing station is a few yards to the right of B Ward entrance.<br><br>Beds and occupants:<br>1. empty&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;7. Mrs. Hilda Staudemeyer<br>2. Mr. Bill Burpleson&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 8. empty<br>3. empty&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;9. Mrs. Vanessa Golding<br>4. &lt;insert gomer&gt;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 10. Miss Jane Doe <br>5. &lt;insert gomer&gt;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 11. Miss Bambi Martin<br>6. Mr. Dan Ryan&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;12. Miss Charlotte Angels
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:34:34</strong>
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				<strong>Julie Markum, M.D. </strong><br><hr><br>Julie&nbsp; had arrived in plenty of time to acquaint herself with the staff locker room and the places she would frequent.&nbsp; She adjusted her white coat, a nice marker of her status as intern, and walked calmly to B Ward.&nbsp; She was ready to meet her fellow interns, even though she was a bit nervous.&nbsp; She hated that first meeting where she was looked at with incredulity and skepticism--the rolled eyes and murmurs of&nbsp; "we'll have to pull extra duty" and "you think she can cut it?"<br><br>She looked around for the old fart that had conducted her final interview and saw him.&nbsp; She walked toward him with the confidence she knew she would have to show. <br><br>"Dr. Goldwasser," she said, smiling,"Good morning."&nbsp; She knew the drill well enough.&nbsp; Gather around the old man like a bunch of sycophants and suck up while he spelled out the game plan.&nbsp; He was full of himself,&nbsp; that much was clear, but in a good way.&nbsp; A likeable way.&nbsp; The kind of person who knew what they were doing even if they acted like they had just woken up or gotten off the slow-boat from China.&nbsp; At least, she hoped he was more capable than he looked.&nbsp; He had to be, otherwise he wouldn't have the job here.&nbsp; Would he?<br><br>She looked around for other obvious interns hoping that she wouldn't be left alone with the good doctor for long. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 06:14:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Monday August 20th 1973, around 8.30 a.m. </span><br><em><br>In the news this week: Three days ago, NBC broadcast the last of the live Watergate hearings, and President Nixon is squirming uncomfortably in the seat of power. </em><br><br><strong>THE FAT MAN</strong><br><br>Dr. Simon Goldwasser, The Fat Man, all 279 pounds of him, made his way up to B Ward from the cafeteria while munching his third breakfast bagel and sipping a cup of coffee. He passed the nursing station just before the ward's entrance, where he said a quick hello with a peck on the cheek to head nurse Fairchild. <strong>"Morning, Maggie, have fun with your own new kids!"</strong> Calling Margaret Fairchild "Maggie" would probably have had the same effect on her as if an intern had called Goldwasser "Fatty" to his face, had the good doctor been anyone else. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQOjAb3vmvnM2gjJAYOpEzDyMxahuC22OerRKgXR2n1f1FiSFeM&amp;t=1)<br><em><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">The Fat Man reassures a patient's family</span></em></div><br><br><br>The Fat Man sat down in his office, marked<em> S. M. Goldwasser M.D., Resident Physician</em>, across the corridor from the door to B Ward. Rather than ruin the surprise of what today held in store, he calmly finished his coffee and paged through a sports magazine while waiting for his shift of 'terns to show up. It was relaxing not to have to deal with his patients just yet. <br><br>After less than five minutes, at 8.24 a.m. to be precise, the first arrival of his new platoon stood in front of his open office door. In <em>her</em> brand new doctor's outfit. Oh well, at least she was on time, and had seemed eager and talented enough when they'd met before. He got up and brushed a few crumbs off his tie.<br><br><strong>"Doctor Markum, good morning! Sounds good to be called that, doesn't it? If you're looking forward to your first day, well, enjoy the fun bit while you can. Welcome to Coolidge Memorial. If you want a cup of coffee or something, just grab hold of a nurse. They're used to it."</strong> Oh, how they were.&nbsp; <strong>"And if anyone grabs <em>you</em> and asks for a coffee, well, you look like a lady who knows how to handle that."</strong> He gave her a firm handshake with his meaty paw; somehow, it didn't feel right to kiss the hand of a lady with a stethoscope in her pocket.<br><br>Lighting a small cigar, he walked to the door of the office and looked towards the elevators and nursing station to watch out for new arrivals. <strong>"I'm just waiting on the rest of the new interns like yourself before I start us off on our morning rounds. There's so much to explain, and only so many times I feel like explaining everything, after all. And not all of your colleagues had such exemplary grades, so maybe you'll find them a little slow. I managed to get you a teammate with ovaries though!"</strong> he chuckled. <strong>"Show some brains and <em>chutzpah</em>, and the boys will struggle to keep up with you as they ogle the nurses."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 07:07:45</strong>
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				<strong>Julie Markum, M.D. </strong><br><hr><br>Julie casually waved away the cigar smoke and pointed to it, "I'm rather surprised to see you smoking, Doctor.&nbsp; Research is showing it's not so good for your lungs as we originally thought."&nbsp; She took the offered paw and shook it with firm conviction.&nbsp; She sincerely hoped no one would make the mistake of thinking she was merely a nurse.&nbsp; &nbsp;That would rankle more than just a little bit.<br><br>She followed his gaze down the hallway. "I'm not entirely surprised that Coolidge has managed to choose two female interns. I had read that you take a new look at things here.&nbsp; One of the reasons I chose to apply.&nbsp; You don't appear entirely stuck in the old ways of doing things."<br><br>She smiled at the comment about the nurses.&nbsp; At least with plenty of nurses around, she wouldn't have to be fending off the interns left and right like she had being one female in a group of thirty.&nbsp; She'd managed to make it clear to her classmates that she wasn't interested rather quickly though.&nbsp; She would probably manage doing the same here.<br><br>"I'm sure, Doctor," she said.&nbsp; "They seemed like a lovely bunch of ladies."
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 07:24:29</strong>
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				<strong>DR. JACKSON ROGERS<br></strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/dc/1968_Chevelle_SS396.jpg)</div>Jackson headed for his first day at work through morning rush hour in his '69 Chevrolet Chevelle. He'd bought the muscle car almost as good as new the previous week. <em>"Sex machine-ah,"</em> he warbled along with James Brown on the radio, bobbing his head. By 8:25 he'd parked and changed, and stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor of Coolidge Memorial for his shift on B Ward.<br><br>The door to Dr. Goldwasser's office was wide open, but he politely rapped on it anyway as he stepped inside. The Fat Man was quietly explaining to a woman about his age in a real life doctor's coat that yes, he was aware of the health risks of the little cigar in his hand, but also of those of his grandmother's legendary blintzes. Both were worth living a little dangerously, he reasoned.<br><br><strong>"Ah, Doctor Rogers, good morning!"</strong> the Fat Man greeted him. <strong>"Meet <em>Doctor</em> Julie Markum, your first teammate to arrive. Doctor Markum, this is Jackson Rogers. As the 'doctor' bit soon gets boring, just call each other by your surnames when you're not in front of the patients." </strong> Jackson checked out Julie with an amused grin, and offered her a handshake. <br><br><strong>"Nice to meet you, Markum, I'm looking forward to working with you. Looks as well as brains, I see!"</strong> He sat down in one of the chairs opposite the Fat Man's desk and pulled a small notepad from his pocket, if only to look motivated and eager to learn. His face betrayed the effort with which he tried to think of a clever-sounding question to ask.<br><br><strong>"Easy now, Rogers, save your questions for when the others arrive and we start our rounds. I'm sure everyone will want to hear the answer,"</strong> the Fat Man stopped him with a smile and a raised hand. He blew out a puff of smoke, flicked off some ash into a clean glass ashtray, and pushed it forward in case Jackson wished to use it. A subtle glance at his watch told him it was 8:29. <br><br><strong>"Well then, to pass the time while we wait for the others, I have a question for you 'terns. Can you come up with a short, memorable and trustworthy doctor's name?"</strong> he asked his two new understudies, leaning forward with a conspiratorial smirk.<br><br><strong>"Uhm... how about Dr. Jung? Dr. Foreman?"</strong> Jackson ventured, looking slightly puzzled. Doctors Zhivago sprang to mind, but he hadn't seen the movie and didn't want to sound dumb. And Doctor Strangelove didn't sound like the kind of guy you'd want to ask you to undress.
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				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 07:31:07</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D.</strong><br><br>Bobby was hoovering like a gnat in the surgery ward, had been for three days straight, ever since he picked up his embroidered white coats.&nbsp; Mostly, he stuck by the operating room doors, giving good face and the random hand shake here and there, hoping find his way into what he perceived to be the in crowd, his future.&nbsp; Stretching his arm out, a double take is given to his watch, which read 8:30am.&nbsp; "Damn," taking off down the hallway, Bobby opts for the stairs, flying down them three at a time until he busted through the doors onto the correct floor.&nbsp; <br><br>Releasing a chest full of hot air, Bobby glances side to side, fingers darting through his hair and brushing down his tie and coat, putting himself back together.&nbsp; The nurses station wasn't far away, he could see they were having a little meeting of their own.&nbsp; As he passed by, he eyed the eldest and gave a curt nod, praying they caught sight of his Harvard cuff links.&nbsp; One can never be too proud.<br><br>Rounding the corner, he sees Dr. Goldwasser's door ajar and steps inside, hardly noticing the other two people in the room.&nbsp; "Dr. Goldwasser, it is such a pleasure to finally meet you.&nbsp; Thank you for this great opportunity, I couldn't feel more fortunate,"&nbsp; Bobby's hand grabbed the fat man's and gave a hard shake, a man shake.&nbsp; The smile plastered on his face waived however, when he noticed a woman there and in a..white coat.&nbsp; Bobby literally moved closer to her, his jaw slack and brows wrinkled in confusion as his face inched forward to read and re-read "M.D." after her name.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, well," sticking forward his hand, somewhat hesitantly, he offers something akin to a smile, "Bobby Boss, nice to meet you."&nbsp; The same is offered to Jackson, this time, the smile more genuine.&nbsp; Clearly he was a go-getter doing his own introductions, he had gotten good at it given his brown nosing upstairs.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 17:08:55</strong>
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				<strong>Julie Markum, M.D. </strong><br><hr>Julie smiled at Rogers' pleasant way of greeting her.&nbsp; He seemed to easily acknowledge that just for her to be there in a white coat was a mark of her accomplishment.&nbsp; He probably had as much trouble as she did gaining acceptance.&nbsp; A black doctor was about as rare as a female doctor.&nbsp; All they needed was a woman of color and they'd have a great little trio of minorities on the ward.<br><br>"I'm looking forward to working with you as well," she said, her smile warm and genuine.&nbsp; It seemed like he would be easy to get along with.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Oh, well,"</em> Julie repeated in her head.&nbsp; Her right eyebrow arched high as she accepted Boss's hand for shaking,&nbsp; <em>Great, with a last name like that he's going to sprout an even larger ego with us all calling him Boss.</em><br><br>As she took his hand, it was impossible to not notice the shiny little Harvard cuff links. That would explain a lot about his demeanor.&nbsp; It wasn't hard to see that even a black male ranked higher on the acceptable level than white female.&nbsp; She'd not only have to prove herself capable, but more than capable.&nbsp; The question was, why was Boss here and not at Harvard's own partner hospitals, Deaconess or Mass General?&nbsp; &nbsp;She immediately pictured some little scandal that had won the young Doctor Boss the boot from his Alma Mater.&nbsp; <br><br>She ignored Dr. Wasserman's question about short doctor's names, not entirely sure if he was trying to make a joke or if he was serious.&nbsp; She had learned that joking around was not something she did well.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, she was downright bad at it and had learned to not even try.&nbsp; Instead she had taken to sitting back and waiting to see how a conversation turned before joining in fully.&nbsp; This had served her well when contemplating answers to complicated questions...others would raise their hands and jump in, often with wrong or ill-formulated opinions, while she took her time to think through her own.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 20:03:58</strong>
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				<strong>Jordina Montero</strong><br><br>Frantically and hysterical the young latin woman manouvred her light blue 1963 Opel Kadett through the traffic and when she finally made it to the car park, parked it in two spots and ran for the hospital door. The last thing she wanted was to be late on her first day. As she entered the caroussel door, she realized she forgot her bag in the car and made a full circle in the door, ran back to her car and back through the door again. She had been in the hospital before but in all her stress she managed to get lost before even entering the elevator. <br><br>"Sir! I need to get to Dr. Goldwasser's office!"<br><br>The man she had nearly assaulted for directions looked at her with a mixture of disgust and disbelief but gave her directions which were helpful up to the elevator. She took a wrong turn again and after having asked for help again, finally saw the office door. Jordina was just about to step in when she realized she wasn't changed yet and flew down the corridors to get changed into her white doctor's coat and put her posessions away, the keys of her precious car and her one dollar lipstick. <br><br>Before storming the office she organized her coat, hair and all the rest on her body and then stepped into the office, relieved to see she was not the only one and by looking at the time, a minute or two early.<br><br>"Good morning," she greeted the room with a friendly voice and a smile. She scanned the people in the room and immediately felt in place. A black male and a woman, obviously also doctors on interns judging by their white coats. Quite unusual but she had no problems locating Dr. Goldwasser. She walked up to him, bend down over his chair and kissed him on the cheek on both sides.<br><br>"My name is Jordina Montero," she said as she came back up and nodded to the others.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 20:22:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2sistersblog.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/John-Krasinski_l.jpg)</div><strong>Clifford "Cliff" Harris</strong><hr><br>The trains where not running late, Clifford was. He knew he had to be at work at a certain time but he had over slept but not enough, his groggy state of mind managed to get him into a shower then down out of his small shitty apartment to the subway. Getting off at the nearest station to the hospital he walked the rest of the way, a cup of over sweetened coffee in his hand, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He had never rushed to a test, a class, a date or even his own cousin's funeral, like hell he was going to be panicking to get to his first day of work. <br><br>Once in the hospital he took a quick detour into the locker rooms, stripping out of the clothes he had tossed on to get to work and stepped into a pair of freshly purchased black scrubs. It was a cheaper alternative then doing laundry, the coarse material was easy to buy even on a poor man's budget. Draping the white coat over his shoulder, he casually asked for directions until he found the gathering group of white coats, slipping into the group without much of a word. The chances of them knowing he was late where high, but maybe they would not call him out. He nodded at the others coming in, acting as if he was not the one running incredibly late.<br><strong>"Morning folks, nice of you guys to join us." </strong><br>He greeted them as a guilty and cheesy smile spread across his lips. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:34:59</strong>
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				<strong>THE FAT MAN</strong><br><br><strong>"Dr. Gonzo? Nah, sounds too much like a doctor of journalism. Thank you for your suggestions though, Rogers."</strong> The Fat Man was just explaining to Jackson and Julie that he'd invented a revolutionary medical device that would make millions, and that he was just thinking of how to market it. It was all a question of releasing it in the right way, at the right moment, and all of Hollywood would be lining up to buy one, then the rest of the world. He remained secretive about what the hell his invention was.<br><br><strong>"Doctor Boss! Just in time I see. You know, maybe I'll name my invention after you!"</strong> he greeted the tall WASP who'd just walked in, and was no doubt wondering what janitor and a nurse were doing with M.D.s. The guy obviously had potential, hence the Harvard cufflinks, but full of himself, a <em>macher</em>, The Fat Man thought. Hence the Harvard cufflinks.<br><br><strong>"Welcome to Coolidge Memorial, <em>DOCTOR</em> Boss. I was just saying to your new colleagues here that I prefer to keep things informal, but professional in my team,"</strong> The Fat Man smiled as he shook his hand. <strong>"So, normally we call each other by our last names only, except in front of the patients. The trouble with you is, I'm won't allow people to call you Boss on your first day. Or in your first year. Rogers, Markum, meet... Bob! I'd offer you a seat, Bob, but we're all out. Don't worry, I won't keep you standing around for long. We're just waiting for the rest of the team to arrive before we meet our patients."</strong><br><br>The blonde Latina Dr. Montero, who was clearly going to have an even harder time than the cool and collected Dr. Markum, hurried into the office, and before The Fat Man could chivalrously kiss her hand or shake it she was up in his face and smooching his cheeks. Very hearty and sweet of her, only slightly inappropriate, and given the charms of her body, only decades of professional experience stopped The Fat Man from affectionately squeezing her ass. <strong>"Just in time, <em>DOCTOR</em> Montero,"</strong> he stressed. He was enunciating professional titles a lot this morning, and the sooner he could drop them completely the better, in his opinion. <strong>"Montero, meet Rogers, Markum, and Dr. Bob. We're just waiting for two more stragglers before I start making real doctors out of the lot of you."</strong><br><br>The time was now 8.36, and The Fat Man was stubbing out his cigarillo as he impatiently glanced at his watch. Just at that moment, a lame attempt at a wisecrack announced the first of the latecomers. <strong>"Ahh, Doctor Clifford Harris! Glad you could make it. Your misplaced <em>chutzpah</em> reminds me of my colleague and good friend, and your direct superior, Dr. David Harris. Any relation? We'll just have to call you Cliff instead. Meet Dr. Bob here, Montero, Markum and Rogers."</strong><br><br>He got up, walked past his desk and shook Cliff by the hand, shaking his head with a chuckle. <strong>"A relaxed attitude keeps you alive on this place, people,"</strong> he advised them, <strong>"but Cliff, stop setting the good example for now. We need to get started instead of sitting around here kibbitzing. Let's meet some patients."</strong><br><br>Without any further ceremony, he wrote a note and shoved it under the nameplate on his door. <strong>"Dr. Goldwasser is doing his rounds. Report to him immediately, Adams and Mox. You have ten minutes, as of 8.46."</strong> Beckoning to the group assembled in his office, he walked across the hall and into B Ward itself. Stopping at the end of an old lady's bed, marked Mrs. H. Staudemeyer, he took her charts, held them under his arm and looked expectantly at his team.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.atlanticrock.com/images/Elba.jpg)</div><strong>"Good morning, Mrs. Staudemeyer. How are you feeling today?"</strong> he asked.<br><br><strong>"Go avay! No dishwashing on Sunday!"</strong> was the informative reply.<br><br>The Fat Man nodded and smiled. <strong>"Glad to hear it Mrs. Staudemeyer. Dr. Markum, without looking at the patient's charts, can you tell me what you think is wrong, and how we should treat it best?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:53:27</strong>
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				Julie Markum, M.D.&nbsp; In B-ward <br><hr>As the sexed up Latino woman entered, it was Julie's turn to be surprised.&nbsp; After all, the woman just waltzed up and kissed...KISSED!&nbsp; Dr. Goldwasser.&nbsp; What a strange and remarkable thing to do.&nbsp; Julie blinked several times as if to clear her vision of the spectacle. <br><br>Julie looked over at the latest intern to arrive.&nbsp; He seemed to lack initiative with his swaggering entrance.&nbsp; At the very least he was egotistical.&nbsp; At worst he was an egotistical moron--the latter being unlikely as any intern here would be, by definition, capable at the very least.&nbsp; <br><br>Following the group to the bedside of the first patient, she sidled her way to the forefront.&nbsp; <br><br>Julie looked at the patient and then back at Dr. Goldwasser,"Well, doctor, without a real examination, the only thing that is obvious is her dementia.&nbsp; She probably has other gerontological issues, but, without a proper hands on or labs, it would be imprudent to go farther."&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>Mox Harris, M.D.<hr><br>Mox didn't even bother stopping by the office on his way into B ward.&nbsp; He knew where to find The Fat Man.&nbsp; And sure, enough, there he was, looking pleased as punch to be surrounded by his new groupies.&nbsp; He shook his head and sidled up behind the interns.&nbsp; Looking over the two new lady interns with great interest.&nbsp; &nbsp;This wasn't something he had seen before.&nbsp; Not one female doctor, but two!&nbsp; The nurses would be easier, he knew, but this was equally exciting.&nbsp; <br><br>He coughed politely behind the group and waved at The Fat Man, a big grin ear to ear.&nbsp; Today would be a good day, indeed.&nbsp; He had counted no less than three new women on the floor and that didn't even include the patients.&nbsp; Yowsa.&nbsp; He waived politely at the Gomer in the bed and listened for The Fat Man to launch into Intern Speech Number One.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 01:09:19</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D. - B Ward</strong><br>Bobby's face was redder than the flames of hell when the fat man said 'Bob' and then again...and again...and again! &nbsp;Each time, Bobby let out a small, nearly inaudible "Bobby,"&nbsp;accompanied&nbsp;by a pleading look to whomever was being fed the misinformation. &nbsp;Coolidge Memorial was really turning out to be nothing like he expected. &nbsp;Two women, a black man and two stragglers all within the first 5 minutes of the first day. &nbsp;<br><br><br>Trying to hide his look of horror, a hand was brought up to his bottom lip at the sight of Montero pecking the fat man's cheeks. &nbsp;Wide eyes darted to Rogers, who seemed eager for his own greeting, but he found Markum was just as disgusted, not that he should want to&nbsp;align&nbsp;with her.<br><br><br>Rounds would surely set them in motion, get them in gear for medicine, hadn't they all been just as eager as him? &nbsp;Bobby took the spot furthest from the patient's head, standing at the foot of the bed as Goldwasser swiped the record and tossed a challenge in Markum's direction. Running his tongue along the backs of his top teeth, he gives Goldwasser about a tenth of a second after Markum basically gave up before he spoke. &nbsp;<br><br><br>"Sir, mind if I take a stab at it?" &nbsp;Rounding the bed, he finally steps closer to the patient, who eyed him just as thoughtfully. &nbsp;Lifting one long finger as though in thought, he swipes it across the old women's forehead and then stands upright, offering a tight lipped smile because surely they all knew what he was investigating. &nbsp;There were some blank faces though and his smile turned into a frown of indifference.<br><br><br>"She must have renal failure considering her skin is covered in urea, so soft yet flaky. &nbsp;Not to mention the..subtle, ahem, yellowness of it." &nbsp;Finished with his examination, Bobby stepped back from the bed, out of the invalid's reach and cocked his head while waiting for the praise he knew was coming. &nbsp;"It's the first day, don't sweat it," he whispered from the corner of his mouth to Markum. &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 15:30:07</strong>
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				<strong>THE FAT MAN, MOVING DOWN THE WARD</strong><br><br>The Fat Man stroked his chin and nodded quietly as he heard out Markum and Boss. <strong>"Thank you, I'm starting to hear some good suggestions from you both, and I'd like to stop you right there,"</strong> he smiled at both. He acknowledged Mox with a grin and a wave. <strong>"You're absolutely right, Markum. We've only recently extensively examined Mrs. Staudemeyer and come to the conclusion that she is, in fact, an old lady with the usual symptoms. The best treatment for most of them is to do nothing. It's very easy to make things worse."</strong> The resident doctor pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and ran a finger over the skin of the patient's forehead. <strong>"And Doctor <em>Boss</em>, you're right that uremia is one of the most usual and obvious geriatric conditions. So, we make sure her catheter's in right, the pee bag isn't full, and maybe give her some Lasix to increase the flow."</strong> He added a large dose of Lasix to the list of prescribed medications in her chart, and passed them on to the interns to take a look at. Then he lifted the covers and showed them how a catheter was meant to stick out of an old lady's urethra. Jackson gritted his teeth at the sight of the grayish octogenarian vulva. He sighed softly with relief when the Fat Man lowered the covers again.<br><br><strong>"Mrs. Staudemeyer is what we know by a technical term as a GOMER. Or rather, a <em>gomère</em>, the feminine version. GOMER stands for Get Out Of My Emergency Room. It's what you say when one comes in from the nursing home at 3 a.m. It means an elderly, senile patient who continuously shows emergency symptoms, gets treated, made a little better, then shows emergency symptoms again, then gets a little better. With the miracles of modern medicine, we can keep a patient like that alive forever. Eventually, the patient stops seeing the point, but not the finance honchos cashing their insurance checks. It's the First Law of Medicine. LAW ONE: GOMERS DON'T DIE. <br><br>The idea with this kind of patient, as with any other, is to treat anything dangerous as mildly as possible, so we can continue doing nothing and they can get better. Proper healthcare consists of bedrest until complications arise. Write that down."</strong> Jackson was already taking notes.<br><br>Turning around, the Fat Man gestured towards the empty bed beside Mrs. Gomere. Now he was in the flow of Breaking In The Terns, he gushed with enthusiasm, speaking quickly with grandiose hand gestures. <strong>"Now for quick demonstration and guided tour of the beds we use, folks. And say hi to Dr. David Harris, "Mox" as they called him back in 'Nam, he'll be helping me supervise you. Looks like he's already closely supervising Markum and Montero. There'll be time for proper introductions later. You see these rails on the side of the bed? They keep patients from falling out, but don't help much. That's unfortunate, but takes a lot of gomers off our hands and makes them someone else's problem. LAW TWO: GOMERS GO TO GROUND. They fall out of bed, often break bones, and have to be TURFed out to Orthopedics. Don't be afraid to TURF as soon as a patient isn't your problem; a good doctor makes as little work for himself - or herself,"</strong> he added with a wink at Markum and Montero, <strong>"as possible. This is what we call the Orthopedic Height, and sometimes you'll have to lower it."</strong> He quickly demonstrated how to raise and lower the bed; the patient could be lifted up to six feet high. <strong>"This is what we call the neurological height, because a fall from up there is an instant TURF to Neuro for a cracked skull. Avoid that TURF if you can."</strong><br><br>He moved the team along from the empty bed to the next patient along, a Mrs. Vanessa Golding, as marked on the bed. A young woman who looked tired and confused, as well as in some discomfort due to the tube sticking out of her chest and slowly dripping into a bag. <strong>"Montero, your turn. Check Mrs. Golding's charts. As you see, she's had the chest drain in for two days."</strong> Her chart and the bag of milky-clear fluid on the end of the tube supported this. <strong>"What do you think we should do next?" </strong> he asked, moving over to stand between Cliff and Bob with a gesture to the side of the patient's bed.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 16:08:23</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Nurses Incoming...</span></span></strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96115.msg4182867#msg4182867">Quote from: Amelia on 26-01-2011, 15:53:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Head Nurse Fairchild, assigning beds...</span></strong><br><hr><br>When she finished her talk and before she'd lose her team to chatter and worse, nurse Fairchild started walking and indicated for everyone to follow. <br><br>"We are going to the Ward now, nurse Forman," she announced to make sure the girl knew what was going on. The others, she assumed, knew what was going on... As soon as they were outside the B-Ward she started assigning beds to the nurses. She squinted briefly, remembering the interaction between nurse Frost and Forman, decided it might just be useful and said, <strong>"Nurse Frost. Since you've taken a liking to our newest nurse, she'll be teamed up with you today to learn the ropes."</strong> Her shoulder moved almost invisibly out of repressing a slight squirm. <strong>"And no inappropriate... breaks," </strong>she added and cleared her throat. <strong>"Got that, nurse Forman? Stick with nurse Frost today, thank you."</strong> She watched her new nurse for a moment and then spoke to no one in particular as she announced the bed assignments.<br><br><strong>"Frost and Forman, tend to Mrs. Staudemeyer in bed seven and Mrs. Golding in bed nine when you finish. Jameson, you handle our Jane Doe in bed ten. Dallas, Mr. Ryan in bed six. Anderson, Miss Angels in bed 12. Davenport, tend to Miss Martin in bed eleven."</strong> She glanced between them and nodded curtly. <strong>"Off you go then." </strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 16:21:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.colleencorby.net/colleen1973/catalogs1973/images/colleen-corby-jcpenney-1973-spring-summer2.jpg)</div> <em>Patient: Vanessa Golding</em><br><hr><br>The young woman shifted on the bed and clutched the sheets. <em>There they do it again!</em> She thought and her eyes grew wide. <em>Miss June doesn't like this... Miss June should be called Miss June. Why do they call her Golding?</em> She shifted again and her eye twitched at a stab of pain in her head. The headache was bad today. Her heart raced and she watched each person in turn. <em>Women in doctor's coats?</em> How silly. She blinked and felt like chuckling but clasped a hand over her mouth. Chuckling would hurt. Oh yes. <em>Yes it would... Best stay quiet.</em> She couldn't help but speak up for a second, though, as she was being scrutinized by this group. <em>How embarrassing.</em><br><strong>"June. Miss June, please."</strong> Her voice came out a bit husky and childish but she didn't mind. And she didn't say anything else for now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 16:52:05</strong>
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				<strong>Jordina Montero</strong><br><br>Jordina stepped forward and took the medical charts and scanned through them, occasionally looking over the papers to the patient and back on the papers. When it came to patients her head was a lot clearer than normally. Thank God for that. As she put the charts down she kept quiet for a few moments then took her stethoscope and stepped to the bed. <br><br>"We should check if the wound fluid is gone in order to take the drain out."<br><br>She comforted the patient with a friendly smile and a hand on her forehead and placed the stethoscope under the patients shirt on her chest near the tube. <br><br>"Miss June," Jordina believed it was better to go with whatever the patients wanted to not further complicate things for them or her. Mostly for her. <br>"Could you breath in and out firmly for me?"<br><br>As the patient did so, Jordina nodded.<br><br>"Thank you miss June."<br><br>When she was done she turned her attention back to the group and the doctor. <br><br>"I have established that Mrs. Golding has no more fluid in her lungs and thus the drain can be removed by the nurses. After that we should probably not do anything more to her and let her rest. In a different area of the hospital I should add."<br><br>Then she got back in 'line' with the others.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 17:19:52</strong>
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				Mox Harris, M.D.,&nbsp; B-Ward with the 'terns<hr><br>Mox relaxed behind the group as the lovely Dr. Markum put a succinct diagnosis from her apt observation.&nbsp; He'd keep a close eye on her for a variety of reasons.&nbsp; She looked uptight and like she might be the kind that would implode under stress.&nbsp; She was tight as a drum.&nbsp; <br><br>He raised his eyebrows as the other young pup piped up with his renal diagnosis.&nbsp; Yeah, the woman was yellow.&nbsp; No doubt the next time she dropped she'd probably be one notch up on the worry scale.&nbsp; He'd seen her a half dozen times in the last two months alone, poor thing.&nbsp; <br><br>As the group followed The Fat Man to the next bed, he put a warm hand on Dr. Boss' shoulder, holding him back just a second. <br><br>&nbsp;"Good way to make friends," he said, quietly.&nbsp; "She's going to have to cover your ass in some huge way some day.&nbsp; &nbsp;It's you against the patients...not you against each other."<br><br>He patted Bob on the back with a firm tap of his hand in the general direction of the group before turning back to the Gomer's bed and making a note for another blood test.&nbsp; &nbsp;He signaled to Frost when he saw her that Mrs. S had some things needing tending by holding up the chart and tapping it meaningfully. <br><br>He followed the group of interns just in time to watch the lovely Latina intern do her thing.&nbsp; It was definitely going to be a better year.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 18:52:20</strong>
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				<em>Cliff makes an observation, B-ward with the rest of the interns and the doctors.</em> <hr> <br><br><strong>"I would find out if she has brothers, because if anyone put the beat down on my sister like this I would fucking kill em." </strong><br>His eyes followed the patients arms, and shoulders, she was beaten up and bruised but he could not see her chest. The chart had been taken by the other doctor which left him in the dark with her other symptoms. Not many patients had much modesty around a doctor, this one seemed terrified but he was guessing. He did not move to touch her, the other intern was taking good care of her. <br><strong>"Cute little thing, didn't deserve to be roughed up like that." </strong><br>Stepping back to the Fat Man's side he finally began to slip his arms into the white coat to match the rest of his colleagues. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:24:07</strong>
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				<strong>JACKSON ROGERS M.D.</strong><br><br><strong>"It's cool you care so much for your patient, Cliff, but don't use no medical Latin in front of the patients,"</strong> Jackson chuckled softly in reply to Cliff's understandable remark. <strong>"I mean, I'm holding it back myself. I'm just glad some fine ass nurses just walked in to take my mind off what I saw that catheter coming out of,"</strong> he added in a whisper, turning his head towards the door to flash a grin at them.<br><br>Meanwhile, The Fat Man praised Dr. Montero's decisions. <strong>"That's right, we make sure the tube can come out and we can TURF Miss June to Psych! I like it, you're learning fast. She's an abuse victim, so we're going to call a social worker for her. Or rather, Psych will. We can't send her home to be beaten up again, got that?"</strong> He wrote 'REMOVE DRAIN' on the cover of the patient's chart, moved along to the next patient and smiled coolly at the terns. Who'd figure out first what was wrong with Jane Doe?<br><br>Jackson took the chart from the foot of the bed and paged through it, looking at the mysterious busty patient. <strong>"From what it says in here, it sounds like Jane here had an OD and might have banged her head. But there's gotta have been something else wrong with her, with the unexplained bleeding and all. And I dunno, the personality disorder, maybe she just drank from the same cup as Miss June over there?"</strong> He shrugged and looked around at his fellow terns to see if anyone had a better idea.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:53:58</strong>
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				<strong>Kate Frost, Explaining GOMERs to Amaya Foreman in B Ward</strong><br><br>Pushing open the door, Kate stepped into B Ward, looked immediately to her right … and saw dear Mrs. Staudemeyer lying there, draped on the bed. Her skin was pallid and grey, same as it always was. Kate forced herself to smile. Already, Dr. Harris was giving her the signal – <em>get over here and take care of this.</em><br><br>“Dr. Harris, good to see you,” Kate said. She liked Dr. Harris, or Mox, as she better knew him. He was a little rough, but Kate liked guys like that. “Meet Nurse Foreman, she’s new … just like some of the other fresh meat that’s apparently joined your ranks.” She looked over some of the new doctors, fighting back the urge to lick her lips. <em>Female doctors … and one’s a smoking hot Latina! And a hot black guy too … yummy.</em><br><br>Kate shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. She looked at her patient.<br><br>“Hello Mrs. Staudemeyer … so we meet again!” Kate said, through half-gritted teeth. “It’s been, what, a day since we sent you over to Radiology?” She picked up the chart hanging from the end of the bed, and glanced over the notes scribbled on it. “And they … didn’t … find … anything … wrong. Of course they didn’t. That’s just <em>peachy</em>.”<br><br>Kate turned her attention to Mox. “Figure we’ll run some basic tests, then?” she asked the doctor. “Or did you have something specific in mind?”<br><br>Kate looked back over at Amaya, ignoring her assigned patient for a moment. “Mrs. Staudemeyer is what we call a gomer, or a gomere – Get Out Of My Emergency Room,” she said quietly. “Haven’t found anything wrong with her … and we probably won’t. At least not anything we can properly fix. She’s simply, old, she’s not well, and to be honest, right now she’s keeping us for giving proper attention to other more serious patients. So today we’ll do some bloodwork, get some results, and find an excuse to send her to a different department. And hopefully, they can officially send her home.”<br><br>Kate shrugged. “Sounds weird, I know … but believe me, it’s for her own good. I learned that from the Fat Man.” She pointed up towards Dr. Goldwasser, making his rounds through B Ward. “That’s Dr. Goldwasser, but everyone calls him the Fat Man. The man’s a genius, and one of the best doctors here. Pay attention to what he says.”<br><br>Kate’s fingers drummed rapidly against her clipboard. “Amaya, why don’t you take Mrs. Staudemeyer’s blood pressure? Let’s see if it’s still high.” She moved out of Amaya’s way, standing opposite the new nurse on the other side of her elderly patient’s bed. <br><br>“Mrs. Staudemeyer has nine cats, they love apples and wheat germ,” Kate said sweetly, even as she gave her patient a withering look. “And mashed potatoes talk to her in tongues, isn’t that right? Anything else I missed, or do you have any new nuggets of wisdom for us today, dear? This is Nurse Foreman, by the way. Be nice to her, she’s new and she’s the best thing that’s happened to me today.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 01:00:46</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Dr. Stanley Adams (http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/krystal_dragoness13/intermfordocgame.jpg) hurries into Ward B catching up with the tour.</strong><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.himohimo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/60-years-volkswagen-van.jpg)</div>Ok yeah so maybe his vehicle was not what most people would think of as belonging to a doctor, but that did not warrant the 3rd degree Hospital Security gave him as he pulled into the employee lot.&nbsp; Those were the thoughts among others as he quickly changed in the employee locker room from his "civilian" clothing.&nbsp; Even still Doctor Adams was not without a sense of humor and could not help chuckle over his own misfortune which had made him late on his first day at work.&nbsp; He was just happy his father had not been there to witness the scene that unfolded as Stanley had shut off the motor of his VW bus and stepped into the employee parking lot for the first time. <br><br>In his fathers eyes it was going to take far more than making it through med school and cutting off all of his long wavy locks of red hair to prove that his son had finally grown up.&nbsp; However there was nothing Doc Adams could really have done about his mode of transportation.&nbsp; Being fresh out of med school meant he was left with very little other than a mountain of debt to be paid off.&nbsp; Which meant Stanley was stuck with his good ole "Love Bus" since it was already paid for.&nbsp; <br><br>Stopping off at the nurses station only long enough to poor himself a cup of coffee Dr. Adams hurried down the hall and into Ward B.&nbsp; Slipping in quietly behind the group feeling very put out and more than a little angry at the guards for making him late.&nbsp; Now he would have to play a bit of catch up as he listened to Dr. Simon Goldwasser talking with his fellow interns who's names he was yet to learn.&nbsp; Stanley really wasn't all that concerned about the two women Doctors.&nbsp; Nor was he put off by the black doctor.&nbsp; Perhaps there was something to be said for having come from a little bit more of a liberal out look on life.<br><br>When there was a break in their conversation (which came as The Fat Man turned to look at him) Doctor Adams smiled brightly and said, <strong>"Sorry for the delay Dr.Goldwasser but it seems the hospital guards took offense to my mode of transportation this morning and took it upon themselves to give me the thrid degree.&nbsp; But then again I guess I can not blame them all that much.&nbsp; After all a bright yellow bus with flowers painted on the side isn't exactly the kind of car one would expect to see a doctor arriving in."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 01:34:11</strong>
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				Julie Markum, M.D.&nbsp; In B-ward <br><hr><br>Julie followed the group to the new patient, but couldn't help but stare as Dr. Harris made eyes at the new nurse.&nbsp; When he pulled out a joint and sniffed it while wiggling his eyebrows knowingly at Nurse Frost, her lips parted in gentle astonishment.&nbsp; She blinked her eyes a couple&nbsp; of times and turned her attention back to the poor battered woman.&nbsp; She'd encountered a few patients like this in her rotations in Med School, but this was particularly sad.&nbsp; The poor thing had developed disassociate disorder of some magnitude.<br><br>She looked at the really late new guy's coat to get his name and make a note of it.&nbsp; He seemed like an easy going guy with a brain versus the real slacker that had shown up a while ago, Cliff Harris.&nbsp; She smiled at the description of his van.&nbsp; Sounded utterly charming in a way.&nbsp; She smiled at him.&nbsp; <br><br>Pointedly ignoring Bob Boss, she moved closer to Adams and filled him in on the current happenings quietly summarizing what they had been up to and what he had missed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:20:41</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson bringing up the back of the line of nurses , heading to Jane Doe ...Bed 10. </strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/pic02-1.jpg)</div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Frost and Forman, tend to Mrs. Staudemeyer in bed seven and Mrs. Golding in bed nine when you finish. Jameson, you handle our Jane Doe in bed ten. Dallas, Mr. Ryan in bed six. Anderson, Miss Angels in bed 12. Davenport, tend to Miss Martin in bed eleven." She glanced between them and nodded curtly. "Off you go then." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Paul had sat his coffee down and was already missing it as his head was still rather pounding from the slight hangover that was lingering on . Soon it would be over though as the medicine would kick in any time . Listening to the battle-axe roll out the morning duties and assignment of patients . He had to smirk at the idea he had a Jane Doe to attend to ....comatose patent . Well not to worry he would draw out some blood send it down to the lab see what drugs the woman ingested . <br><br>Only a nod of his head as he made his way into Ward B ...slowly he bypassed the crew of interns and doctors on the floor . Best to just go about his morning rather quietly at this rate . Though the thought of nurse Foreman and Frost sneaking off to the supply room to play with each other was too much . Leaning over to whisper into the new girls ear ..<strong>." If you should happen to take one of them non-scheduled breaks ...be sure to pull my chain , least let me watch . "</strong>&nbsp; as he grinned and gave her a wink before moving on to bed 10 . <br><br>Pulling the curtain back some as he moved inside the chubby confines ...they packed them into B ward that was for sure . Stopping at the foot of the bed ...oh shit , Jane Doe was another red head . His life was plagued with them it seemed , issuing orders and demanding this and that . Fiery red hair must be what does it though this one was more orange ...maybe she dyed it . Or was a natural carrot top ...was a way to find out . Smirking to himself ...the woman seemed so helpless . <br><br>Making his way along the side of the bed ...as he took in the woman's sleeping form how the sheet clung to her body ..nice figure , short that was for sure . Moving to change the bag out for the IV drip ...Paul sat down in a chair next to her . <strong>" Well Miss Jane Doe ....it is the first break of the sun on the horizon ...going to need to change out this IV drip ...any chance you be coming awake any time soon . "</strong>&nbsp; as he moved to do just that ..putting a cotton ball against her arm ...changing out the needle nice and slow .&nbsp; <br><br>One of his gloved hands rubbed the top of her thigh ...<strong>" Going to be a slight bit of pain ....the IV drip has an antibiotic that tends to burn when first entering the system . " </strong> once the man had it secure he moved to open the valve .. and tapped the small pressure chamber with his fingers a few times ..making sure the drip was of the right pace .&nbsp; Looking back over to her face it was slightly puffy most likely due to the extra fluids going into her system . <br><br>He would sit there rubbing her thigh till the burning sensation would go away ...injecting it in with the needle . <strong>" So you had a bad night at the club it seems ...your going to have to wake up and tell me about it . " </strong> looking over to see if she made any attempt to come awake . The chart had said something about a nose bleed . Suspected drug overdose of some kind . Oh well he would need to draw some more blood . As he tapped her thigh ....<strong>" Okay the burning sensation should stop any minute now ...kind of like a cold burn ain't it .." </strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:57:58</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D.</strong> at Jane Doe's bed with the other interns<br><br>A sigh was released as the fat man confirmed Bobby's suspicions about the gomere's ailment.&nbsp; There was always the chance she had eczema and an olive skin tone.&nbsp; Fortunately for Bobby, unfortunately for her, neither was the case.&nbsp; Stopped mid step as the pack moved off to the next bed, Bobby looked over his shoulder at Dr. Harris, stopping and expecting another round of praise.&nbsp; <br><br>The pat on the back after the chiding was the icing on the fucking cake.&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; Bobby thought he was being polite, bestowing his wisdom on the group and now some hot shot, who by the way, looked as though he had recently left prison, was telling him to cool it?&nbsp; That was rich.&nbsp; Bobby stood in near shock as Harris picked up in chart to alert the nurse to his, <em>Bobby's</em>, ascertainment.&nbsp; <br><br>Spinning on his heel, the tall intern moved to the side of the young woman's bed, his dark brows still raised as he breathed steadily through his nose, cursing Harris in his head.&nbsp; Peaking over Rogers' shoulder at the chart, he reads, in plain bold writing:<br><br><strong>No drugs found in system</strong><br><br>Maybe he misheard Rogers suggest an overdose?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Maybe he misread?&nbsp; Glancing again, there is its:<br><br><strong>No drugs found in system</strong><br><br>Bobby could hardly keep his head on, it was probably spinning on his neck and threatening to pop right off.&nbsp; Good thing it didn't, he doubted this group would have the slightest idea as to what to do.&nbsp; When the floor was opened up for others to chime in, he waited.&nbsp; Honestly, he waited, even keeping his cool while the other doctor change out the IV.&nbsp; Wait, that wasn't a doctor, that was a male nurse?&nbsp; Any minute now and they'd all be introduced to founder of the hospital, a chimp in a skirt at this rate.&nbsp; <br><br>Waiting for the nurse...man to finish, he finally pipes up, "I..I would suggest that because all of her symptoms are systemic from her head that maybe she has a brain tumor?&nbsp; Of course, this is just a suggestion, but all of her signs could be explained there.&nbsp; Unless of course they are all unrelated."&nbsp; The last bit was supposed to be a joke..because of course symptoms were related to each other and Bobby chuckled, slapping his hand against the bed rail at his own sense of humor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 13:18:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Amaya -- With Nurse Frost seeing Mrs. S</em>.</strong> </span></span><br><br>Coming out of the nursing station behind Nurse Kate, Amaya wasn't entirely prepared for what she saw behind the doors to the B Ward.&nbsp; There were... sick people!&nbsp; Real sick people.&nbsp; Like, people who were actually sick and would need her help.&nbsp; For a moment the muscles in her stomach clenched and a cold chill swept down her spine.&nbsp; What if she forgot everything she'd learned in school?&nbsp; What if they hated her?&nbsp; What if she was a horrible nurse?&nbsp; What if she made a horrible, horrible mistake and -- <br><br>Dr. Harris?&nbsp; Amaya's dark eyes swept up as she trailed beside Kate and her warm smile grew just a bit brighter as they landed on Doctor Harris.&nbsp; That was the one who had smiled at her earlier.&nbsp; How could she be wrong about this place?&nbsp; It even came with hunky Doctors!&nbsp; "Good morning, Doctor Harris.&nbsp; It's so nice to meet you," she greeted, faint spots of pink dotting over her cheeks before she turned to follow Kate to the patient and drag herself into what she was supposed to be doing -- which was <em>not</em> thinking of totally shagadelic guys!&nbsp; <br><br>Purposely she turned her attention back to Kate as she began to talk quietly to her.&nbsp; Gnomere?&nbsp; Gnomer?&nbsp; Why didn't they just tell the old lady nothing was wrong and to go home?&nbsp; Surely she'd figure out the answers at some point.&nbsp; <br><br>Amaya's eyes widened at Kate's question, a slight look of horror briefly crossing her features.&nbsp; "Take her blood pressure?&nbsp; Oh, but I probably don't want her blood pressure.&nbsp; She is sick, after all, and I'm still healthy, you know!&nbsp; I do eat an apple an day, how could I not be?&nbsp; Why don't I measure her blood pressure instead?" she suggested, her features brightening that she had taken the initiative.&nbsp; This was going to be a breeze!&nbsp; <br><br>She was smiling brightly again as she approached Mrs. Staudemeyer, though a brief look of panic flared when she looked to the right and left of the bed for the blood pressure gadget.&nbsp; Oh yes!&nbsp; That one.&nbsp; With a soft hum, she turned back to the patient and was gentle as she fastened the wide belt around her upper arm and then began to carefully pump, her eyes fastened on the reader.&nbsp; "Nine cats?&nbsp; That's really... far out."&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; "I have an aunt who has lots of cats, six I think was her last count, and she's going on ninety!&nbsp; Into the whole sewing, knitting, real old, boring things, you know?&nbsp; She never did marry or have any children.&nbsp; Maybe you two could be penpals!&nbsp; I'm sure you have lots to talk about.&nbsp; Oops!&nbsp; There we go!"&nbsp; She chirruped just as she cut the pumping for the blood pressure and then it fall back, the reading read out for Kate to note down.&nbsp; "Aw, not looking bad at all there, Mrs. S!&nbsp; You must eat an apple a day, too!&nbsp; Maybe we can even get you some bacon for breakfast.&nbsp; My family's cook Lola made some great bacon and eggs this morning."<br><br>So pleased with herself, she beamed back at Kate before reaching for her stethoscope and hummed as she took Mrs. S's heart rate.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 19:49:10</strong>
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				<strong>THE FAT MAN</strong><br><br>The Fat Man smiled as, with great care, Paul the nurse tended to the sexy, unconscious, anonymous patient. At Dr. Bob's suggestion, he nodded and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.<br><br><strong>"There's certainly something in Janey D's head. A brain tumor? Could be. But it would have to be tiny not to show up in these head X-rays. Take a look. And invisible brain tumors don't give someone multiple personality disorder; it would have to be huge to do this to her. Doesn't explain the bleeding either. Nice try though, you'll make a doctor yet. No, I think there's something else wrong with her. So let's see if we can wake her up and ask her how she's feeling.<br><br>Gather round, class! I'm going to teach you how to tell if a patient's in coma. And if they are, TURF them the hell out of my ward to IC unit. Watch and learn! Five bucks says this'll work."</strong><br><br>Jabbing her midriff once with his index finger to see how her body responded, the doctor smirked as her chest reacted by drawing a deeper breath. Then, he stuck the earpieces of his stethoscope in her ears, lifted the bell to his mouth, and shouted into it.<br><br><strong>"Rise and shine, Jane Doe! Wakey wakey!</strong><br><br>Jackson stared in disbelief.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 22:47:58</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson with Jane Doe ...Bed 10, moving to the corner to let the interns around the bed .</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/pic02-1.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;The Interns along with the head cheese landed at bed ten just as Paul was finishing up ...continuing with whatever he was doing despite of them as they talked about the woman's chart . Miss Jane Doe ...with the red hair as he smirked and stood up off the small stool . Moving out of the way with a nod of his head towards the fat man that was in complete control of the situation . <br><br>When the idea of a brain tumor came up ...Paul smiled . Nice maybe they will send her to x-ray ...and he can take her down there . Be on the way ...though he was moving to get out of the way . Heading towards the one corner as the rest then could have access to her and he could wait for any additional orders that might be given . Poor girl better hope she wakes up or they would end up doing a lobotomy on her . <br><br>Standing silently as he moved his hands behind his back ....interesting that a few female interns were now going through the system. That ought to mean they have nice drive and dedication to the field. Hopefully a little more dominant in nature as well. He kept his eyes at a general gaze though not actually checking any of them out . Just another day at the office anyways . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 00:22:46</strong>
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				Julie Markum, MD at bed 10<br><hr><br>Julie had sidled up to Bobby in spite of his ass-hat attitude to look over his shoulder at the chart. She couldn't see the full chem panel, but it was clear drugs were not to blame.&nbsp; The brain tumor theory was as likely as any other.&nbsp; Too bad the x-rays had already been taken.<br><br>While Dr. Goldwasser prodded the patient to wake her up, she said, "It's possible that the Epistaxis is caused by a vitamin deficiency or alcohol abuse, or even a cancer.&nbsp; She's looking rather underfed.&nbsp; &nbsp; Did we get a complete Chem Panel on her?"<br><br>Julie saw that a nurse had just drawn blood and gave him a smile.&nbsp; She had no problem with male nurses.&nbsp; Their number seemed to be growing lately, too.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 00:35:26</strong>
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				Mox Harris, M.D.,&nbsp; B-Ward with the 'terns<hr><br>Mox watched for a moment or two as the group gathered around the Jane Doe before backing away slowly and sidling up to Kate and the new girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He bumped his upper arm against Kate's and said very quietly, "I'll be taking a break as soon as we get through the ward here. Maybe you'd like to share a joint with me."&nbsp; <br><br>He winked at Amaya and sidled off knowing that Kate would either show up or not.&nbsp; Their relationship wasn't exactly a relationship per se, more a very convenient sort of arrangement.&nbsp; If they showed up at the same time and at the same place, and they were both in the mood, it seemed to work out for them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sometimes, he gave her drugs he slipped from the pharmacy, and sometimes she paid him with some oh-so-delicious-lip-service.&nbsp; <br><br>He returned to the group with a slight smile to his lips and an anticipatory bulge at the front of his pants.&nbsp; He stuck his hand in his pockets and looked over the intern's shoulders at the chart for another glance at the lovely enigma that had landed on the ward.&nbsp; Usually the ones who didn't know who they were had gray hair and smelled like urine.&nbsp; This one looked more like a sleeping beauty.<br><br>Dr. Goldwasser's poke usually got the fakers to wake up pretty quick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 12:36:41</strong>
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				JANE DOE, WAKING UP<br><br>Jane didn't remember her name. Or much about any thing! But Jane remembered one thing, it seemed silly though. She always had very strange dreams.<br><br>Her dream the other night, it was more strange, than usual. She went to a night club, she wanted to celabrate, some thing important! And she was supposed to meet some one there, some one she cared for, very much. But the special some one didn't come. And when she finally standed up from her table, to leave, she felt very dizzy and weak. <br><br>Jane stumbled to the bath room, she thinked maybe she would be sick. But when Jane entered it, she saw her reflecton, in the mirror. And it wasn't her, she saw some one in the mirror, covered in blood, instead! Jane screamed, and started to faint. And she thinked she hit her head on the side of the sink, she wasn't sure though.<br><br>And then, every thing turned black!<br><br>The blackness, it started leaving Jane though. She saw bright colours in her head, instead. And her head throbbed, a little. She also felt a tiny sharp pain, in her arm. She also heared voices. One was very kind and gentle, it maked Jane feel very good. And the other, it was very loud, demanding! It wanted her waking up!<br><br>So she did!<br><br>Jane's eyes opened. She realised she was in a strange bed, in hospital. And many strangers, in white coats, standed over her, they watched her. Her ears were cold, she realised she weared some one's stethascope! And one of the doctors, a very large man, holded the other end of the stethascope, to his mouth.<br><br>"Good morning," Jane said to the doctors, very quiet and timid. "I don't know where I am, or why I'm here, can some one tell me?" She looked around, very nervous. "Am I sick?"<br><br>Jane pulled her blankets up over her body. She felt very cold and scared. She looked at the young doctor, with dark hair, who standed at her side. She thinked maybe he was the one, who put a needle in her arm, for a IV?<br><br>Jane put her hand on the young doctors arm. "I don't even remember my name, can you tell me?" she said, very sad. She felt hot tears, start to fill her eyes. And she felt some thing warm, too, running down her nose, to her mouth and chin!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 20:52:19</strong>
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				<strong>Kate, Attending to Mrs. Staudemeyer With Amaya, Flirting with Mox</strong><br><br>Kate stared quizzically at Amaya for a long, long moment. She raised a finger, opened her mouth, as if to say something … and then closed it. She closed her eyes as well. <em>No, two lines of coke was probably right,</em> she thought, sighing. <em>God help me, this one better be fun off-duty, because she’s going to try my patience on-duty …</em><br><br>Opening her eyes, Kate looked at Amaya and smiled pleasantly. “Yes, dear, that’s a great idea. Measure her blood pressure, you’re right, we wouldn’t want you getting sick.”<br><br>Kate turned a bit to Mox, giving him a little dramatic eyeroll that only he could see. <em>Can you believe this shit?</em> the look seemed to say. She grinned as he mentioned taking a break, and smoking some reefer.<br><br>“Sounds perfect,” Kate murmured under her breath. “And, y’know, if you happen to have any other, um, ‘party favors’ for later tonight … or later this weekend … I might have my own favor for you, later.” She lightly ran his hand across his thigh as he moved to join the other doctors, hoping to get him a little more revved up for later. Kate certainly felt revved up … and besides, she liked Mox. Not in a boyfriend sort of way – the guy definitely had issues, and she guessed he’d seen some things in the war that had really fucked him up – but he had a wicked, sarcastic sense of humor, he was great to hang out with, and he was a fun casual fuck. Top that with the fact he’d occasionally slide some recreational drugs her way in exchange for sex, and he was one of her favorite doctors at Calvin Coolidge.<br><br>She couldn’t wait for break time.<br><br>But in the meantime …<br><br>Kate watched as Amaya took Mrs. Staudemeyer’s blood pressure. She did that competently, as well as taking the old woman’s heart rate, so that was something. Mercifully, the old gomere was asleep or unconscious, so the only inane prattling that Kate had to hear was Amaya’s. Which, to be honest, Kate didn’t mind. It was only two years ago that Kate had come to Calvin Coolidge, fresh-faced, wide-eyed, and innocent, thinking about how she was going to help so many people and change the world … she saw a lot of that in Amaya. So she understood the new nurse’s attitude.<br><br>However, Kate also knew Amaya probably needed some heavy doses of reality.<br><br>Picking up Mrs. Staudemeyer’s chart again, Kate read it more closely … and saw some of the morning notes left on it. An evil smile crossed Kate’s face. <em>Should I be really cruel, and make her do both?</em> Kate thought. <em>Or be kind, and just do the one …</em><br><br>Kate sighed, and put the chart back. <em>It’s her first day. Be kind.</em><br><br><em>Sort of.</em><br><br>“Um, Amaya?” Kate said. “When you’re done measuring Mrs. Staudemeyer’s heart rate and blood pressure, be sure to write those figures down on the chart, with the date and time. And you’ll also see on the chart … her bedpan needs to be changed. So if you can take away the dirty one and get her a clean one, that’d be great.”<br><br>“And while you do that, I’ll … I’ll take out her catheter.”<br><br>Taking a deep breath, Kate reached into a drawer at the side of Mrs. Staudemeyer’s bed. She pulled on some gloves, and slowly pulled away the bedsheets away from the old woman, thinking of her upcoming break with Mox as her hands moved to the catheter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 22:14:56</strong>
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				<strong>THE FAT MAN</strong><br><br>Sure enough, the old reverse stethoscope wake up call worked as always. The Fat Man grinned at Mox, took his stethoscope back and noticed the nosebleed Jane Doe had sprung.<br><br><strong>"We don't know much more than you do, missy,"</strong> he shrugged, dabbing at her nose and gesturing for Paul to stop the bleeding, <strong>"but we're here to find out who you are, and what's wrong with you. Do you mind if we call you Jane, for now at least?"</strong><br><br>He took the charts from Bob, crossed out 'possible substance OD' and added 'concussion?'. She gave the impression she'd had quite a knock on the head that had gone unnoticed, and, gently slipping his gloved hand in her hair, he felt quite a lump on her scalp. The X rays showed her skull wasn't cracked or anything, and there didn't seem to be any major bleeding. <em>Hang on...</em><br><br><strong>"Mox, interns, take a look at this,"</strong> he said softly, pointing at one of the X rays. <br><div align="center">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b8/MRI_toxic_encephalopathy.gif)</div><strong>"See this little circular area in the prefrontal lobe? Doesn't look like a tumor to me, but I'm pretty sure it's not meant to be that shade of gray. Mox?"</strong> He cleared his throat and raised a sardonic eyebrow at him as Kate Frost distracted him for a moment. <strong>"Real doctor needed for a moment here. You remember old man Schiabetta, crazy Italian, died just before Christmas? That turned out to be CJD, and it looked a little like this spot here, except all over the poor bastard's brain. Except Schiabetta got his from fried calf brains, and that takes longer to grow than our patient's been alive. And there's the nosebleed. Jane, can you count down from 132 for me please?" </strong> he asked. <br><br><strong>"Terns? Cliff, Adams, you especially? What looks like Creutzfeldt Jakob, talks like Creutzfeldt Jakob, but walks twenty years faster?"</strong> The Fat Man's gaze eyed the layer of lipstick on Jane's lips, smirked cryptically at his team and took a piece of cotton wool from Paul's nursing trolley, with which he wiped off the dark red pigment. Then, with another piece of cotton, he took a sample of her mascara. <strong>"Thanks honey,"</strong> he smiled at the patient. Putting the swabs in a clear plastic pill bottle, he handed it to Paul. <strong>"Get this to the lab, stat. I've given you clues, team. Got any smart ideas?"</strong> After theatrically cupping his hand to his ear for a moment and waiting patiently for an answer:<br><br><strong>"That's right, make up poisoning. Specifically, lead, with all the nasty effects it has on the brain. Causes mysterious bleeding, too! Shit, my pager."</strong> It was beeping fast and vibrating, and when the doctor took it out, the little screen read "14-6-02". He held it up and pointed at the code.<br><br><strong>"Know what this means? Have you read your pager manuals and memorized the codes yet? Of course not. It means two admissions from the emergency room, coming right up. I can't hold your hands any longer for now, it's time to save some lives. Mox, keep an eye on the ward, no knocking off and <em>shtupping</em> your colleagues till lunchtime at least. Markum and Bob? Take a look at the junkie chick over by the window. Be doctors and play nice. Montero and Cliff! Take good care of Jane here, see if you can't find out her name or anything else, and perform a lumbar puncture. Mox, supervise and make sure they don't kill anyone. Rogers and Adams, I want you to find out what's wrong with Bambi, the blonde to your left. Action stations! If Dan Ryan wants to smoke a cigarette, let him, he's already dying, <em>nebbuch</em>. Make sure the nurses top up his morphine and Do Nothing to the poor bastard. If I need any of you for the new admissions, I'll grab you." </strong><br><br>He hurried out of the ward and to the elevators, expecting one seriously ill patient to come out of both at any moment.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 23:27:12</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D at bed 12 with Markum and Charlotte Angels</strong><br>Stepping closer to the other interns, the whole group had to shuffle about to make adequate space for Goldwasser to loom over the patient and blast her ears through the stethoscope.&nbsp; <i>Jesus</i>.&nbsp; Bobby plucked a pen from his coat, clicking it to life with his thumb and writing the date on the record, followed by <b>check for noise induced hearing loss per Dr. Boss</b>. <br><br><br>Saved by the fat man! Bobby was more than happy to relinquish the record as Goldwasser made a rather astute observation, which allowed him to back up, far from the pale fingers that touched him.&nbsp; This is exactly why he wanted to be a surgeon, the patients didn't ask these question, hell, they didn't even speak, let alone touch back.&nbsp; For a brief moment, Bobby looked at Goldwasser in shock..perhaps there was something to be learned from the fat man other than the best placed to get ribs in town.<br><br><br>The calm rounds seemed to suddenly turn into a moment of frenzy with the pager stealing away their fearless leader.&nbsp; Bouncing around the other interns to get into their places, Bobby does not wait for Markum, he heads to bed 12 as though she didn't even exist.<br><br><br>Fingers flipped through the sticky pages of Charlotte Angels' medical record, Bobby's expression growing grimmer with each dreadful note he tried to read. It was hard to make out the scribbled handwriting, especially beneath the dried donut icing smeared across the pages.&nbsp; That was old icing, wasn't it?&nbsp; <br><br><br>"Think we're on the palliative path?"&nbsp; Bobby acknowledged Markum without ever looking at her, tossing the record into her hands as he moved around the bed to check her vitals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 00:23:39</strong>
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				<strong>Julie Markum, M.D at bed 12 with Bobbilicious and Charlotte Angels</strong><br><br>Julie stood where she was for a moment, watching Bob Boss, M.D. walk away without even waiting for her.&nbsp; She threw her shoulders back and followed him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She took the patient notes and turned her head sideways to follow some of the scribbles. <br><br>Julie furrowed her brow.&nbsp; "I don't know if we need to just give up on her like that.&nbsp; It says here she was using Heroin.&nbsp; Half the Heroin OD cases are due to their being cut with Quinine.&nbsp; It would be good to go ahead and assume that while we wait for the toxicity reports to be returned.&nbsp; The treatment for Quinine poisoning isn't going to hurt her even if it was actually rat poison that it was cut with instead.&nbsp; I'd suggest we start with the Activated Charcoal at a higher dose...say 30mg, keep flooding her with IVs. And repeating the charcoal for the next 48 hours."<br><br>She trailed off as she kept her eyes on the chart, thinking.&nbsp; "It doesn't say anything about seizures...though, who can tell with some of this chicken scratch..."<br><br>She walked over to the patient and opened her eyes, flipped on her penlight and looked at the pupils.&nbsp; "They're still reacting at least."<br><br>"So, yeah, we might want to even look at a 5mg Diazepam drip if seizures have been involved," she added.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked up to Dr. Boss' without any particular emotion, just matter of fact coolness. <br><br>"Oh...and, we probably ought to think about giving her palliative heroine to keep the withdrawal symptoms at bay as we figure out what the hell else is wrong with her.&nbsp; If we're lucky, we can save her life, even though she'll probably be blind."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 00:53:46</strong>
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				JANE DOE, WITH THE DOCTORS<br><br><strong>“Yes you can call me Jane,”</strong> Jane said to the big doctor. She looked puzzled, when she answered the question, though. <strong>“I don’t understand though, you don’t know who I am, either?”</strong><br><br>But the big doctor, he didn’t answer. Jane wasn’t sure, if he heard her? Or if he only ignored her, instead. The big doctor talked very fast, to the other doctors! His hands moved very quick, and excited, when he talked too. And he used big words, he sounded smart, to Jane. Even though she didn’t understand him, it all seemed very confusing, to her. She squeezed her handsome doctor’s arm a little more tight, she started feeling very scared!<br><br><strong>“Count backwards from one hundred thirty two?”</strong> Jane said. What a strange question, Jane didn’t understand it! But she started to count, any way. The doctor, he sounded very sure, that her counting was important. <strong>“One hundred thirty two, one hundred thirty one, one hundred thirty, one hundred twenty nine, one hundred?”</strong><br><br>Jane stopped. She knowed, that was wrong? And the correct number, it should be simple, to know! But she couldn’t think of it, at all. It was like the number hided from her, in her head. And the more she thinked, to remember the right answer, the more her head hurt.<br><br><strong>“I’m sorry, I don’t know?”</strong> Jane said. She felt dumb, not knowing, such a easy question to answer for the doctors. <strong>“I can’t remember what’s next.”</strong><br><br>Jane maked a face, when the big doctor wiped her mouth with his handkerchief. She saw lots of red, she didn’t remember wearing that much lip stick. She watched as the doctor started giving orders, they all began to move around, very quick. So much was happening, it almost maked Jane’s head spin. So Jane layed back on her bed, she turned on her side. And holded the pillow to her head, it hurt so much now, she wished the pain would go away, and she could sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 01:03:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Dallas, handing out breakfast and tending to Mr. Ryan</em></span></span><br><hr><br>Ginny listened carefully to head nurse Fairchild's barked orders and then hurried over to the little pantry to gather breakfast for the patients. Everything had been prepped so she only needed to put the plates on the wagon and stroll with it into the ward. She stopped at each occupied bed, also the ones with sleeping patients in case they'd wake up during rounds, and put a plate of buttered toast with jam, some juice and a cup of coffee on the bedside tables. The last one to get his breakfast was her assigned patient, Mr. Ryan. The poor guy was practically withering in front of them, fading a little each day. There was an unspoken and spoken rule on the ward to simply make his time easier until he inevitably passed away. <br><br>She offered him a bright smile as she adjusted his pillows and made sure he had everything in reach. <strong>"How are we today, Dan?" </strong>she chatted in a friendly tone and checked his sheets briefly without making a big deal of it. He needed new ones. It had probably been a long night for him, judging by the stains... She wondered who'd been on the night shift but didn't dwell on it. <br><strong>"Anything I can do for you?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 01:14:34</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Nurse Anderson, with Charlotte Angels in bed 12 and the two interns</span></span></em><br><hr><br>Lottie made her way down the ward in her signature strolling pace, swaying her hips in each step and raising her chest, shoulders back. If not showcase herself now to the new interns, then when? The stray locks of hair danced around her face and she batted her eyelashes as she brushed them behind her ears, ending the simple movement in a long glide down her neck. <br><br>The girlie in bed 12 was in bad shape and the two interns arrived just as she did. She stepped aside and let them do their work, but quietly observed the patient and made mental notes regarding her care. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 04:13:19</strong>
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				~Stanley Adams with Dr. Markum before they are split up into teams~&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Thank you very much for bringing me up to date Dr... </strong>(Stanley suddenly felt a stab of embarrassment as he realized that he didn't know the woman's name.&nbsp; So with a quick glance he located her name badge...) <strong>Dr. Markum... Yes sorry about that but I hadn't caught your name.&nbsp; Mine is Dr. Stanley Adams but you can just call me Stan if you wish."</strong>&nbsp; Of course Dr. Markum had done a really nice job with giving him the basics but he hadn't been able to catch all the names she had given and their boss had started to speak again before he could have<br><br>Adams turned and listened when Dr. Goldwasser started to fire off which doctors were paired with which patients but felt somewhat at a loss again as he still really wasn't all that sure as to who everyone was.&nbsp; Oh yeah he was likely to make a real ass of himself before the day was out unless he got that small detail straightened out.&nbsp; But the man had said they would be taking care of Bambi to there left so he just moved that way casually keeping his eye out for the name plate of the doctor that moved that way as well.&nbsp; <br><br>Giving the tall black man a genuine smile Adams held out his hand, <strong>"Dr. Rogers I presume?&nbsp; Pleased to meet you my name is Stanley Adams but Stan or just plain Adams works for me."</strong>&nbsp; Adams glances down at their patient but doesn't reach for the flip chart as Dr. Rogers is standing right in front of it.&nbsp; <strong>"Being late and all I missed out on some of what went on.&nbsp; Dr. Markum was kind enough to give me a run down on what I missed but I don't recall her mentioning what was going on here with Bambi.&nbsp; Would you like to do the honors and take a look at her chart?&nbsp; Then I'll just follow your lead as we start to asses what is wrong with the poor gal."&nbsp; </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 10:25:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Anna Belle Lewis -- Arriving from the ER to Ward B</em></span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/wheelerambrosio-1.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><em>Paging Dr. Goldwasser.&nbsp; Paging Dr. Goldwasser.</em></strong><br><br>&nbsp; "You better page him!&nbsp; I am in some serious pain here!&nbsp; AAARGH!!&nbsp; Meds!&nbsp; Meds!&nbsp; Why can't anyone in this fucking hospital give me some fucking meds?!"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; In the wheelchair she was being pushed in, twenty year old Anna Belle Lewis squirmed and whimpered, her tear stained face contorting with agony as the pain sliced into her sides again.&nbsp; She wanted to curl up and die, which is was why she had dragged herself from bed and rushed down to the hospital still in her night clothes.&nbsp; Behind her the attendant could barely suppress his features he quickly wheeled her out from the elevator and to the entrance of Ward B.&nbsp; In the wheelchair she squirmed again, crying out softly as the pain clung to her, made damn well sure she knew it was there and not going away any time soon.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong><em>Paging Dr. Goldwasser.&nbsp; Paging Dr. Goldwasser.</em></strong><br><br>&nbsp; "Please, please, please hurry!"&nbsp; she cried out, her arms wrapping tight around her slim waist as she began to gently rock herself in the wheelchair.&nbsp; "Oh God!&nbsp; I'm dying!&nbsp; I MUST BE DYING!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 10:32:02</strong>
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				<strong>Charly Angels, patient.</strong><br><br>It was peacefull in her world of dreams. No big parties with horny boys or drugs or alcohol. Serene and pristine nature. Mountain lakes and white snowy mountain tops. Very different from the various shades of the rainbow she was seeing before it all went black. And very different from the bright light shining in her eyes as she was rudely awakened.<br><br>"God damn you! Turn off the fu..."<br><br>She opened her eyes and sat up and looked around quite amazed at where she was.<br><br>"The fuck is this place? Where am I? Who the hell are you?"<br><br>Charly looked at the two interns at her bed conspicuously and then raised to sheets and looked under it to her body.<br><br>"Did you fuck me?"<br><br>Charly had been to a party and without her knowing it, snuffed heroine and judging by the scarce clothing she wore, somebody had to have taken advantage of her in her totally wiped out state. <br>The waking up bit now done, she suddenly felt the headache and other pains. She couldn't really tell where it was hurting as it seemed to be all of her body that hurts. Breathing out slowly, she lowered her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes again, waiting for the people at her bed to answer her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 15:57:41</strong>
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				<strong>Bambi Martin, Looking at Dr. Rogers and Dr. Adams, Deciding Hospitals Aren't All Bad</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.emeraldlich.com/uploads/Bambi.jpg)</div> <em>No hospitals</em>. That's what Bambi's boyfriend Ricco always told her, anyway. And gosh, Ricco was a guy who certainly knew about hospitals! He'd been shot before, twice! Who knew that being a sanitation worker could be so dangerous! But Ricco always told her, it was part of the territory, babe. Fortunately, Ricco knew a lot of doctors ... although they all seemed to be plastic surgeons, or veterinarians, who were shockingly good at treating gunshot victims and drug overdoses at all sorts of weird hours. <br><br>Bambi didn't question it, though. For that matter, she didn't really question much of anything. All she knew about Ricco was that he was hot, he could get her into all the hot clubs in the city, he bought her lots of nice things, including a car (who knew sanitation workers made so much money?), and the guy had a big cock and could fuck her senseless all night long.<br><br>Bambi worked as an airline stewardess as well. And lately, she'd been working the Miami - New York City route for Delta Airlines. So her little world was perfect ... some nights she'd be in New York City, partying with her boyfriend, and some days and nights, she'd be in sunny Miami, lying out on the beach and doing a little flirting with guys. Okay, sometimes the flirting led to other things - she'd wound up in bed with a few guys, she didn't mean it, but they always managed to talk her into it! - but she loved Ricco. Even though she'd fool around on him every once in awhile ... or maybe a little more than that.<br><br>Still, she loved Ricco enough to smuggle some stuff for him every week or so from Miami to New York. It was secret stuff, even though she was pretty sure it was drugs. But Ricco had sworn her to secrecy, so she didn't really know ... all she knew is Ricco called her his sexy accomplice, and that she couldn't tell anyone what she was doing. She didn't know what an accomplice was - and neither did any of her girlfriends, after she'd told them all about her smuggling stuff for Ricco - but it sounded cool. <br><br>The only thing she left out with her girlfriends is how she smuggled the stuff - it came wrapped in condoms, and she either had to shove them up her ass, or her pussy. Kind of like Ricco's cock, except it didn't feel as good. But telling people that didn't sound sexy, so she told her girlfriends instead that she had a steel suitcase with an atomic lock, like James Bond.<br><br>But on last night's flight back home from Miami, she'd started cramping. Really bad. Almost to the point of passing out. And she'd been sweating, and dizzy, and claustrophobic, like she was going to pass out ... she'd done the first thing Ricco told her - flush the condoms if you think you're in trouble - but as for calling him, and telling him she needed a doctor? Ricco worked so hard, she hated to call him in the middle of the night! <br><br>Instead, after she'd landed, one of the other flight attendants had driven her to Calvin Coolidge Memorial Hospital. Her legs still were really cramped up bad - she couldn't really walk - and she still felt incredibly dizzy. And her heart was pounding.<br><br>And she'd been admitted, and sent to a ward with other sick people. Ick.<br><br>She felt a little better, though, when the doctors finally started making their rounds. And especially when the two younger doctors started heading their way ... one was pretty cute, and the other ... <em>gosh</em>. Bambi never had been with a black guy before, but after seeing the doctor heading her way, she decided she wouldn't mind having a big helping of chocolate in bed with her.<br><br>"Hi, guys!" Bambi said to the doctors, as they approached her. She giggled, and gave them her best smile, and started to wave at them ... and then doubled over in agony as sharp pains shot through her side, beneath her ribs, and the cramps in her lower legs flared up again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 17:28:08</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">DAN RYAN, BED 6</span></strong><br><br>Dan groaned softly and clutched at his skinny belly, scarred from ineffective surgery, which was killing him, quite literally. He opened his yellow-tinged eyes, looked up, and forced a smile at one of his favourite nurses. Too bad she had to see him wasting away and bleeding out of his ass. He caught a sniff of her perfume and appreciatively ogled her breasts for a moment as she leaned close to adjust his pillows. <br><br><strong>"Hiya, Ginny Dee,"</strong> he greeted her with his rasping voice. <strong>"Looks like a beautiful day outside,"</strong> he nodded, sipping his coffee and wincing as he reached for a pack of cigarettes on his bedside table with his arm with an IV of morphine in it. Removing one, he casually smirked at the other patients of the ward as he enjoyed his privilege and lit it up.<br><br><strong>"Can you push me outside in a wheelchair later? As you see, I'm a sucker for fresh air,"</strong> he puffed, taking a sip of orange juice and reaching for a small steel ashtray with a lid that he kept hidden from doctors who weren't aware of his arrangement.<br><br>He felt a momentary stab of pain in his rotting guts, winced, sipped some more juice, and tried to eat some toast. Sometimes he managed to finish a whole slice in the morning, but his insides were&nbsp; torturing him rather badly today.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 19:52:37</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D. at bed 12 with Markum, Nurse Anderson and Charlotte Angels.</strong><br><br>31...32...33, it was harder than hell to pay attention to Markum as he was taking Charlotte's pulse, but his distracted eyes were focused on the other intern's lips as they moved, offering a nod here and there, trying not to lose count.&nbsp; Finishing as the suggestion of more heroin was brought up, he balked...couldn't help himself.&nbsp; "More heroin? I doubt she'll be needing any for quite some time.&nbsp; I'll tell you what, if she gets better enough to warrant withdrawal dope, she can be bounced right off this floor and into a rehab center."<br><br>Did they really want to announce the pharmacy's allocation of street drugs in this ward?&nbsp; It seemed to be crawling with users.&nbsp; <br><br>The rest of her suggestions seemed right in line, precisely why he didn't acknowledge them but instead went to work on the blood pressure cuff, not realizing the patient was coming to.&nbsp; Bobby's entire body jumped at Charlotte's words, the cuff falling to the floor as he grabbed his own chest.&nbsp; This girl looked close to death, so the fact that she was speaking was frightening...wait did she just asked if somebody had fucked her?<br><br>"Ah.." Bobby looked at Markum as though she would know the answer to that, as if he hadn't been with her the entire morning to serve as her alibi.&nbsp; Behind the other intern was a nurse, and considering it was his first day, he probably needed to consult one of the resident doctors, but Bobby was handing out orders like he was the fat man himself.<br><br>"Ms...Anderson, can you get a few bottles of charcoal while Miss...doctor Markum fills Ms. Angels in on her situation?"&nbsp; <br><br>Bobby did about three double takes on "Ms. Anderson," she looked familiar but he couldn't quite place her face, probably because he'd only ever seen it tackling a cock on film prior to this moment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 20:09:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Dallas, with Mr. Ryan in bed 6</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4195933#msg4195933">Quote from: Ramster on 29-01-2011, 17:28:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Hiya, Ginny Dee,"</strong>&nbsp; <strong>"Looks like a beautiful day outside,"</strong> <br><strong>"Can you push me outside in a wheelchair later? As you see, I'm a sucker for fresh air,"</strong> <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ginny grinned at his joke and hid the worried look that crossed her face when he winced from the pain of moving too much. <strong>"Sure I'll take you for a walk,"</strong> she told him cheerfully and moved to take a little look at his chart, scribbled her initials next to a short comment and then went about increasing his morphine drip a little bit. Couldn't have him hurting, the poor guy. <strong>"So,"</strong> she added and winked at him, <strong>"did you get a look at the new nurse?"</strong> She wiggled an eyebrow and gestured towards where Kate and Amaya were tending another patient. <br><br>She glanced at the interns, now spreading in couples to look at patients, and wondered who'd come see Mr. Ryan. He... or she... better not try anything silly with him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 20:26:26</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Nurse Anderson, with Miss Angels, Dr. Bob and Dr. Markum at bed 12</span></span></em><br><hr><br>Lottie arched a brow for a moment as the interns battled for the prize of 'who's the most clever cutie'. The woman was pretty and far too pretty to be hidden under a coat like that. Good for her though, to do what she wanted to do. Lottie certainly identified with that if nothing else. The guy was a hottie, on the other hand. Completely delicious, even if he sounded a little uptight. Oh well... That thought changed to a mischievous, almost invisible smirk when he addressed her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4196351#msg4196351">Quote from: Iraiz on 29-01-2011, 19:52:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ms...Anderson, can you get a few bottles of charcoal while Miss...doctor Markum fills Ms. Angels in on her situation?"&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His hesitation didn't go unnoticed and she recognized that hesitation clearly as well. The hot intern was not the first to recognize her from one of her films, and would probably not be the last... She didn't mind. She wasn't ashamed of her previous career.<br><br>She winked at the intern, glanced at his name-tag and swayed right past him. <strong>"Right away, <em>Boss</em>," </strong>she said and strolled down the ward and out the door to get the charcoal. She moved quickly now, despite the earlier flirty attitude, and was back with what she was asked for in a couple of minutes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 22:14:50</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">DR. JACKSON ROGERS, ATTENDING TO BAMBI MARTIN WITH DR. STANLEY ADAMS</span></strong><br><br><strong>"Nice to meet you Adams, I'm looking forward to working with you. Can you believe Dr. Bob, man? He's the smartass about my height who won't shut up, by the way. Someone TURF that man down to Gyno to have his head extracted from his rectum with obstetric forceps,"</strong> Jackson chuckled as he headed over to the blonde patient assigned to them. <strong>"Hey honey, you doing all right?"</strong> he grinned at the eager-looking young lady, then received an unfortunate answer when she doubled up in pain. Trying not to panic, Rogers grabbed the girl's charts. This one definitely <em>had</em> had an overdose. The way she was clutching her stomach definitely didn't look like she'd snorted or injected whatever was poisoning her.<br><br><strong>"Hey Bambi, I'm Doctor Jackson and this is Doctor Stan,"</strong> he said softly, feeling the side of her neck with two fingers to check her heart rate. It was racing. <strong>"She could seize at any moment, we should give her some diazepam if only to calm her down. Nurse! 15 milligrams of diazepam, stat!"</strong> he shouted at the pretty black haired nurse assigned to his patient. After injecting it in her upper arm, he smiled bravely at Bambi as he kept his hand on her neck to feel her pulse start to drop slowly. <strong>"Adams, can you close the curtains round the bed?"</strong> he asked.<br><br><strong>"You might feel a little woozy from the shot, honey, but it should make you feel a little better,"</strong> Jackson explained. She was almost too hot a patient to handle with gloves on, he thought to himself. <strong>"So Bambi, it says in your chart that you're a stewardess, and came to the hospital straight off the plane from Miami. How long did you start feeling sick for before you got here?"</strong> he asked, exchanging a grin with Adams. <strong>"Hold still, gurl, I'm just listening to see if your insides are calming down,"</strong> he grinned at her as he took out his stethoscope, feeling professional, and slowly slid the cold metal bell up Bambi's stomach, noting the rumbling and sloshing in her lower digestive tract, then moved the stethoscope higher, just under the ribcage to check her breathing, then, no doubt ticklishly, moved it higher still to rest in her cleavage and listen to her heart valves pumping and thumping. He suppressed the urge to grope her an inch or two from his stethoscope.<br><br>Jackson sat down on a chair beside her and motioned for Stan to take a seat too. Smiling angelically at Bambi, he took her hand and moved his head close to hers. <strong>"Tell me, Bambi, how much cocaine did you have inside you? It's OK, it'll be our secret, but we need to make sure we've got it all out,"</strong> he whispered, and lowered his ear to her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 23:59:52</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson with Jane Doe ...Bed 10, taking the blood work to the lab ...leaving B Ward. </strong><br><br>Paul stepped forward and fixed the issue with the IV ....as the Fatman seemed to of directed .&nbsp; The girl captured his heart as she seriously didn't seem to know her name and was rather frightened . He tapped her hand ...as she seemed to agree to be called Jane . Her nose started to bleed again and next thing he knew ...the Fatman wiped it and put it in a jar to be examined in the lab . <br><br>Paul smiled and just reached and took it , collecting then the other blood samples he had drawn earlier ....letting the interns to look over the x-ray and determine her fate .<strong> " Right away Sir ...."</strong>&nbsp; he answered as he gave a polite smile back to the woman in the bed . <strong>" I shall be back to check on you later mam' "</strong>&nbsp; and with that he scooted his ass the hell out of there quite thank-ful to be honest cause it was way too much commotion for a man with a hangover. <br><br>He stopped only briefly when he heard the Fatman call out for a lumbar puncture ....cringing at the thought of that but nope , no way he was interjecting on the situation . As he headed out of B ward towards the lab . <br><br>( Couple hours later ....he returns to &nbsp;the nursing station &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96115.msg4197363#new). ) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 01:23:52</strong>
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				<strong>Julie Markum, M.D. at bed 12 with Boss, Nurse Anderson and Charlotte Angels.</strong><br><br>Julie got the distinct impression she was missing something by the look on the Nurse's face and the fact that Dr. Boss looked rather embarrassed.&nbsp; The crudeness of the young lady, if she could be called that, in question was just par for the course with this type, she figured.<br><br>She gave Bob Boss a look that said, "You've got to be kidding."<br><br>Then, she turned to the young vulgar drug addict who seemed barely cognizant anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are in the Calivin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital.&nbsp; I am Doctor Julie Markum, this is Doctor Bob Boss, and that is your nurse," Julie said pausing to look at the nurse's name tag,"Nurse Anderson.&nbsp; You've overdosed on Heroine that was cut with something nasty, more likely, and we're trying to keep you from dying.&nbsp; No one here has touched you in anything less than a professional way."<br><br>"Nurse, please administer the charcoal through the drip," she said matter of factly to the nurse who had disappeared and returned in no time.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 14:34:37</strong>
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				<strong>Bambi Martin, with her New Friends Dr. Stan and Dr. Jackson</strong><br><br>Bambi couldn't breathe, the pain was so bad. It felt like her insides were closing up on themselves ... she'd never felt so awful before. She saw black spots in front of her eyes, and slumped back against the raised pillows in the bed. She was dimly aware of someone holding her arm, and a small, sharp pain following that ... and then, all of a sudden, she could breathe again.<br><br>Gasping, Bambi sat up. She grabbed her sides, her thin arms folded under her breasts. She looked up, and saw the concerned faces of Dr. Stan and Dr. Jackson. She gave them a small smile, to let them know she was okay. Her insides still hurt, but not as bad ... the pain was there, but, well, duller.<br><br>Bambi noticed the curtains drawn around the bed, too.<br><br><em>Oh no, am I in trouble?</em> she wondered.<br><br>Bambi nodded as Dr. Jackson asked her about the pain. "It probably started, oh, maybe around six this morning?" she said. "Halfway during the early flight from Miami to New York ... I work the early flight, which takes off around 5 AM. I'm supposed to go back tonight ... do think think I'll be well enough to fly?" She paused, a little uncertain. "I mean, fly in a plane. I know I can't fly by flapping my arms, I don't think anyone can do that, unless they take a lot of vitamins or something."<br><br>The stethoscope was cold as it traveled up Bambi's chest. She giggled madly as it came to rest between her breasts, even though laughing still made her sides hurt a little. "Ooh, that tickles," she said Dr. Jackson, grinning up at him. "Is that good?"<br><br>The grin faded, though, when he asked her about the cocaine. Her pretty brow furrowed, puzzled by his next question.<br><br>"No, I don't take drugs, and I definitely don't have any cocaine inside me!" Bambi said earnestly to Dr. Jackson. "I wouldn't have <em>anything </em>inside me." She glanced around nervously, trying to figure out if someone else might be listening to them. <br><br>"Besides, only an accomplice would put something inside themselves," she whispered to Dr. Jackson and Dr. Stan,&nbsp; "and even if they did, they'd keep it inside a steel suitcase with an atomic lock, because that's cool. They'd never have to coat, um, merchandise in baby oil and shove it really far up their ass. Accomplices don't do that ... at all." She nodded gravely, proud that she was keeping her secret so well.<br><br>Although ... there was something troubling her. "Merchandise - and I don't have any, I swear, I'm not an accomplice! - that couldn't be cocaine, could it? I mean merchandise is, well, y'know, merchandise, right? Like, valuable stuff, or something?" She scratched her head. "Not that I have any ..."<br><br>Bambi ran her hands through her hair. "Oh no," she whispered, "I'm not in trouble, am I? Please don't let me get in trouble again ..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 15:49:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Amaya -- With Nurse Frost seeing Mrs. S</em>.</strong> </span></span><br><br>Was Mrs. S even listening to her?&nbsp; As Amaya drew away the stethoscope from her chest area, she quickly popped open one of Mrs. S's eyes.&nbsp; Nope!&nbsp; Asleep.&nbsp; Drat.&nbsp; Kate had said good morning to her, she had assumed the patient was awake.&nbsp; Oh well!&nbsp; She simply smiled and gave a small shrug as she leaned back, glanced up at Kate when she spoke and gave a slight nod of her dark head.&nbsp; And very much tried not to wince at the thought of the bedpan!&nbsp; It could be worse, though, she thought as she briefly glanced up at Kate and knew she had been spared the worst of it.&nbsp; Once noting the measurements and times on the chart, she snapped on her own pair of gloves and a face mask (to prevent as much of the awful smells as possible) and made quick work of possible of exchanging the bedpans.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; There were peas last night for dinner!" Exclaimed behind her facial mask with a soft chuckle before she carefully whisked it away, her nose scrunching and eyes giving a quick roll of amusement.&nbsp; <br><br>A few minutes after she returned with a fresh bedpan and was still smiling as she bent over, maybe even humming as she did the menial work; for a second she shivered when she felt the rush of air flutter up under her uniform skirt and over her bear rear underneath.&nbsp; &nbsp;What had Kate and Mox been referring to?&nbsp; She really hadn't heard much of it, just a mention of favors and break.&nbsp; Maybe she'd find out later.&nbsp; For now... she let her eyes flutter across the ward, skimmed over the other Doctors and Nurses that were present.&nbsp; It had been four years since that horrible man left her heart broken.&nbsp; And what could daddy say against someone in the health care profession?&nbsp; <em>Nothing!</em>&nbsp; Of course, maybe daddy wouldn't even have to know...<br><br>For a moment they rested the dark skinned Doctor and the shorter one that disappeared behind one of the curtains.&nbsp; She felt the rush of flutters go through her stomach and fought a wider grin as she looked back to Kate, assisted with what she could until they were ready to move on to the next patient.&nbsp; <br><br>"Some totally cute doctors here, yeah?" whispered to Kate, a small flash going through her warm chocolate eyes.&nbsp; "Guess it's a good thing there's no policy about co-workers," softly giggled, and oh yes, she blushed.&nbsp; Deeply.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 21:13:44</strong>
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				<strong>THE FAT MAN, TAKING ANNA BELLE LEWIS TO HIS OFFICE, THEN RUNNING BACK AND FORTH</strong><br><br>As the screaming young patient was wheeled out of the elevator, The Fat Man paid attention to where she was clutching herself as she screamed in pain and wheeled her briskly down the hall to his office.<br><br><strong>"Hi, I'm Doctor Goldwasser, what's your name? We'll get you something for the pain right away honey, they just want to make sure you aren't intolerant to the drugs when you first arrive before they give you any."</strong><br><br>He pushed her inside his office and grabbed a bottle of 15 mg hydrocodone tablets, a bit of a monster dose but very effective in calming and soothing patients in pain of all kinds. <strong>"Here, have some tasty painkillers!"</strong> he smiled, popping a pill between her lips and handing her a glass of water.<br><br><strong>"Can you lie down on the examining table please? The pill should start working fast, and I'll get another doctor to help me out while we find out what's wrong with you. I'll be just across the hall in B Ward. Just shout if you need anything, and don't go anywhere!"</strong> he asked, pointing to the examining table beside a cabinet of medical supplies.<br><br><strong>"Virginia Dallas! And... Doctor Stanley Adams! I need you in my office right now. Mox Harris! Next admission coming up is all yours, get that LP done and use all the terns you need when he arrives, he's in bad shape,"</strong> he shouted, stepping into B Ward for a moment. Neither seemed to be in the middle of anything too important, and he wanted to give Adams a hands-on lesson to catch up on what he'd missed before he arrived.<br><br>Stepping back into his office, he sat down beside the patient and smiled at her, gently taking her hand and squeezing it.<br><br><strong>"I hope you're feeling a little better. Before I give you a thorough examination, can you tell me where you can feel the pain in your belly and when it started?"</strong><br><br>He took notes and waited for the assistance he'd called in to arrive. Doctor Stanley Adams was about to start his <em>real</em> education. Whoever said being a proctologist and gastroenterologist wasn't fun?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 22:43:26</strong>
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				<strong>Kate, Attending to Mrs. Staudemeyer With Amaya</strong><br><br>To Kate's surprise, Amaya took to her bedpan duties with remarkable good cheer. As the lovely new nurse left with Mrs. Staudemeyer's smelly, soiled gift to the ward, Kate reluctantly pulled the sheets away from her patient and pulled up the woman's hospital nightgown. She reached between the woman's legs, and gently removed the woman's catheter ... and received a quick yellow splash of urine on her gloves and her forearms.<br><br>"Thanks, Mrs. Staudemeyer," Kate murmured. She was annoyed, but not too much ... after all, just <em>look</em> at the sad old woman. She looked so frail, and tired ... even if she told the most boring, inane stories on the planet, Kate still felt sorry for her. The least she could do is make the woman comfortable.<br><br>Kate quickly ran over to a workstation, where she grabbed some supplies. Gently, she cleaned up Mrs. Staudemeyer, and swabbed her with some alcohol. She put fresh lube on a new catheter, and with delicate care inserted it into the woman's urethra. She checked the bag to see if it was drawing properly - it was - and then swapped out the half-full old bag for a fresh new one.<br><br>Amaya returned right when Kate was in the middle of changing Mrs. Staudemeyer's bedsheet. She watched rather admiringly as the new nurse bent over to put the bedpan in place ... <em>what a sexy little ass</em>, Kate thought. <em>Yum yum yum</em>. Visions of kissing that taut little asscheeks ran briefly through Kate's head, as well as spanking them until they turned bright red.<br><br>Kate wondered if Amaya was into girls.<br><br>"Well, that ought to do it," Kate said to Amaya. "Nicely done ... and, by the way, I agree. Some <em>very</em> cute doctors here."<br><br>Taking Mrs. Staudemeyer's chart, Kate jotted down some notes, and then put it back at the edge of the bed. She took a step back, right behind Amaya, pretending to look at her patient ... when, in fact, her attention was totally on her co-worker.<br><br>"Some very cute nurses here, too." <br><br>Kate reached out a hand, and gave that sexy ass of Amaya's a quick, soft squeeze. She immediately clasped her hands together before Amaya could say or do anything, and started towards Mrs. Golding's bed.<br><br>"C'mon, Amaya," Kate said. "Let's see what we can do for Mrs. Golding this morning ... never a dull moment, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:18:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/wheelerambrosio-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/RP%20character%20ideas/Virginia%20Dallas/NURSE-SARAH-1.jpg?t=1296421101)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Dallas with Doctor Stanley Adams, The Fat Man and patient Anna Belle Lewis</em></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>~The Fat Man's office across the hall from B-Ward~</em></span></span><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4199898#msg4199898">Quote from: Ramster on 30-01-2011, 21:13:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Virginia Dallas! And... Doctor Stanley Adams! I need you in my office right now."</strong> <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ginny cast Mr. Ryan in bed six an apologetic smile. "I'll come by later, Dan, for that walk. All right?" She quickly made sure he had everything he needed and rushed down the ward. Zig-zaging between interns and nurses doing their jobs and rushing past head nurse Fairchild who seemed to be watching Kate and Amaya with much interest, she tried to look out to see who Stanley Adams might be. She noticed someone moving to the door with her, but he might just be going to the supply room or something. <em>Anyway...</em> She cleared her head of silly thoughts on good looking guys and focused on the task at hand. She was needed with a patient and called in by The Fat Man himself. Best not blow that one. <em>Err... that chance. Best not blow that chance...</em><br><br>She pushed open the door to the office and walked right over to the examining bed, making sure the rush didn't show in her demeanor. The patient was a pretty brunette, obviously in a great deal of pain. Ginny sneaked a glance at the papers from downstairs and then smiled what she hoped was a friendly, calming smile. "Hello Miss Lewis, I'm Nurse Dallas." She turned to the doctor with a small nod and waited for his orders. <br><br><hr><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r240/YulesRo/022.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://tellmetwin.com/resources/uploads/item_image/original/6954104_12317081.jpg?rand=725827966)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><br>Nurse Anderson with Dr. Markum and Dr. Bob and patient Charlotte Angels</em></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Bed 12 in the B-Ward</em></span></span><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4197339#msg4197339">Quote from: Cecilia on 30-01-2011, 01:23:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Nurse, please administer the charcoal through the drip," she said matter of factly to the nurse who had disappeared and returned in no time.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lottie drew a deep breath to calm her heart a little after the semi-sprint from the ward, to the supply cabinet and back. <em>That's what you get for trying to look good... You need to run to still be quick to do what you're asked to do,</em> she thought as she cursed herself for just strolling down the ward earlier. This girl here might need that drip A.S.A.P! Or at least, sometime soon... Lottie tended to over-dramatize things a little bit, a habit from her career perhaps? <br><br>As soon as she'd done as miss doctor Markum asked, she squeezed the patient's shoulder gently. "Hello darling," she said in a soft voice and leaned a little down, "I'm nurse Anderson. We'll look out for you here, don't you worry," she added, thinking of what miss doctor Markum had been saying when she returned. Poor thing, if someone had raped her... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 03:01:40</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D. with Markum, Nurse Anderson, and Charlotte Angels</strong><br><br>That is one sexual, erm, casual walk nurse Anderson took to get that charcoal, Bobby thought as she left the bed.&nbsp; Turning to the patient, he asks, "Charlotte, do you think somebody had sex with you against your will while you were passed out?&nbsp; If so, Dr. Markum here can do an examination and then you will need to speak to the police."&nbsp; Bobby clicked his pen, jotting down notes while he waited for the patient's response and for the drip to get started.&nbsp; How old was this patient, anyways? Flipping to the front of her record, he notes she's 23 and then studies her youthful face.&nbsp; He would have pegged her for 16 or 17, out of fuck's reach, that's for sure.&nbsp; He stood corrected.<br><br>Bobby moved around to the side of the bed, joining Nurse Anderson, "Do I know you from somewhere, you look very familiar.&nbsp; Are you from Boston?" His voice was lowered, eyes watching the IV tube to make sure it was flowing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 07:22:50</strong>
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				<hr><strong>~Dr. Stanley Adams (http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/krystal_dragoness13/intermfordocgame.jpg) unexpectedly being called away from his first assignment as an intern.~</strong><br><hr><br>Adams had just closed the curtain around the bed as Rogers had asked him to do when he heard the voice of his immediate boss loud and clear over the other voices that could be heard through out Ward B.&nbsp; These voices&nbsp; causing a pleasant buzz of back ground noise to off shoot all the medical devises that were busy clicking or beeping away.<br><br><em><strong>"Virginia Dallas! And... Doctor Stanley Adams! I need you in my office right now!"</strong></em><br><br><strong>"Sorry Rogers looks like your going to have to take this one on your own... at least for now.&nbsp; Can you believe it tho... first day on the job and already getting called to the big man's office.&nbsp; Course I guess it can't be all that bad since I wont be headed that way alone.&nbsp; Anyway gotta run... hope to catch up with you later."</strong>&nbsp; Adams gave their patient a light pat on the shoulder... <strong>"You'll be alright sweetie, Dr. Rogers has a good head on his shoulders."</strong><br><br>Then he slipped out from behind the curtain and hurried off to his bosses office walking in on time to hear&nbsp; <strong><em>"Hello Miss Lewis, I'm Nurse Dallas."</em>&nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; <strong>"And my name is Dr. Adams.&nbsp; What seems to be the problem here?" </strong> Stanley said as he took his stethoscope from around his preparing to listen to the woman's heart and lungs.&nbsp; In med school they had told them that was one of the tricks of the trade in an effort to make the patients feel more comfortable.&nbsp; After all it was one of the most well known parts of any examination and could be counted on happening with in the first few minutes of any doctors visit if not following on the heels of a tongue depressor being slipped into the mouth and being told to say Ahhhhhhh. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 09:29:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Amaya -- With Kate, a little stunned and moving on to their next patient</em>.</strong> </span></span><br><br>For a moment Amaya didn't move.&nbsp; She frozen even as Kate was moving on to their next bed and stared, wide eyed, at the sleeping Mrs. S and tried very hard to ignore the small rush of tingles that lingered. <em> Had Kate... her hand... there?&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; No, she definitely hadn't imagined that!&nbsp; But why had <em>she</em> tingled?&nbsp; Kate was a girl!&nbsp; A girl.&nbsp; Like her.&nbsp; Girls didn't do those sorts of things... did they?&nbsp; This was not something that had ever been discussed, and something she very much doubted she could ask either of her parents about.&nbsp; She didn't think she'd ever seen this on an episode of General Hospital, either.&nbsp; Realizing Kate was well on her way to the next bed, Amaya's lashes fluttered and she snapped herself back into the present.&nbsp; <br><br>"R-right, Mrs. G!"&nbsp; <br><br>She swallowed and turned, smoothing away imaginary wrinkles from the front of her skirt, and quickly caught up to where Kate was leading them.&nbsp; Her thoughts, however, were anywhere but on the patient!&nbsp; Even as she smiled down to the woman, she couldn't help but glance at Kate from the corner of her eye and knew her cheeks were flushing with warmth at the mere thought of what had just transpired.&nbsp; Groping had been mentioned, but she'd assumed that would come from the patients and possibly a few of the doctors.&nbsp; Nurse Kate?&nbsp; She waited for the thought of how she hoped it wouldn't happen again and found herself a little surprised that it never came.&nbsp; It certainly hadn't felt bad, not if the tingles were any indication.&nbsp; It was, perhaps, by sheer accident that Amaya's fingers lightly brushed along Kate's thigh as she came up beside her and reached to carefully adjust Mrs. Golding's blanket.&nbsp; <br><br>Her smile was as bright as ever when she looked at Mrs. Golding and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Golding!&nbsp; Sleep well?"<br><br><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Anna Belle Lewis -- Being attended to by The Fat Man, Nurse Dallas and Doctor Adams</em>.</strong> </span></span><br><br>"Anna Belle... My name is Anna Belle.&nbsp; It hurts EVERYWHERE!&nbsp; I'm dying!&nbsp; I think I'm <em>dying</em>!"&nbsp; Well, not quite.&nbsp; Anna Belle had not stopped holding tightly to her sides, even more tears slipping down from her puffy blue-green eyes as she squirmed and whimpered in the chair.&nbsp; "My sides, Doctor!&nbsp; Oooh, they hurt."&nbsp; Those words were nearly moaned as she arched in the wheelchair and hiccuped out a sob.&nbsp; Her lips very quickly parted for the pill, the glass of water merely sipped at to moisten her throat just enough, the glass clutched hard with one trembling hand before she passed it back to him.&nbsp; Don't go anywhere?!&nbsp; For one sheer second she could only stare dumbfounded at him before another whimper sobbed through.&nbsp; Where the fuck was she going to go?!&nbsp; <br><br>By the time he returned, Anna Belle had managed to get herself from the wheelchair to the bed.&nbsp; The little happy pill had certainly started to kick in; she was no longer clutching at her sides, instead reduced to softened whimpers and her full mouth caught in a small pout.&nbsp; Her eyes, still clouded with tears, flickered from the nurse and doctor that came in behind The Fat Man as her hand curled around the offered one.&nbsp; Once more she hiccuped, sniffled as she felt the pain going through her and winced, though it wasn't nearly as bad as before.&nbsp; Certainly not at all as bad as when she woke up. <br><br>"It s-started about six.&nbsp; This mornin'.&nbsp; I woke up to all this pain in my sides and finally came here when it just kept getting worse and not going away.&nbsp; Am I dying, Doctor?&nbsp; Please tell me I'm not dying!&nbsp; I can't die yet!"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 11:50:33</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Anderson, with Dr. Bob and Miss Doctor Markum tending Miss Angels in bed 12.</em></span></span><br><hr><br>The hottie Doc Intern moved to her side and she did her best to keep from chuckling at his question. <strong>"Am I from Boston? No, sugar. I'm not from Boston."</strong> She adjusted miss Angels' sheets and patted the girl's shoulder in a comforting way, offering her a small smile, then turned to face Dr. Boss. This was not exactly the place to explain to him where he might have seen her, and not really the place to hint at it either. It wasn't like she was going to ask him if he frequented adult theaters along with med school... Not in front of a possible rape victim anyway. <br><br>She flashed him a little grin and brushed that stubborn stray lock behind her ear again, tugged at her uniform absent mindedly and tilted her head. <strong>"Well, you don't look familiar at all. Perhaps I just remind you of someone else."</strong><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Patient Vanessa Golding, Miss June... with nurse Frost and Forman, bed 9</em></span></span><br><hr><em><br>Mrs. Golding. No no...</em> The young woman glanced between the two nurses and bit her lip, heart pounding in her chest and aching in every beat because of that nasty thing in her, the tube. <em>The girls say Golding... Miss June is not Golding, Miss June is Miss june...</em> She shifted on the bed and clenched her fingers around the sheets, pulling them up a little and dropping them over and over and ignoring the pain in her arm, caused by the movement. Her eyes teared up though. <em>Miss June shouldn't be here... Miss June should be outside in the sunshine. </em> She nodded and glanced at the window, then the nurse who had spoken to her and then the door. Without a word she started climbing out of the bed, feet swinging over the side and sheets pulled with her. <strong>"Miss June, please,"</strong> she said in a whisper of a voice to the nurse, <strong>"And I want to go now."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 17:55:40</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson returning B-ward ....taking in the activity ....before moving to assist anyone . </strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/pic02-1.jpg)</div><br>Paul walked through the doors ...feeling a little better than earlier with the effects of the hangover slightly moving out of his body. Really needed to work out this evening to make up for the abuse he had put his body through . With a glance of his head to see what all was going on and where he might be needed , taking in the zoo as he called it . <br><br>A slow drawn in breath as he paused looking over each bed ....slowly walking back towards Bed 10 with a Miss Jane Doe inside the curtains ....seemed a few interns were preparing her for the procedure that was ordered . Or maybe they had finished . Paul stood looking over the scene at hand trying to determine if they needed any assistance or should he checked on a new patient . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 23:03:18</strong>
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				<strong>Julie Markum, M.D. at bed 12 with Boss, Nurse Anderson and Charlotte Angels.</strong><br><hr><br>Julie watched as Nurse Anderson got the drip going.&nbsp; She could hardly believe her ears when she heard her colleague tell the patient that she could do an exam.&nbsp; She gave him a withering look and mouthed, "Are You afraid to examine a woman?"&nbsp; &nbsp;as he started to chat up the nurse.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes and grabbed the chart, putting the orders in the neatest handwriting on this particular page so far.<br><br>"Miss Angels,"she said, quietly.&nbsp; "I need you to describe any pain you are feeling...any at all."<br><br>Julie looked up at Boss as she slowly uncovered the patient's feet and pinched the toenails.&nbsp; The coloration was off, showing signs of possible lower oxygen levels and possible system failure.<br><br>"Nurse Anderson," she said, drawing the nurse's attention away from Dr. Boss,"I've put this in the chart, but any sign of detox behavior, and I want to know about it.&nbsp; She doesn't need any additional stress on the system."<br><br>She didn't agree with Boss' assessment that Heroine withdrawal should be handled by immediate cessation.&nbsp; She wondered if either Dr. Harris or Goldwasser would have any particular ideas on the subject.&nbsp; &nbsp; She put the blanket back on the patient's legs and waited for the woman to answer if she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:24:54</strong>
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				<br><strong><strong>Mox Harris, M.D. --Roaming and Supervising in Ward B</strong><br></strong><hr><br>Mox had to agree with Goldwasser's assessment of Jane Doe's gray matter.&nbsp; He wished, frequently, that they had some way of looking at the brain that showed the delicate intricacies and not just vague shapes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He moved up and down the ward, listening in and observing people at their various tasks, not too concerned about any of the new interns killing anyone so easily or so soon.&nbsp; Sure, it was almost a given that someone would die here, in this very room maybe within hours.&nbsp; It was inevitable.&nbsp; <br><br>He nodded occasionally as people noticed his presence but generally let them do their work.&nbsp; &nbsp;When Goldwasser gave him the heads up about the next patient coming up he looked around the ward to see who was active on an emergent case or who might be available.<br><br>Cliff Harris and Montero were with Jane Doe, Markum and Boss were with Angels.&nbsp; Goldwasser had called out the other new guy, what was his name? Stanley?&nbsp; Mox made a note to look at him again.&nbsp; It wasn't like him to forget a name.&nbsp; He pulled his lower lip out in thought for a moment and made a quick assessment.&nbsp; <br><br>"Boss, wrap it up, hand over the patient to Markum and be ready to join me with the new case," he said.&nbsp; He'd prefer to work with Markum, but that patient looked like she would be in better hands with a female doctor anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>Mox blew a friendly&nbsp; kiss and winked at Nurse Lottie Anderson after speaking to Boss.&nbsp; Picking up the chart he signed off on the orders without saying anything.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would be interesting to see how the two resolved the issue around the detox.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 06:04:12</strong>
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				Bobby shot Markum a look that said, 'I'm not done with you', but for the time being he cocked his head at nurse Anderson, studying her face.&nbsp; Perhaps if he were studying her breasts, he'd be be able to identify her in about 0.2 seconds.&nbsp; She was cute though, the way she called him 'sugar,' drawing the first smile of the day to his face.&nbsp; "I think I'd remember somebody like you a little better than this, but I'm looking forward to figuring this out...soon."&nbsp; <br><br>With Markum done making her pretty notes in the chart, Bobby drapes an arm over her shoulder and side steps to the empty bed next to them for a moment of privacy. "Just imagine for a moment that you had been raped and then a doctor, just a few years older than you, lifts your hospital gown and beings to probe your vagina with his fingers," Bobby lifted his hand, two long digits swirling the air in front of her face.&nbsp; "Now, imagine that behind that doctor stood a woman, who because she wanted to further the existence of her sex decided to become a doctor but then simply stood and watched a man perform a vaginal exam to the confusion and horror of the patient <em>and</em> victim on the bed.&nbsp; Now, unless your feminist nightmare has come true and she was raped by a woman, I suggest you put on a pair of gloves."<br><br>With a hard squeeze at the top of her arm, Bobby was thankfully saved by Mox calling for his attention, leaving her with "You've got a good head on your shoulders, don't let your heart get in the way of that detox situation."&nbsp; Joining Mox, he reaches for his hand as they move down the row together, "We never formally met, I'm Bobby Boss and you were right about Markum, she's got the brain in the bunch, for sure."&nbsp; <br><br>Bobby knew what cards to play with whom.&nbsp; With the interns, he was sure to let them know who was on top and for now it seemed like Markum was the only one that wouldn't roll over for him.&nbsp; As for the resident docs, his nose was basically buried in their asses it was so brown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 10:02:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Lottie Anderson with Dr. Bobby Boss and Dr. Julie Markum at bed 12 with patient Charlotte Angels</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4204523#msg4204523">Quote from: Cecilia on 31-01-2011, 23:03:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Nurse Anderson," she said, drawing the nurse's attention away from Dr. Boss,"I've put this in the chart, but any sign of detox behavior, and I want to know about it.&nbsp; She doesn't need any additional stress on the system."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lottie nodded firmly at Markum's request, <strong>"I'll keep a good eye on her,"</strong> She said and added in a friendlier tone, <strong>"and let you know immediately if something changes."</strong> She could practically smell the distaste the other woman had for her but it wasn't all that unexpected. Of course, she didn't know if Markum acted this way with everybody, so for now she assumed it had to do with her personally. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4206235#msg4206235">Quote from: Iraiz on 01-02-2011, 06:04:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think I'd remember somebody like you a little better than this, but I'm looking forward to figuring this out...soon."&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Turning to Dr. Boss again, Lottie just smiled and then her attention got diverted by the oh-so-sexable Dr. Mox who blew her a kiss and winked after addressing the hottie intern. She winked back at the doctor over the intern's shoulder and then flashed Bobby a quick, cheeky grin as he walked away. She knew he'd be surprised when he put the pieces together, but would he be pleasantly surprised or shockingly surprised? Not over her movies, people were usually pretty much all right with those, no. Over her being a nurse now. That was where people seemed to stumble over their words. 'Nurse Strangelove was now Nurse Anderson? Was the crotch of her panties still open? Would she still be bent over an examining table and fucked by a head nurse with a strap-on?'. Of course they rarely said that, but their thoughts were usually... not that hard to discover. <br><br>Lottie suppressed a chuckle to avoid further looks from Dr. Markum and asked her quietly, <strong>"Should I close the curtain?" </strong>She assumed the intern was going to do an examination on Miss Angels and an intimate one at that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 10:55:14</strong>
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				<strong>Charlotte Angels in bed with nurses and doctors around her.</strong><br><br><em>"You are in the Calivin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital.&nbsp; I am Doctor Julie Markum, this is Doctor Bob Boss, and that is your nurse. You've overdosed on Heroine that was cut with something nasty, more likely, and we're trying to keep you from dying.&nbsp; No one here has touched you in anything less than a professional way."</em><br><br>Heroine? Still with only half her brain capacity available she tried to think back where she had been. The night club. The boys. Did they give her heroine? Instinctively she inhaled through her nose and rubbed her fingers over it.<br><br>"No..." she muttered.<br>"No it wasn't heroine. It was cocaine. They told me it was cocaine!"<br><br>She watched the nurse and couldn't help but thinking that she knew the woman. As she began working on the iv Charly sat up in the bed a little bit and looked around the ward. This wasn't happening. Black doctors? Female doctors? Pornstar nurses? That was it!<br><br><em>"I'm nurse Anderson. We'll look out for you here, don't you worry."</em><br><br>"I know you! You are Delilah Diamond! You did that great blowjob on the guy... ehm.. what was his name again..." <br><br>She thought about it for a moment but before she could come to the name of the man the female doctor leaned over to her.<br><br><em>"Miss Angels,"she said, quietly.&nbsp; "I need you to describe any pain you are feeling...any at all."</em><br><br>Charly felt the pinching in her toes but they didn't hurt. She wriggled her toes instinctively and giggled a bit when Dr Markum took her other foot.<br><br>"It doesn't hurt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 11:10:23</strong>
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				<strong><strong>Jordina Montero with Jane Doe.</strong></strong><br><br>A lumbar puncture? Did Dr. Greenwasser really wanted <em>them</em> to do that already? She gave an insecure look at the other intern, Cliff and then took a deep breath. They had to wait for tox reports from the lab anyway. How hard could it be to perform a lumbar puncture?<br><br>"Alright Miss... Jane," she said not sure how to call this woman.<br><br>"We are investigating you on lead poisoning. Some make up has lots of lead in them and too much lead in the blood can cause problems."<br><br>She got to the side of the bed and sat down next to the young girl and put her hand on her arm.<br><br>"You didn't count too well. That may be consistent to lead poisoning. Don't worry though, we can cure it."<br><br>Jordina began to run some standard tests as bloodpressure and heart rate and then explained to the young woman what was going to happen.<br><br>"Jane we will perform a lumbar puncture on you. In short it means we are going to stick a needle in your spine to rule out some other things. It's not as scary as it sounds but it is important that you do exactly as we tell you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 14:47:00</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Jackson Rogers, now alone with Bambi Martin at Bed 11 with the curtains closed</strong><br><br>Jackson&nbsp; smiled warmly at his first patient of his very own when Stan was called outside. He could hardly say he minded a little time alone with her.<br><br><strong>"Bambi,"</strong> he said softly, <strong>"don't worry, you're not gonna get in trouble. I'm your doctor, and <em>everything</em> stays a secret between us. So let's say that you might have taken some merchandise, by which I mean cocaine, with you on that flight. Supposing you had, you'd have coated it in baby oil and shoved it deep up your ass, huh? I'm afraid that <em>if</em> you'd done anything like that, the merchandise might have started leaking, which might just be why you started feeling so sick you ended up here."</strong><br><br>He raised his eyebrows with the same slightly mischievous smile and sat down on the bed beside her. <strong>"OK honey, I want you to relax for me. I'm goinna have to put my fingers up your ass and make really sure that you got the cocaine all out of there, so you don't collapse again when we let you outta the hospital. I'm not gonna hurt you, and just me and you are the only ones who know, OK?"</strong> Lowering his head almost to her face, he looked into her eyes and smirked. <br><br><strong>"Trust me baby, I'm here to help you get better. Now can you just roll onto your front for me honey?"</strong> he smirked, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves and grabbing a big jar of medical lubricant. <strong>"I'll be very gentle, unless you like it a little rough,"</strong> he chuckled in her ear. Damn, not even TV had warned him practicing medicine could be so sexy!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 01:48:02</strong>
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				<strong>THE FAT MAN, IN HIS OFFICE, WITH DR. STANLEY ADAMS, VIRGINIA DALLAS AND PATIENT ANNA BELLE LEWIS</strong><br><br><strong>"You'll live honey, and you're in good hands,"</strong> the Fat Man chuckled. <strong>"Now can you breathe slowly in and out please?"</strong> He calmly pushed the girl's top up a little to look at her abdomen, and lightly moved his stethoscope over it, listening whether Anna Belle's condition wasn't just a bad case of gas or something she ate. A raised eyebrow at Stanley indicated he was to pay close attention to this important lesson in How To Treat Tummy Aches.<br><br><strong>"Does it hurt when I press here... and here?"</strong> he asked, prodding her with his fingers in her sides and lower stomach. <br><br><strong>"Hmmm, strange,"</strong> he muttered to himself as he felt a small, firm lump inside her where none was meant to be, either in her intestines or possibly her uterus.<br><br><strong>"Miss Lewis, I'm going to take an ultrasound of your insides to see if I can find the source of the trouble. It won't hurt a bit, but if I can't see what's wrong on the machine, I'll have to give you a pelvic-rectal examination to feel for abnormalities,"</strong> he explained with a friendly, concerned smile, while rubbing cold jelly into Anna Belle's stomach.<br><br>Once he was rolling the scanner over his patient's abdomen, he watched the small, grainy black and white screen of the ultrasound for clues. The Fat Man took off his glasses and squinted at something repeatedly, poking a finger at it and looking curiously at Dr. Adams. <br><br><strong>"There's definitely a lump which shouldn't be there,"</strong> he said calmly and seriously to his patient. <strong>"I can't see what or exactly where it is on this grainy screen here, but we're going to have to find it and maybe take a biopsy before things get worse. It could be an inflamed appendix, or a cyst somewhere. I'd like to repeat at this point that you're still not going to die. Please stay calm, take off your pants and panties, and spread your legs on the table please, so I can find out what's wrong. Pay attention please, Miss Dallas, you're chaperoning."</strong> <br><br>He spread out a white, soft towel on the examining table, and with great willpower restrained himself from getting an erection.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 02:31:21</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson returning B-ward&nbsp; , moving to aide Jordina Montero with Jane Doe- Bed 10 </strong><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Jane we will perform a lumbar puncture on you. In short it means we are going to stick a needle in your spine to rule out some other things. It's not as scary as it sounds but it is important that you do exactly as we tell you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Paul entered in behind the curtain ...moving to assist ...as he reached out and took the woman's hand . <strong>" I will be right here ...you will just need to lay still . " </strong>as he nodded his head. His voice was soft and he squeezed her hand . Looking back at the intern that was going to do the procedure . She looked as if she knew what the hell she was doing . He hoped so anyways but his face never showed his concern . <br><br>This poor woman ..woke up here after hitting her head and don't even know her name or nothing . It was difficult not to feel for her situation . Though it was taught to consider each patient as a number to leave your human side at the door . Being here sometimes felt so inhuman ..still to Paul some humanity should be a part of your life so he was one of those foolish ones that took it more to heart . He liked helping people it made him feel good . <br><br>Taking a hand he placed it on her arm to help manipulate Miss Jane Doe into whatever position that the intern required . He would be as gentle as possible but would in the end hold he to keep her from moving .&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 05:16:43</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Dr. Stanley Adams in the Fat man's office with the big man himself, Nurse Dallas and Patient Anna Belle Lewis</strong><br><hr><br>Dr. Adams watched and listened as his boss poked and prodded while Keeping a running dialogue with the patient.&nbsp; So far everything was pretty standard as far as what he had learned in Med School but he kept his eyes open all the same.&nbsp; It was considerably different learning something in a class and seeing the procedure up close in personal.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"If I may Doctor there may be yet another possibility that you have not mentioned.&nbsp; Considering the position of the lump itself I do not think we should rule out the possibility that it could be a still borne fetus that for what ever reasons has not been as of yet miss carried.&nbsp; That could very well explain her abdominal cramping.&nbsp; Sir." </strong>&nbsp; <em>'Oh yeah having the nerve to voice an opinion to a superior... being late for work... at this rate I'll be washing out bed pans by the end of the day if I haven't been kicked out before then.'</em>&nbsp; Stanley thought bitterly to himself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 16:45:27</strong>
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				JANE DOE, IN BED 10, WITH DRS. MONTERO AND HARRIS, AND PAUL JAMESON<br><br><strong>“Lead poisoning?” </strong> Jane asked Dr. Montero. She was very confused, hearing that! <strong>“How can make up make you sick, I don’t understand?”</strong> But Dr. Montero, she gived Jane a very serious look. Jane knowed, that Dr. Montero, and other doctors and nurses, only wanted to help her, and make her better.<br><br>So Jane layed on her side, she moved so the doctors could give her the treatment. She breathed very fast though, when she saw the big needle, that they would use. It frightened her, so much, she holded Paul’s hand, very tight, for comfort! <strong>“You need to put that, in my back?”</strong> Jane asked, very nervous. <strong>“Do I get some thing, that puts me to sleep? And I don’t understand, if my lip stick makes me sick, why do you need checking my spine?”</strong><br><br>But Paul’s voice soothed Jane, it maked her more calm. His friendly smile, it telled her every thing would be ok. So she stayed still, like he asked. And she closed her eyes, she waited for Dr. Montero or Dr. Harris, to give her the treatment. She hoped it didn’t hurt, too much!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 22:02:55</strong>
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				<strong>Bambi Martin, with Dr. Jackson Rogers, Behind the Curtains of Bed 11</strong><br><br>“Oh no,” Bambi said. Her face fell, sad and dejected. “The merchandise could be cocaine? That’s not what Ricco told me … um, y’know, if I happened to know anyone named Ricco, which I don’t, y’know.” Her face turned red, and found herself unable to look Dr. Jackson in the eyes. Even though she liked looking in his eyes … the doctor was really quite a fox, as far as Bambi was concerned.<br><br>“Oh, but I know, doctor!” Bambi’s face brightened. He held up her hand, like she was a student being called on by a teacher in a classroom. “Maybe, while I was, y’know, working on the plane? Some sinister gentleman, he secretly drugged me. And, y’know, without my knowing it, he just happened to coat five party balloons in baby oil and shove them up my ass, without anyone noticing.” She nodded vigorously. “I think that might’ve happened.”<br><br>Bambi closed her eyes. It was easier to think that way. <em>I put five in my ass in the hotel room last night,</em> Bambi thought. <em>I got sick, so I went to the lavatory, like Ricco said, and took them all out.</em><br><br>Bambi started counting on her fingers. <em>Took ‘em all out … one, two, three, four …</em><br><br><em>Uh-oh.</em> <br><br>She hoped Dr. Jackson didn’t mind finding a surprise. She was actually happy when he started talking to her about getting better, he seemed so nice. She didn’t think a nice guy would call the fuzz on her, she hoped he wouldn’t …<br><br>“Oh, I like it rough,” Bambi said sincerely. “I like it when guys pull my hair, and slap my ass really hard, sometimes until it turns red as a beet, and stings like bee stingers stung it. And sometimes my boyfriend likes it when I call him ‘daddy’.” She looked over her shoulder at Dr. Jackson, who seemed quite busy putting on a latex glove. “Does that help you with your diagtholosis, or whatever you use to figure out why I’m sick and have cramps?”<br><br>She rolled onto her stomach, and raised her ass in the air, spreading her legs slightly. He hadn’t asked her to do that, but it seemed to Bambi like the appropriate thing to do.<br><br>“Listen,” she whispered hoarsely to Dr. Jackson, “you’re sure I won’t get in trouble for this? I mean, don’t you have to write up paperwork and stuff about what made me sick? I mean, I don’t want you to get in trouble, but I could, um, make it worth your while if you make sure nobody else finds out about this.” She squirmed a little on the bed, waiting for Dr. Jackson’s fingers. “It could be kind of like when I get speeding tickets, I take care of, um, things, and nobody needs to know.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 23:00:49</strong>
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				<strong>Kate, with Amaya and ‘Miss June’ at Bed 9</strong><br><br>Kate glanced over at Amaya as she came over to examine their new patient. The new nurse looked slightly flustered, but not hurt, or angry … just a touch confused. <em>Good,</em> Kate thought, unable to control the wicked grin crossing her face. She’d half expected Amaya to run off crying and screaming like a little prude. The fact that she didn’t maybe meant the sexy thing played for both teams, or would at least consider it … and if that was the case, Kate wanted first dibs on molesting her in a broom closet somewhere.<br><br><em>Wonder if she smokes reefer,</em> Kate mused. <em>Or if she’d like to try it. Maybe I’ll invite her up on the roof with me and Mox, when it’s time for our first break … that could be fun.</em> Her grin grew bigger as she felt Amaya’s fingers lightly touch her thigh.&nbsp;<br><br><em>I’m going to <strong>love</strong> eating her out …</em><br><br>The grin vanished, though, as Mrs. Golding sat up in bed, clearly agitated. And calling herself “Miss June” for some inexplicable reason. Kate glanced over at the chart that Amaya had picked up … <em>no, she’s definitely Miss Golding,</em> Kate thought. <em>Headaches, broken … oh.</em><br><br>“I’m sorry, Miss June, we were looking at the wrong chart,” Kate said quickly. She rushed over to ‘Miss June’s’ side, before the woman could get fully out of bed. “June’s such a pretty name. And yes, of course, you can go … just as soon as we check a few very quick things.”&nbsp;<br><br>Kate gently gripped the woman’s legs, seeing if she could swing her back up onto the bed, but mostly wanting to stop her from getting up. “Um, we need to check your arm, in particular. Miss June, can you tell us how you happened to hurt it?” Kate smiled warmly at the injured woman. “And can you tell me your first name? Doctor’s handwriting, you know how sloppy it can be … I couldn’t quite make it out on your chart.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 09:04:00</strong>
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				<strong><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Anna Belle Lewis, In The Fat Man's Office, being examined by The Fat Man, Dr. Stanley Adams and Nurse Virginia Dallas</span></em></strong><br><br>At cool metal of the stethoscope on her bare skin, Anna Belle shivered and let out a softly mewled whimper as it he moved it across the flat plane.&nbsp; Those whimpers, however, turned into pained gasps and Anna Belle quickly nodded the affirmation of it being painful to the touch.&nbsp; At the very least she seemed to have quite the sympathetic Doctor!&nbsp; And she wasn't going to die, that was definitely a good thing.&nbsp; That didn't stop the concern from capturing her features as the Doctor moved on to an ultrasound; then agian, that could have come from the muttering of the word 'strange.'&nbsp; Goosebumps flared across her skin at the cool gel he smoothed on, quickly distracting her and keeping her focused once more back on what he was doing.&nbsp; Only once he was done did she speak up, her own finger tips lingering on her sides where they lightly stroked, as if it might be easing the pains but in reality it simply felt ... nice.&nbsp; <br><br>"Strange?"&nbsp; she inquired, sniffling a little as her watery eyes glanced down at him.&nbsp; "A lump?&nbsp; Oh my goodness.&nbsp; Oh, I do hope it's nothing serious.&nbsp; I've got a roller disco to go this weekend," she whimpered with a soft pout.&nbsp; Her eyes grew larger when he mentioned the words <em>inflamed appendix</em> and <em>cyst</em>.&nbsp; "Ooh my!"&nbsp; She gushed as she shakily rose and began to ease down her pajama bottoms and purple panties after sending a quick cautious look to Doctor Adams and Nurse Dallas.&nbsp; At least that yummy pain killer the Fat Man had given her was doing some wonders!&nbsp; She could barely feel a thing now, just a distinct numbness that kept a tingle present in her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, dear, I need some help with my bottoms.&nbsp; My body doesn't want to move too much."&nbsp; Lashes batted up toward Doctor Adams and the nurse.&nbsp; <br><br>Once assisted, Anna Belle gave out a sight as she bent her knees and parted her thighs wide for The Fat Man, her mound of glistening, dark gold curls bared to him.&nbsp; All that tingling had gotten her a little wet... "I'm ready for you, Doctor."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 17:22:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WILLIAM "HARLEY" BURPLESON, BEING WHEELED INTO THE WARD AND PARKED IN BED 2</strong></span><br><br>The trauma surgeons had done all they could; Bill Burpleson would last the next few hours at least. Now it was up to B Ward to see if they could keep him alive for any longer than that. Too bad the Fat Man was handling his own emergency.<br><br><strong>"Doctor Harris? Bill Burpleson here to see you. Handle with care,"</strong> the men manhandling him into the ward announced to Mox. The orderlies pushed the fat one-legged biker into B Ward, without there being much chance to warn the inmates that they might want to look away. Surgical tubing stuck out of so many parts of him he looked like a chemistry experiment. Four IVs dripped blood, medication, glucose and saline into him as other tubes drained various wastes out into different bags. One tube hanging out of the swollen bandaged stump of his right thigh looked particularly grim. The orderlies arranged Burpleson and his vital plumbing in Bed 2.<br><br>The top half of his face was bandaged in gauze and hideously abraded and burnt, leaving only his mouth looking more or less normal. He could see out of holes in the gauze, but he was barely conscious anyway. <br><br><strong>"Whaddafuck... whasappeningdoc?"</strong> the large human mass of plaster casts, bandages and tubing groaned.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 22:32:27</strong>
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				<strong><strong>Mox Harris, M.D. --Moving to Bed 2 with patient Bill Burpleson and Dr. Bob&nbsp; Boss</strong><br></strong><hr><br>Mox turned to Boss's offered hand and shook it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Just call me Mox," he said, "Doctor Harris was my dad's name."<br><br>As Boss gave Markum a glowing review, Mox couldn't help but look instinctively for a brown ring around the intern's young nose.&nbsp; He even leaned forward and gazed at the tip of it for a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; Mox wasn't into power tripping people, that was something he'd gotten over when over in Nam.&nbsp; But this guy might need to be taken down a notch or two.&nbsp; <br><br>As the next patient arrived, Mox's smile was replaced by that of a thoughtful considering look.&nbsp; He really enjoyed doing his job, and, in spite of the fact he spent a quarter of his time with a nurse attached to his dick, he actually liked doing the job he was paid for.&nbsp; Helping people.&nbsp; His stomach lurched as he saw the mess that was supposedly human being moved toward Bed. 2. <br><br>He caught the eyes of the other Dr. Harris, also not his father, and waived him over to join them. <br><br>Mox followed the orderlies to the bed and supervised the transfer of the patient.&nbsp; He took the chart from the bed and moved up toward the beady eyes peering out through the slits of plaster as he glanced through the pages.&nbsp; He handed it over to Bob so he could see the notes there.<br><br>"Mr. Burpleson," Mox said, "You've been in a very bad accident.&nbsp; Looks like your bike lost out to a rather large truck.&nbsp; You're in the hospital, and I think you're going to be here a while"<br><br>Mox was not thrilled with this particular turn of events.&nbsp; &nbsp;Burpleson was a notorious Hell's Angel who had way too many friends who would be upset with anything that could go wrong in the hospital, and just as many enemies who would like to see him dead. <br><br>He turned to Bob and Cliff and whispered, "If this man dies, we are in deep doo-doo."&nbsp; <br><br>"The good news is, " he said louder so that Burpleson could hear him,"you're in stable condition and all you have to do now is get better.&nbsp; Okay?"<br><br>He tapped the chart and said to the interns, "Look over everything they've done and the labs.&nbsp; Prioritize the issues and set up a treatment plan."<br><br>Mox, of course, had already done this in his head after reviewing the chart.&nbsp; He casually adjusted the tubes and made sure all the drips were still working.&nbsp; He upped the dose on the morphine drip.&nbsp; No need to keep this guy awake any longer than necessary.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 23:01:20</strong>
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				<br><strong>Julie Markum, M.D. at bed 12 with Boss, Nurse Anderson and Charlotte Angels.</strong><br><hr><br><br>Julie's eyebrows arched in surprise high and her eyes blinked in astonishment at Miss Angel's ability to see, talk and even recognize the erstwhile Nurse Anderson from her previous incarnation as a porn star.&nbsp; <br><br>Julie looked over at Nurse Anderson with a bemused smile, "Yes, <em>Nurse</em>, please close the curtain so we can take a look at Miss Angels here."&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at Lottie without a gleam of recognition and said, "Depending on how you want his to go, I am happy to keep your secret from others.&nbsp; It appears that not everyone here is aware of your past?&nbsp; Though, in this day and age, it should hardly matter."<br><br>She slipped on two rubber gloves, snapping the edges and brushing the talc powder off of her coat even though it matched pretty well.&nbsp; She turned to her patient and said, "Miss Angels, you were worried that someone had raped you.&nbsp; I'd like to examine you to see if you have any damage we should be treating."<br><br>She nodded her head toward the nurse to indicate she should pull the woman's covering off and lift up her gown to give the doctor access to the woman's nether regions.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 23:12:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Dr. Jackson Rogers, thoroughly examining Bambi Martin in Bed 11</strong></span><br><br>Jackson laughed and smirked at his endearingly simpleminded patient as she assumed a position which wasn't strictly medically necessary, but which he wasn't going to ask her to modify. He felt himself straining almost painfully in his scrub pants at her pose, with anticipation, and all the bad but fun ideas he was getting. <br><br><strong>"I wouldn't want to have to do anything that could get you in trouble honey,"</strong> he said reasonably truthfully, thinking <em>but plenty that could get me in trouble,</em> <strong>"but let's see what that sinister gentleman on the plane shoved up your ass without you noticing. That's a shame really, I'd thought you'd be very tight and sensitive back there. Oh well, I guess you won't feel a thing then,"</strong> he winked down at her as he pushed down her pajama pants and slapped her rump appreciatively with a squeeze.<br><br><strong>"Can you take a slow, deep breath for me please, Bambi?"</strong> the aroused doctor asked, rolling a cold dollop of lube over her anus and gently working it in with his fingertip. No, he wouldn't use the other hand to finger her, at least for now, he told himself. He'd tie it behind his back if necessary, he figured, straining in his underpants as he bent over his patient, shining a light on her ass as his finger pushed in deeper, worked in and out, and he added another finger along with more medical Vaseline. Fuck it. Who was to say this wasn't part of the procedure? He'd never done it <em>medically</em> before. Jackson pushed and wiggled his fingers deeper, feeling her now slippery rectum for foreign objects and aching to insert one in there himself.<br><br><strong>"Spread your thighs a little further for me ba... mbi,"</strong> he growled in her ear, poking out his tongue as his left, ungloved hand sawed over her vulva and nudged them further apart. <strong>"And push back on my fingers. Good girl."</strong> The fingers of his right hand slipped in and out of her bowel, deeper each time and working her open as the hand on her sex encouraged her to stay more or less still, or at least squirm in the right direction, with strategically placed fingers. <strong>"Ever been with a black man before, Bambi?"</strong> he asked conversationally as his ungloved hand pushed forth a finger on a little vaginal cavity search of its own.<br><br>Finally, Doctor Rogers found what he was looking for. He gripped the knotted neck of what definitely felt like a balloon lodged deep in Bambi's butthole. Struggling for purchase with slippery gloved fingers, he eventually managed to tug it out of her. Exposed to the outside air, the warm, sausage-shaped balloon leaked a tiny trickle of white powder. Jackson caught it on his non-gloved hand and licked it.<br><br>His hand tasted of pussy, and the gasoline tang of cocaine. It reminded him of his days in college. <strong>"Whatever this is, I'm sure it ain't good for you, and you're not supposed to take it on a plane,"</strong> he said theatrically, practically bursting out of his fly as he pocketed the balloon for safe keeping and extensive testing by a medical professional, after discreetly patching the little tear with a piece of surgical tape.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:11:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2sistersblog.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/John-Krasinski_l.jpg)</div><strong>Clifford "Cliff" Harris, with Jane Doe (Ms. Fox), Jordina Montero and Paul Jameson, first procedure of the day&nbsp; </strong><hr><br>Like any good future doctor, Cliff hung around until all the prep work was done by his fellow intern and the nurse on duty, Paul Jameson. He saw as Jordina answered questions and felt a little cheated out of not being able to move around the foxy red head's body around like Paul was when he shifted her into a variant of a fetal position, using her limbs to align her back. <br><strong>"Ms. Fox, I hope you don't mind your new false name, cute little thing like you is no way in hell a Jane." </strong><br>Cliff complimented and flashed her a smile, moving to take the needle on the table once it was placed down after he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. <br><strong><br>"This will alleviate your headaches and help us determine what is ailing you." </strong><br>He reassured her before moving around to her blind side, making sure her back was exposed by unbuttoning her gown. He was quick to administer the tincture of iodine, working without any hesitation. It was not that he was confident in his abilities, he just did things by the book, evening whistling a tune to keep his concentration. The anesthetic followed with a quick plunge of a needle, a quick pinch followed by a numbness to endure the pain that would follow from having a needle jammed between her vertebrae in a few moments after. <br><strong>"You are going to feel a little pinch, if you are a good girl, I will give you a Loli." </strong><br>Without further delay he pushed that needle after locating the spot, pushing it between her lumbar vertebrae with the precision of a trained marksman. When it came to needles and drawing from blood to spinal fluid, he truly excelled at it. He gathered his sample, handed it to Pual, withdrew his needle and looked over to Jordina.<br><strong>"You want to take over?"</strong><br>He shot her a wink and stepped away, finding the counter with a jar full of lollipops normally reserved for children, handed it to Ms. Fox and flashed her a smile. <br><strong>"Not so bad right?"</strong><br>He concluded, not like he was the one with a needle stuck up his back. Giving a nod to Nurse Paul and intern Montero after he was summoned by another doctor he had not met but wandered off causally to see where he was needed next. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 17:45:29</strong>
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				JANE DOE (MISS FOX?), WITH DRS. MONTERO AND HARRIS, AND PAUL JAMESON <br><br>Jane only nodded, when Dr. Harris telled her that the shot would help her. She still didn’t understand, but she trusted her doctors. But she didn’t know, what worried her more? The nose bleeds, and the pain she felt? Or her memory vanishing, she still didn’t know, who she was!<br><br><strong>“Why do you call me, Miss Fox?”</strong> Jane said, that puzzled her. <strong>“Is that a nick name? Or maybe it’s my real name, do you know?”</strong> She was very hopeful, that was her real name. It sounded familar to her, she didn’t know why though. But she thought, people called her Miss Fox before, or some thing like that.<br><br>Jane helped untie her gown, so her back was bare. And then, she layed down on the bed, on her side, the way the doctors telled her. She looked up, at Dr. Montero’s pretty face, while Dr. Harris got his needle ready. <strong>“This will help me find my memories again, I hope?”</strong> Jane said. <strong> “I don’t even know, where to go, when I need to go home?”</strong><br><br>Jane closed her eyes. She felt the needle, pushing into her back! She let out a little cry of pain, and winced. And bited her lip, so she didn’t cry out more. She holded Paul’s hand, very tight, when the needle was in her back. His words, they comforted her, he maked Jane feel safe. She was very glad, he was there.<br><br>When Dr. Harris came over, with lolipops, Jane wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t know, if he joked, or not. So, very timid, she reached over to take a lolipop.<br><br>Jane’s hand shaked very bad, though, when she picked up the candy. She dropped it, on the floor. And she started saying she was sorry, except she couldn’t say any thing! More blood pour out of her nose, and her mouth too! She coughed and choked, she couldn’t breathe. And the white sheets of her bed, they started turning bright red, from her bleeding!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 21:49:02</strong>
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				<strong>Bambi Martin, with Dr. Jackson in Bed 11</strong><br><br>Bambi’s brow furrowed when Dr. Jackson mentioned her ass being tight and sensitive. <em>Is he making fun of me?</em> she wondered. <em>Or is he hitting on me? Or maybe this just is what doctors do, asking more questions for the diagnopotomus or whatever it is they do to make people better.</em><br><br>She didn’t want to look stupid in front of the doctor, so she thought she’d say something.<br><br>“Oh, those sinister gentlemen are really, really, sneaky,” Bambi said, nodding vigorously. “They’re clever. And clever guys know how to do things like that.” She smiled, feeling proud of herself. She felt pretty sure that Dr. Jackson had fallen for her little white lie, hook, line, and <br><br>“AAAAHHH!!!” Bambi gasped loudly, as a cold, invading digit suddenly began to probe her rectum. Perhaps not surprisingly, Bambi decided she liked it. <br><br>She didn’t particularly like being fucked in the ass. Ricco only tended to want that when he was drunk and in a bad mood, and that was typically when he took her <em>very</em> roughly, more roughly than even she liked, and she usually got slapped around a bit afterwards as well. So her experience with things in her ass amounted to lubed-up balloons and condoms, and an agry cock … it didn’t usually add up to pleasure.<br><br>But a wiggling finger … that felt good. Like, <em>really</em> good. Bambi let out a groan filled with a little more pleasure than she intended, and that groan grew louder as a second finger joined the first. &nbsp;Happily, she spread her thighs wider when Dr. Jackson asked, and when his hand lightly cupped her sex …<br><br>“Ooh, Dr Jackson,” Bambi cooed happily, “usually guys have to buy me a few drinks first!” She eagerly wriggled back against his exploring fingers, trying to push them just a little deeper into her rectum. It was strange, and weird … and very exciting. Bambi almost forgot why his fingers were actually there …<br><br>… and then, all of a sudden, his hand slipped out of her ass. Bambi pouted, and looked over her shoulder … and her eyes went wide with horror as she saw the missing fifth balloon, leaking white powder. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! was written on the side of the balloon – Ricco liked to buy the balloons for her at the local supermarket. Usually because they were on sale.<br><br>Bambi started to panic. Dr Jackson had told her she wouldn’t be in trouble, and the guy seemed a cool cat and everything, but … well, she couldn’t believe he’d just let her walk away from having a giant balloon of drugs fished out of her ass. She giggled nervously as he joked about not taking things like that on a plane, but inside, she wanted to scream.<br><br>“Oh, my,” Bambi said, putting one hand to her cheek, “I don’t know how that got there. Honest! Like I said, um, it must’ve been, um, the, um, sinister gentlemen, and stuff.” She flipped over and sat up on the bed, not realizing that her hospital gown was still hiked up around her waist.<br><br>“So that’s what made me sick?” Bambi asked curiously. “Um, so I’m okay now?” Her cheeks burned … she couldn’t believe Ricco was having her shove drugs up her ass. And her cunt, too. She really trusted Ricco and thought he was a swell dude. Knowing she’d been tricked – well, it stung a little.<br><br>“So … um, what now?” Bambi said nervously to Dr. Jackson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 00:42:17</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D. at bed 2 with Burpleson, Mox and Dr. Harris</strong><br><br>Bobby's eyes lit up in alarm at the sight of the Frankenstein being carted in, orderlies pushing in the racks containing all his bags and tubes.&nbsp; The man looked like a science project and Mox seemed to just dive in and peer right into the patient's eyes, which had somehow managed to survive the crash.&nbsp; He plucked the chart from Mox's hand and flipped it open, holding it wide as the other intern swooped in behind him to help evaluate the situation.&nbsp; <br><br>He simply had to look up, his eyes seeking out the man's crotch as though he'd be able to see what a pair of "crushed testicles, like grapes!" would look like through the sheets.&nbsp; There would be time for that later, possibly in the morgue.&nbsp; Considering his spleen had been repaired during surgery, the same surgery that took care of bottom half of his leg, Bobby cleared his throat, ready to make his judgment.<br><br>"Right now I would pump him full of IV antibiotics to keep back any infection from the leg and spleen surgeries.&nbsp; Um, as for the rest of him...somebody needs to stick a needle in that gut for some paracentisis, his liver is filling his stomach with fluid and it's clear he hasn't been getting treated for it.&nbsp; Let's give him a couple days, three max, before the ortho surgeons tend to those arms and we'll keep an eye out on his breathing, in case his ribs start to tickle his lungs."&nbsp; Bobby had to pause for a moment, his head tilting to see if the patient had passed out yet before he said, "If he makes it, get the plastic surgeons in to see what they can do about his testicles, maybe they're salvageable."<br><br>The record was closed and passed off to Dr. Harris for his assessment, hoping he had something more insightful to offer to the man's pathetic future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 12:17:12</strong>
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				<strong>Charly Angels being investigated by Dr. Markum.</strong><br><br>"Ehm Doctor, do we have to do that here?"<br><br>She looked a bit frightened at all the people in the ward and was slightly relieved that the curtains were closed. Then the nurse swept the sheets up and pulled up the hospital gown which Charly took over and held it up. Carefully she spread her legs a little and immediately felt a pain jolt rush through her body. She shrieked out and got her legs flat and together again.<br><br>Painfully she rubbed her skin where it hurts, above her stomach on the right, just under the ribs. Then she tried to again to raise her knees and spread her legs to give the doctor a better access to her fully shaved sex. This time she just grimaced and bit through the pain. <br><br><br><strong>Jordina Montero, shocked to see her patient starting to bleed.</strong><br><br>Jordina gave Cliff a look. A lolli? She watched him do the procedure, ready to take over. Cliff seemed to know what he was doing however and Jordina was just about to bandage the wound when she noticed something was wrong. She quickly closed the wound on the girl's back and turned her on her back again. The nosebleed seemed innocent enough but when the girl was caughing blood, Jordina sat her up so that the blood wouldn't flow back into her mouth chocking her.<br><br>"Get dr. Greenwasser here! Now! I need some help here!" She didn't mean to bark like she did to the male nurse but this seemed urgent enough to be a bitch.<br><br>She had no idea what was going on but all she could think of was that Cliff had somehow damaged something with his procedure. <br><br>"Lean forward," she told her patient, desperately afraid that she would choke on her own blood. Jordina knew she had to intubate the patient but leaving her alone to get the equipment now was not a good thing. She really needed an extra pair of hands and she cursed Cliff for walking off like he did.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 20:13:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Head Nurse Fairchild, rushing over to help with Jane Doe in bed 10 (doctor Montero and nurse Jameson)</span><br><hr> <br><strong>"Doctor Harris! Mox! Over here now please!"</strong> The head nurse barked as soon as the new intern yelled for a doctor Greenwasser. <em>What an outrage!</em> The red head had been patrolling her nurses and been about to check on Nurse Jameson when the patient started bleeding. <strong>"Jameson, stay right where you are and check the patient's pulse,"</strong> she continued and ran… no not ran, paced fiercely to get the intubation kit, handed it to doctor Jordan Montero and looked her sternly in the eye, <strong>"you know what to do. Doctor Mox Harris will be right here. He's in charge now and can assess if he needs doctor Goldwasser."</strong> Fairchild took over what Montero was doing and positioned the young Jane Doe in an optimal position to hinder the blood from running back down her throat while she waited for the doctors to step in. <strong>"There now little one, all right now... just breathe and relax. You'll be just fine..." </strong>She hummed to the patient in a calming voice, drastically different from the person she was towards her team and co-workers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 23:12:00</strong>
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				Mox Harris with Bobby Boss and Cliff Harris at bed 2 with Burpleson<hr><br>Mox was just about to say something to Boss and&nbsp; Harris&nbsp; when Nurse Fairchild's shout from bed ten distracted him.&nbsp; He had assumed that the Jane Doe was going to get some blood drawn.&nbsp; Turning, he could see the tell-tale signs of a lumbar puncture and looked in horror at Dr. Harris.<br><br>"What the fuck did you do to her?" he asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then he added, "Bob, don't let Harris touch this patient."&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't wait for an answer but moved quickly across the ward toward the other bed.<br><br>He nodded at Nurse Fairchild and saw that she'd already handed Montero the intubation kit.&nbsp; "Quickly, doctor," he said, urging her on.&nbsp; "If we don't work quickly enough, we might just need to move onto a full trache.&nbsp; Let's get this lady some air, shall we?"<br><br>He could do it quickly, he knew, and he would give Montero another thirty seconds to get the tube in the patient before acting.&nbsp; If she couldn't do this, she had no business being an intern.&nbsp; He grabbed the suctioning tube, though and began vacuuming up what he could while patiently waiting for the new young doctor to show her stuff, ready to step in only if he was really needed.<br><br>He watched the monitor on the patient, thinking that things were moving south rather quickly.&nbsp; Blood pressure was dropping, the heart rate was all over the place and the EKG was showing extreme tachycardia.&nbsp; His past experienced told him there wasn't much he could do, but he figured every intern needed to learn what it was like to lose a patient.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 23:21:18</strong>
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				Julie Markum, M.D. at bed 12 with&nbsp; Nurse Anderson and Charlotte Angels.<hr>[/color]<br><br>Julie looked down at the patient and over at Nurse Anderson.&nbsp; She had stuffed her anger over Dr. Boss' words down for the time being, knowing she could address him later.&nbsp; She most certainly was not going to let his idiocy get her upset while she was with a patient.&nbsp; <br><br><em>So stop thinking about him, then! </em>she told herself.<br><br>"Pain in lower right quadrant," she said outloud.<br><br>"Please, don't be nervous, Miss Angels, I'm here to help you.&nbsp; Now, I see you have pain here..." she said, gently palpitating the girl's abdomen, feeling for lumps or swelling.<br><br>When the woman spread her legs, though, she was surprised to see the woman was shaved.&nbsp; She looked at the woman's belly for signs of pregnancy or stretch marks, and did a quick glance at her vagina.&nbsp; It was clear she had not just given birth.&nbsp; <br><br>She paused in her examination confused and looked at the nurse and back at the patient.&nbsp; "Why is your vagina shaved, Miss Angels?&nbsp; Did you have some sort of procedure?&nbsp; Or surgery?&nbsp; Possibly an abortion?"<br><br>She could hardly imagine why else anyone would have been shaved.&nbsp; Then she tentatively placed a gloved hands on the woman's labia and spread her open for a further examination.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 17:17:14</strong>
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				<strong>THE FAT MAN, EXAMINING ANNA BELLE LEWIS IN HIS OFFICE, WITH DR. STANLEY ADAMS &amp; VIRGINIA DALLAS, THEN MOVING TO B WARD TO TAKE STOCK OF THE BURPLESON SITUATION IN BED 2</strong><br><br>The Fat Man smiled warmly up at Anna Belle from between her thighs. <strong>"Don't worry, I'm a specialist,"</strong> he reassured her, thoroughly slathering her vulva and anus in that well known medical preparation, K-Y Jelly. <strong>"This shouldn't be too uncomfortable at all."</strong> He chuckled, winked up at her, and motioned to Dr. Adams to take a closer look at how to do an internal exam - if that was even necessary.<br><br><strong>"Gently spread the labia majora... palpate clitoral hood and glans for easier access... aaand slowly feel the first inch or so of the vaginal canal for abnormalities,"</strong> he said softly and instructively as he demonstrated. His thumb remained in place on her clitoris to ensure the patient's welcoming of his digits. A podgy, latex-wrapped finger swirled around and probed deeper, then another. <strong>"Dilate the vagina just a crack and take a look with the flashlight,"</strong> he smiled, peering into her, then pushed his fingers deeper to examine the vaginal wall closer to her cervix as his thumb idly gave her clit a little tweak. <br><br><strong>"Insert speculum, dilate, and palpate cervix to exclude pelvic inflammatory disease."</strong> Carefully, he inserted a cold surgical steel speculum into her and slowly screwed it open until Anna Belle was spread open almost an inch.<br><div class="floatleft">(http://babes.pinkems.com/pics/peelover-speculum.jpg)</div> Finally, he pressed down firmly with his other hand on her lower belly, pushing her uterus and cervix within easy probing reach of his fingers. They pushed in and out a few times, to make sure they hadn't missed a spot of her vaginal wall. <br><br><strong>"No uterine cysts or pregnancy, Dr. Adams. Do you know what a <em>zebra</em> is? It walks like a horse, sounds like a horse, but is almost only found in zoos. When you hear hooves outside the window, think horsies, not zebras. <br><br>Now what causes abdominal pain that doesn't grow acute and intense when the lower abdominal wall is palpated? That's right, appendicitis in a mini appendix, hidden entirely within the pelvis. Adams? Can you take over please? I don't like the sound of what's going on in B Ward. Perform a digital rectal examination with plenty of jelly on Miss Lewis, have her cough for you while you have a finger inside the rectum and TURF her to Surgery for appendectomy when she cries out as the appendix moves against your finger. I've got to see what's going on with the new patient. Hang in there, Anna Belle, you've been very sweet and brave,"</strong> he smiled at her. <strong>"You'll be A-OK after a day or two in hospital,"</strong> he promised, taking off his gloves, washing his hands and gently squeezing Anna Belle's palm. He stroked her forehead softly and headed out, whispering to Virginia Dallas on his way out. ]<br><br><strong>"If Doctor Adams gets overexcited, send him for a cold shower and a run around the playing fields, will you,"</strong> he chuckled, then left his office and crossed the corridor to B Ward. The groans he could already hear from his office didn't sound good at all.<br><br>When he saw the state of the new admission, he groaned. <em>THE ONLY GOOD ADMISSION IS A DEAD ADMISSION,</em> he mused cynically as he looked at the man's charts. Ahhh, the man was a Hells Angel and had cirrhosis into the bargain. Oh, and Jane Doe's lumbar puncture had suddenly turned out life-threatening, and Mox was taking care of the situation, leaving the almost-corpse in the skilled hands of two interns on their first day.<br><br><strong>"Doctors Bob and Cliff! Mr. Burpleson is your responsibility and mine, and I'd be watching you at gunpoint if I could, given the state he's in. We're going to have to drain his beer belly of fluid before his liver kills him. Oh FUCK!"</strong><br><br>A beeping from one of the electronic boxes Burpleson was plugged into, as well as the patient seizing up, foaming bloodily at the mouth through a bandage and kicking in the air with what remained of his thigh, indicated more, urgent bad news. The Fat Man grabbed and charged the defibrillator paddles and charged them.<br><br><strong>"Gentlemen. Calm down and stand clear of the patient. AT A CARDIAC ARREST, THE FIRST PROCEDURE IS TO TAKE YOUR OWN PULSE."</strong> Briskly, he zapped Burpleson's chest with them until the patient calmed down with a splutter and the machine stopped beeping.<br><br><strong>"Okay, where were we? The paracentesis. Let's see you in action, 'terns. Get that tube in his gut."<strong></strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 17:56:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>WILLIAM 'HAROLD' BURPLESON, AT DEATH'S DOOR IN BED 2, WITH THE FAT MAN, DR. BOBBY BOSS &amp; DR. CLIFF HARRIS</strong></span><br><br>Burpleson wasn't pleased with the situation at all, but hardly coherent enough to voice his complaints. He spluttered and seized, his tongue sticking out rather gruesomely through the bandages over his mouth, and after a brief, life threatening cardiac arrest he more or less caught his breath with a loud groan.<br><br><strong>"FugginJerseyturnpike."</strong> After expressing his dissatisfaction at the route he'd taken that morning, he gazed disdainfully with yellow eyes at the blurs that were probably doctors attending to him. He noticed and smelled his leather jacket hanging from a hook beside his bed, with 'IT TAKES BALLS TO RIDE A HARLEY' written in steel studs across the back.<br><br>He sighed with relief that it had survived the crash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 19:27:07</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson B-ward with Jane Doe- Bed 10 ,Jordina Montero , Cliff leaving ....Nurse Fairchild moving in ...issuing orders.&nbsp; </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Paul could feel the sadness in the woman on the bed as she indeed moved into position and held perfectly still , least from his point of view . Watching as Cliff inserted the needle and drew out the fluids , soon it was all handed over to him to take care of . As he released his hold on the patient and moved to put the fluid into a specimen bag as it would be taken down to the lab . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Get dr. Greenwasser here! Now! I need some help here!" She didn't mean to bark like she did to the male nurse but this seemed urgent enough to be a bitch.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Turning round ....Cliff seemed to of disappeared somewhere and Jordina had her hands full ...the young Jane Doe was now dripping so much blood from her nose it seemed to be creating a bloody mess of the sheets. Without thinking Paul just extended his arm and pinched the bridge of the nose in an effort to stop the blood flow . Strange really it was as if this woman didn't have a platelet one to stop the bleeding ...it was as if she was on blood thinners or something . My god ...where was Dr Greenwasser as he looked out onto B-Ward to try and find him . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Jameson, stay right where you are and check the patient's pulse," she continued and ran… no not ran, paced fiercely to get the intubation kit, handed it to doctor Jordan Montero and looked her sternly in the eye, "you know what to do. Doctor Mox Harris will be right here. He's in charge now and can assess if he needs doctor Goldwasser." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Check her pulse .....sure stop the bleeding of the nose ....check the pulse ...how bout I stuff my dick in her mouth and give her something to suck on to . But none of these thoughts came out his mouth . As he tried to maintain the pressure on the bridge of her nose ...while moving to take the pulse of the poor woman that most likely was about to freak out soon. New Doctor's being called in ....seemed crazy to him but hell he was hungover maybe he was missing something . <br><br>Oddly enough Paul was clam in the sea of whirling emotions and that about him ....you know the man only had one speed to him and it was easy as you go along for the most part . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 10:58:59</strong>
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				<strong>Charlie Angels being inspected by Dr. Julie Markum</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4237291#msg4237291">Quote from: Cecilia on 08-02-2011, 23:21:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"Please, don't be nervous, Miss Angels, I'm here to help you.&nbsp; Now, I see you have pain here..." she said, gently palpitating the girl's abdomen, feeling for lumps or swelling.<br><br>"Why is your vagina shaved, Miss Angels?&nbsp; Did you have some sort of procedure?&nbsp; Or surgery?&nbsp; Possibly an abortion?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Charlie grimaced&nbsp; when the female doctor was feeling her, but it wasn't the pain she felt before. It wasn't even on the same spot!<br><br>"Doctor this hurts too but before I felt it a little higher."<br><br>She showed the exact location with her hands, not knowing that she was directly pointing at her liver. As she gently pressed on it, she jolted up from the bed and let out a scream. When she had caught most of her breath again she lay still as that was the only way that nothing was painfull. What had they given her that night? Desperately she tried to think back to that night untill the doctor asked her the question about her vagina. <br>Charlie blinked her eyes and raised her eyebrow at the doctor. How was that usefull? <br><br>"Well I find that question a bit inappropriate but if you must know, it was a dare with some friends. Do you want me to go into detail doctor? It's quite a juicy story," she said smiling a little evil at the doctor.<br><br><br><strong>Jordina Montero, trying to safe Jane Doe's life.</strong><br><br>She grabbed the tube and skillfully inserted it into Jane's airways. She had to try a few times to get it right as blood was dripping into the tube but she had it in reasonably fast. As the device was inserted the patient's heartbeat and breathing became more stable and in her head Jordina ran through the entire procedure she and Cliff had done on the young woman. <br><br>Then she turned her attention to Mox. <br><br>"Ehm.. pff.. Doctor Goldwasser told us to perform a lumbar puncture on the patient. I prepped her and put her in position and Cliff did the actual procedure."<br><br>Again she ran through the entire operation and was stunned at what went wrong. She couldn't think of anything.<br><br>"I'm sure that everything went alright. It has to be unrelated to the puncture. It <em>has</em> to be..."<br><br>The last few words were for herself more than to the doctor to boost her confidence a bit. Could Cliff had hit something while performing the puncture? A blood vessel? A nerve? Both? That reminded her of the muscle loss Jane had suffered and she took the young woman's hand in hers.<br><br>"Can you squeeze my hand Jane? As hard as you can sweetheart. You can do it."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 18:38:26</strong>
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				JANE DOE, WITH DR. MONTERO<br><br>Jane felt terrible pains, in her sides, and her head. And the blood, it wouldn’t stop its gushing from her nose. When Dr. Montero asked, if she would lean forward? She did, but blood gushed, lots of it, from her mouth. Jane coughed and choked, she couldn’t breath, at all. She covered her hospital gown with her blood and spit, it all catched in her throat. Her cheeks burned, she felt them, turning purple. She nodded, when Dr. Montero put the tube down her throat. Oh it hurt, very much, but Jane thought she would die, she was so scared!<br><br>Jane felt faint, her eyes rolled, in the back of her head. And she grabbed the sides of the bed. She saw a nurse, grab some thing, maybe to help her breath? She turned her head, and looked at Dr. Montero. She smiled at the pretty doctor, and squeezed her hand, like she asked. But then every thing, it turned black, and Jane passed out. <br><br>A while later, Jane waked up, again. She didn't know how long she sleeped, it felt like a long time, to her, though. She felt some thing, shoved down her throat, very painful. She grabbed it, and pulled it away! She was very scared, she didn't know why the tube was in her throat, or who put it there.<br><br>Jane spit a big mouth full of blood, on the floor. And gasped for air, she could breath, again! She grabbed her ribs, they hurt, very much, so did her chest. And she felt a sharp pain in her back too. She saw bright lights, in front of her. And didn’t know where she was!<br><br>Jane looked around, she didn’t recognize any one. She realised, she was in some hospital, some where? And a pretty doctor, and nurses, they stared at her with puzzled faces. <br><br><strong>“Where the fuck am I?”</strong> Jane said to them. Her voice, it was much more angry and loud, and more rough too. <strong>“Why am I here?”</strong><br><br>Jane put a hand, to her nose. And screamed, when she saw all the blood on her fingers! <strong>“You fucking bastards what did you do, to me?”</strong> Jane yelled. She tried to crawl, out of the bed. <strong>“You’re trying to kill me, I want to go home!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 00:19:11</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">DR. JACKSON ROGERS, WITH BAMBI MARTIN BEHIND THE CURTAINS OF BED 11</span></strong><br><br><strong>"Well Bambi, I don't know,"</strong> Jackson shrugged gravely. <strong>"I'm going to have to fill in some reason you were sick in the paperwork. But you say you know how to make paperwork go away, hmmm?"</strong> He smiled slightly, bulging in his pants at how she'd squirmed and moaned in his hands. <br><br><strong>"Here's what we should do: I'll make sure there aren't any more balloons of cocaine in your ass left there by the sinister man to make you ill, and you can show me how you make paperwork go away when the cops pull you over. The cops won't hear a thing about it if you do it right! And you sound like a girl who knows what she's doing,"</strong> he smiled, patting her cheeks, one cheek of her face and one cheek of her ass.<br><br>Wiggling his index finger without warning into her slick rear passage, then another, he knelt on the bed bulging large and close to her face as his fingers left examining mode completely and gave her a probing of a subtly different kind, one involving an intense clitoral massage.<br><br>He could hear the alarm of someone nearly dying outside the curtains, and another patient's rasping coughing. Thank God, they were someone else's problem for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:05:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clifford responding to a patient in need of trauma care!</em></div><hr><br>Cliff's first reaction to the mess of a man on bed two was two call a janitor, the man was a mess of blood and other body fluids and reeked of alcohol. Luckily for him he lacked the apathy some doctors felt when they saw a doctor, he was just a face to fix before the next one. Reaching for the chart he looked through it and let out an exaggerated whistle. <br><strong>"Is there anything you don't have Mr...mr..."</strong><br>He scammed the chart, looking for the name. <br><strong>"Burp" </strong><br>The admitting nurse had let the full name run off to the next page somehow and Cliff had not bothered to correct himself. <br><strong>"Yea, your telling me...Traffic is a bitch..."</strong><br>Cliff reached for a flash light, checking the man's pupils before tucking it back into his coat. The nurses had already sent over the welcoming kit and The Fat Man was watching over him, no stress!<br><br>Shrugging it off, he reached for the local anesthetic and applied it, after a quick gloving and clean down, not that the man would feel it. The stench of alcohol was enough to get Cliff drunk and he was sure there was enough in his system to dull any pain. But the injection was given before he got the tool kit ready, making sure to apply a face mask and splash coat, not his money! He did not care of the hospital had to pay money for the equipment, one bad experience with an impacted bowel and diarrhea could make a person be very picky about surprise showers. With the tube in hand, he introduced it to Mr. Burp's gut like he had his cock to his prom date, one quick jab to drain the fluids... <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 22:22:59</strong>
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				<strong>Bambi Martin, with Dr. Jackson, Behind the Curtains of Bed 11</strong><br><br>“Really? Gosh … oh, wow!” Bambi gleefully clapped her hands together. “Thanks <em>so</em> much, Dr. Jackson … you’re such a nice guy.” She giggled and smiled as he caressed her cheeks – both of them – and wiggled her ass appreciatively.<br><br>Bambi tried not to think too much about what she’d just been asked to do … it was a little fantasy of hers, one that she knew her boyfriend would never want to know about. But Bambi had been curious about what it’d be like to do it with a black guy. Her friend Candy once had a one-night stand with one of the players for the New York Knicks, and she hadn’t been able to walk straight for a week after that. She’d told Bambi later that it was the best sex she’d ever had …<br><br>… and Bambi couldn’t help but think of that as she looked at Dr. Jackson.<br><br>“Ooohhh! Ohh, <em>yeah</em>!” Bambi murmured, as the doctor began to play with her ass again. Those wonderful fingers of hers started to play with her clit as well, and Bambi mewled in excitement, grinding her pelvis against Dr. Jackson’s fingers. She turned on the bed and spread her legs, trying to give his hand better – and deeper – access to her slick, eager cunt …<br><br>… and found her face mere inches from trousers, and a bulge lurking behind them.<br><br>A rather large and pleasing bulge.<br><br>Bambi looked around nervously. “Hey,” she whispered to Dr. Jackson, “is it okay if we do it here? Or maybe we should find a broom closet, or something?” She looked around again, also considering she wasn’t looking at much more than a curtain, she really didn’t know what she was looking <em>at</em>. “I mean, I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble, if we got caught, or if OH! SHIT! YEAH!”<br><br>Bambi’s hips bucked for a moment. The cheeks of her pretty face flushed as Dr. Jackson’s thumb and finger rubbed her clit more quickly.<br><br>With her smile growing bigger, Bambi reached over and unzipped Dr. Jackson’s pants. She licked her lips and reached inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 15:37:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Patient Vanessa Golding aka Miss June, Bed 9, Nurses Kate and Amaya...</em></span></span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4212726#msg4212726">Quote from: Zillah on 02-02-2011, 23:00:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kate, with Amaya and ‘Miss June’ at Bed 9</strong><br><br>Kate glanced over at Amaya as she came over to examine their new patient. The new nurse looked slightly flustered, but not hurt, or angry … just a touch confused. <em>Good,</em> Kate thought, unable to control the wicked grin crossing her face. She’d half expected Amaya to run off crying and screaming like a little prude. The fact that she didn’t maybe meant the sexy thing played for both teams, or would at least consider it … and if that was the case, Kate wanted first dibs on molesting her in a broom closet somewhere.<br><br><em>Wonder if she smokes reefer,</em> Kate mused. <em>Or if she’d like to try it. Maybe I’ll invite her up on the roof with me and Mox, when it’s time for our first break … that could be fun.</em> Her grin grew bigger as she felt Amaya’s fingers lightly touch her thigh. <br><br><em>I’m going to <strong>love</strong> eating her out …</em><br><br>The grin vanished, though, as Mrs. Golding sat up in bed, clearly agitated. And calling herself “Miss June” for some inexplicable reason. Kate glanced over at the chart that Amaya had picked up … <em>no, she’s definitely Miss Golding,</em> Kate thought. <em>Headaches, broken … oh.</em><br><br>“I’m sorry, Miss June, we were looking at the wrong chart,” Kate said quickly. She rushed over to ‘Miss June’s’ side, before the woman could get fully out of bed. “June’s such a pretty name. And yes, of course, you can go … just as soon as we check a few very quick things.” <br><br>Kate gently gripped the woman’s legs, seeing if she could swing her back up onto the bed, but mostly wanting to stop her from getting up. “Um, we need to check your arm, in particular. Miss June, can you tell us how you happened to hurt it?” Kate smiled warmly at the injured woman. “And can you tell me your first name? Doctor’s handwriting, you know how sloppy it can be … I couldn’t quite make it out on your chart.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The young woman looked at the nurse in confusion. She could go but not now? Check her arm? She blinked a few times and then glanced down at her arm, knowing it was broken and knowing it was healing, but not remembering why it had happened. <em>Oh now, she's nice though, she knows miss June should be miss June, she wants to help. Miss June can ask her.</em> She settled back in the bed and her shoulders sank a little. Big eyes gazed emptily at each nurse in turn and then she shook her head softly. <strong>"Miss June doesn't need to tell you a first name. Miss June is all right now."</strong> She hummed quietly and just turned her eyes away when the nurse asked about what happened. She had no answer to that. She lay back onto the pillow and closed her eyes, humming the same little tune, and rocked her head slowly from side to side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 08:56:42</strong>
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				<strong>Jordina Montero</strong><br><br>There was no strength in the woman at all and when she passed out, Jordina was puzzled. What could have caused all this? Could it have been the lumbar puncture? But they had done everything right. She fell quiet as she checked the woman's vitals and shook her head as she went through all the symptoms again. Just when she was starting to have an idea, you know, that sensation in one's head when there is something brewing, something genius, she was disturbed by the Jane Doe waking up and going completely crazy.<br><br>"You have to lay down miss and be still. We are trying to help you. Killing you is boring. Saving your pretty face is what makes this job interesting."<br><br>She looked at the blood on the floor and called somebody to clean it up.<br><br>"She probably has a concussion and major blood loss. Give her more blood and tell her to calm down, before she makes things worse."<br><br>Jordina hated rude people and she didn't like to be called a fucking bastard. The female equivalent maybe not a bastard. She nodded at Paul to do as she had told him and then left the ward for the cafetaria and after she took her coffee, sat down at an empty table and grabbed a newspaper. The front page was filled with a big picture of the World Trade Center as it was being opened today in New York.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 18:26:17</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson B-ward with Jane Doe- Bed 10 ,Jordina Montero leaving .&nbsp; </strong><br><br><br>&nbsp;Paul was surprised at the lovely patients reaction ....as his hand shot out to grab hold of her ...least to steady her . As she became quite seemingly hysterical . Jordina seemed to handle it well ....as Paul whispered in the girl's ear .. <strong>" Just lay down ...and calm yourself , the adrenaline rush is not helping the situation mam ... " </strong>&nbsp; Paul would pick the woman up if need be to put her back into the bed . <br><strong><br>" I know your frightened ...but ...you hit your head hard ....and didn't know who you even was . "&nbsp; </strong>as he only sat her on the edge of the bed . Reaching forward the man grabbed and pulled the bloody sheets off the bed .&nbsp; <strong>" Now ..it's strange but the nose can bleed alot and you have lost alot of blood ...you try to walk and your going to pass out and hit the floor .. "&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br><br>Turning then as he went for the clean sheets ....&nbsp; working on the bed . <strong>" Now I can get you some warm blankets ....and make your stay most comfortable ..." </strong> Paul talked in a soft voice but it had a rather crisp edge to it as he was attempting to be as care-giving as possible . But seriously Miss Jane Doe was giving him a headache ...as much as her gown had moved this way and that to show off that sexy body she had . He still had no idea what color her hair was down below ...smiling to himself . <br><strong><br>" Now let me help you back into the bed .. </strong>"&nbsp; as his hand reached down and caressed her leg .....<strong>" I will be here for you ...I promise . "</strong>&nbsp; trailing his fingers nice and slow trying to calm her down more . His other hand brushed a few strands of hair out of her face . <strong>" It is going to be okay ...just need to stay calm . " </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 02:08:26</strong>
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				<strong>THE FAT MAN, SUPERVISING THE TREATMENT OF BILL BURPLESON BY DR. CLIFF HARRIS &amp; DR. BOBBY BOSS</strong><br><br>The Fat Man winced with anticipation as he watched Cliff stick the thick needle in Burpleson's paunch. As he expected it to, the needle passed through the biker's thick layer of lard cleanly, but suddenly, a nasty flow of blood started filling the bag. <br><br><strong>"Stop! Stop! Stop!"</strong> he snapped at the intern. <strong>"Change the angle of the needle, you've hit a blood vessel."</strong> Burpleson gurgled incoherently in protest.<br><br>Finally, the needle was inserted properly and the fluid in the biker's belly was draining steadily. That would stop him dropping dead from one thing; now, to keep him stable and try and do something about all his other ailments when he could handle it. <em>Do as much nothing as possible.</em><br><br><strong>"There's not much more we can do, and not much more we should,"</strong> the Fat Man shrugged. Unfortunately, Burpleson was complicating things.<br><br><strong>"Giddisgorramchewbout! Eck! Eck!"</strong> he spluttered in protest at the tube in his paunch. As he did so, waves of yellowish liquid gushed into the bag grotesquely. He was starting to turn beetroot red and coughing violently. A spray of blood and spittle hit Dr Cliff and Dr. Boss in the face as they stood over him, as the Fat Man swore and manhandled a breathing tube down Burpleson's throat and ventilated him manually and crudely in an effort to get some air into the patient's lungs. The plastic soon turned pink.<br><br><strong>"Well that was the most likely outcome,"</strong> Goldwasser sighed, covering Bulpleson's now blue and lifeless face with his sheet a few minutes later. <strong>"There's not much we can do against an embolism for a patient in his state. You've learned a valuable lesson, kids: not much actual curing goes on here. Cheer up, son. Remember: THE PATIENT IS THE ONE WITH THE DISEASE,"</strong> he said kindly to the doctors by the bedside. Take a lunch break, everyone, I'll page you when you're needed back here."<br><br>He made a quick rounds of the beds, telling interns and nurses to finish what they were doing, without paying too much attention to what they were doing. Casting a glance on Jane Doe, he decided she was more or less stable, physically at least, and he coughed loudly outside the curtains at Dr. Rogers. <strong>"Finish up and go for lunch, Rogers,"</strong> he said jovially, told Mox to meet him for drinks in an hour, and went to his office to dismiss Dr. Adams, and write out the paperwork to TURF Burpleson to pathology..<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 00:26:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Charlotta Anderson, with patient Charlotte Angels and Doctor Julie Markum. </em></span></span><br><br>Lottie glanced between doctor and patient while Markum inspected the girl and waited for ques. When she was needed she'd rush to their aid, simple as that. The perplexed look on the interns face wasn't exactly the kind of help request she was expecting. Having been in the porn industry she knew people had all sorts of kinks and some weirder than others. A shaved vagina wasn't even close to the weirdest ones so she wasn't all that surprised. She could understand the other woman's surprise, though. This wasn't something women usually did unless for medical reasons. <br><br>She bit back a grin at miss Angels' comment in reply to Markum's question and waited patiently for the inspection to go on. This seemed like a simple case, abdominal pains were usually taken care of quickly enough and the girl didn't seem in distress. Not like a couple of other patients in the ward... Lottie's gaze moved from bed to bed and she tilted her head with some worry. It seemed the new guys were getting a crash course in one of the laws around here... Poor things. They'd be all shaken up and shivering in the cafeteria later, no doubt. Need a little cheering up, perhaps. The gleam in the blond nurse's eyes changed a hint and she eyed the young men with renewed interest. Poor, poor things would need some serious cheering up, wouldn't they?<br><br>She snapped back to attention and blinked as she watched the two ladies in front of her. "Anything you need from me, Doctor?" she asked, just to be certain. This was no time for naughtiness...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 00:45:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Virginia Dallas in The Fat Man's office with Doctor Stanley Adams and patient Anna Belle Lewis</em></span></span><br><br>Ginny watched as the intern performed his first rectal exam in the Fat Man's office, and on miss Lewis of all patients... The young man did his job well but at a point Ginny had to be careful not to tap her foot impatiently. Being used to a quick but thorough method of the owner of the office she felt Doctor Adams could use a little... hurrying up. When he finished, he'd found what the Fat Man suspected, an inflamed appendix, and the lady was sent off to surgery immediately. <br><br>"Good job," she complemented the young man and patted him on the back as she turned to clean up and then left the office ready for a new patient or an interview. The way she did that made her feel at least three times older than she was and she shook her head. Right now it was time for some coffee and maybe some buttered toast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 18:26:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Anna Belle Lewis -- Being taken down to Surgery</em>.</strong> </span></span><br><br>Anna Belle easily smiled to The Fat Man and was biting down onto her lower lip a moment later when he began to spread the K-Y Jelly.&nbsp; If she hadn't been quite so numbed from the pain killers she knew she would have shivered, and she would have been able to tell herself that she was growing a bit moist down there during the Doctor's preparations.&nbsp; A moisture that grew a little more as the doctor probed inside her sex and Anna Belle gave a soft moan, unable to quell the reaction.&nbsp; It was even harder to when his thumb brushed over her swelling clit.&nbsp; She remained still and behaved, her slender hips only being a little encouraging, and it wasn't until the Doctor began to move away that concern spiked.&nbsp; <br><br>"Just as long as Dr. Adams takes excellent care of me," she said to them, a small smile on her face before her eyes turned to Stanley.&nbsp; All too briefly, though, she discovered the concern was greatly acute as she was giving a scream of pain just a couple minutes later.&nbsp; The Fat Man's predictions proved true once Dr. Adam's wiggled one lubed finger past her tight anus -- and she was pretty sure he wiggled and slid it in and out a little more than necessary, but, well, she didn't see any reason to complain -- and finally instructed her to cough.&nbsp; The pain felt as bad as before!&nbsp; It was sharp and searing, tears flooding her eyes as she whimpered and cried out, barely hearing to Dr. Adam's instructions to have her brought into surgery.&nbsp; She was still whimpering when they transferred her onto the gurney for transportation.&nbsp; <br><br>This morning hadn't gone at all how she expected!&nbsp; Anna Belle sniffled as she was taken from the office and whisked to surgery.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 18:59:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Nurse Amaya Forman, headed to lunch</em>.</strong> </span></span><br><br>"That's all right, Miss June," Amaya said in a soothing tone, the friendly smile still affixed on her lovely features.&nbsp; Gently she patted the bed, straightening the hem of the blanket for the woman, trying not to wince as she hummed and swayed her head.&nbsp; "You just rest for a little while.&nbsp; We'll be bringing some lunch up soon.&nbsp; Would you like a magazine to read?&nbsp; I've got the latest issue of Vogue in my purse," she whispered the latter, as if sharing a conspirator's secret with her and winked, her smile widening.&nbsp; "I'd be happy to lend it to you, if you'd like.&nbsp; Just let me know."&nbsp; The nurse's attention flickered when the Fat Man paused beside the bed, returning a few moments later with another quick smile.&nbsp; "Don't worry, Miss June, you'll be good as new in no time!"&nbsp; Or at least, she hoped.&nbsp; It seemed rather odd Miss June wouldn't give a first name, but maybe she didn't have one... or maybe she was just stubborn.&nbsp; <br><br>With a glance and smile to Kate, Amaya moved away from the beside, replacing Miss June's chart as she whispered, "I'm going to head down to the cafeteria."&nbsp; &nbsp;What a first day this was turning out!&nbsp; So far things seemed to be going well, or so she hoped.&nbsp; Making a very brief stop at the nursing station to get the twenty from her purse, pressed into her hand by daddy on her way out the door, Amaya headed for the cafeteria, softly humming and still smiling.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 19:28:42</strong>
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				Julie Markum, M.D. at bed 12 with&nbsp; Nurse Anderson and Charlotte Angels.<hr><br>After exchanging a glance with Nurse Anderson Julie realized she had a lot to learn about things--and not just in medicine.<br><br>With a rather cool visage and voice she met CHarlotte's eyes and said,"Interesting friends you have, Miss Angels.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, I was simply concerned that you might be having complications from a recent surgical procedure.&nbsp; Normal women do not shave their private areas like that on a regular basis."<br><br>Julie, however, gently prodded the patient's liver.&nbsp; "Nurse, I think we're on the right course of treatment.&nbsp; Miss Angels, the charcoal drip we've already begun administering should clear things up.&nbsp; The pain at your liver is a symptom from your overdose.&nbsp; I suggest you find some less colorful friends.&nbsp; The ones you have are bad for your health."<br><br>Julie turned from the patient then as the Fat Man popped in to check on her progress and dismiss her for lunch.&nbsp; Julie tore off her gloves and tossed them in the trash, signed the chart and happily made her way out into the general ward, and as others were doing, headed for lunch in the cafeteria.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 19:39:57</strong>
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				Mox Harris with Jordan Montero and Jane Doe<hr><br>Mox shook his head as he heard about Cliff's lumbar puncture fuck up.&nbsp; That shouldn't actually kill the girl, but he didn't like the look of this one.&nbsp; He watched as Montero pulled it together easily and performed the trache.&nbsp; <br><br>All the while, he kept casting quick glances at the fiasco across at Burpleson's bed.&nbsp; Cliff was at it again, and it looked really bad this time.&nbsp; It looked as though Cliff had jumped in and taken over, leaving little room for Bobby Boss to do anything or even protest. <br><br>The blood was a mess, but that's what nurses were for.&nbsp; He clapped Paul on the shoulder with a bit of sympathy as Jane Doe started freaking out.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good luck with that one, Paul," he said grinning. Paul had a special gift with the nut-jobs.<br><br>AS Goldwasser made his way through the ward, Mox nodded acknowledgment..."Drinks in an hour," he said.<br><br>He slipped a hand in his pocket, before he went to the cafeteria or met Goldwasser for drinks, he was going to find his way to a particular little closet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 04:28:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Lottie Anderson leaving for the cafeteria, picking up a stray</em></span></span><br><br>Lottie nodded at the intern's assessment and when the other woman was gone she quietly checked her notes to see if she needed to add her own about the drip. Doctor Markum was a thorough one, to Lottie's pleasure, and she went about fixing the sheets and getting the young miss Angels comfortable as she could be. She got her a glass of water and patted her hand in a comforting manner. "We'll get you something later if you want, something to nibble on. All right sweetheart? And if you need anything you have a call button right here, see?" She pulled on the cord and made sure the little call button was within reach for her. <br><br>On her way down the ward she stopped by the intern who'd just lost that biker guy and was looking all puppydog like. Maybe that was just how his eyes were, but nevertheless... <br><strong>"Doctor Harris,"</strong> she said warmly with a tingle of something a little bit inappropriate, <strong>"would you be a darling and escort a lady to the cafeteria?"</strong> She winked at the new nurse who wiggled her cute butt past them, Amaya?, and looped her arm around the guy's, tugging him forward as she begun to walk towards the hall. <br><br>Nurse Ginny glanced into the ward and Lottie gave a little wave to let her know she was coming, assuming the other girl was going the same way, and gestured suggestively to the bed beside her. Ginny took a look, arched her brows and obviously got the hint. She waited in the door, letting Nurse Foreman past her as well as others leaving the ward, and smiled a friendly little smile at the intern caught in Lottie's trap. Arm! Caught in Lottie's arm!...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 21:59:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/JohnKrasi_Steve_6060339_600.jpg)</div> <div align="center"><em>Clifford learning the ramifications of his inexperience...SYKE! He learns killing someone gets him a lunch date! </em></div><hr><br>Clifford's face did not contort to panic as the overweight, drunk mess of a man twitched and made the procedure differently. He actually managed to scold the man.<br><strong>"Well, someone sure needs to learn to take care of themselves."</strong><br>His hand remained steady with the tube injected in the man's gut until the moment he began to twitch his final dance with death until he remain lifeless. He was a little torn up over the fact the now dead fatty had spit up a little on his face, all that equipment and it still landed on him. A shudder of disgust washed over him as the doctor lectured him on another one of the rules of medical care. He nodded solemnly, he had just killed a man. As he was dismissed for lunch he pulled off his gloves and gown, thankful that most of Burpelson's fluids had been deflected before he wiped his face with a disinfectant and some gauze before he heard a nurse come up behind him. <br><br>He looked her way and nodded, that signature puppy dog look still on his face.<br><strong>"Sure, its my first day so you are going to have to show me the way."</strong><br>Cliff agreed to escort the gorgeous blond anywhere she wanted to go, hastily stepping away from the dead man as quickly as he had stepped away from Jane Doe but this time with a nurse! His arm moved to hook his elbow around hers to actually escort her even if she would be the one showing the way. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 22:33:15</strong>
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				<strong>Kate, with Amaya and Miss June, Heading for the Cafeteria</strong><br><br>Kate nodded and smiled gently as Miss Golding – sorry, <em>Miss June</em> – patiently explained that she was all right … but inside, Kate’s heart broke just a little. She didn’t know why. Over the past year-and-a-half of working at Calvin Coolidge for the Fat Man, she’d learned a lot of important lessons. Like how to punt patients off to other department, how to make her own problems somebody else’s problem. And how to pretend to not give a damn, and to play the part of a sarcastic, cold-hearted bitch.<br><br>But there was something about Miss June … something sweet. Something fragile. Something that didn’t deserve to be ignored, and something that Kate couldn’t bring herself to not care about. Even though she was painfully aware that caring about someone like Miss June would only lead to trouble, and heartache …<br><br>Tenderly, Kate patted Miss June’s hand. “That’s right … just rest for awhile,” Kate murmured to her patient. She brushed errant strands of hair out of the woman’s face. “I’m glad you’re all right. But I’ll be back in a little bit, to check up on you.”<br><br>Picking up Miss June’s chart, Kate looked at it and frowned, her brow furrowed in worry.<br><br><em>I wish I knew what was wrong with you,</em> Kate thought. <em>I think you’re broken, in more ways than one …</em><br><br>Kate shook her head. She pretended to wipe a speck of dust out of her eye.<br><br><em>Whatever,</em> she thought, shrugging and putting away the chart. <em>Time for lunch. Let’s see what Mox is up to … and what he’s got for me.</em> She smiled, thinking of that.<br><br>She looked over admiringly at Amaya’s sexy bottom as the new girl headed off as well, watching the soft, gentle swells of those succulent ass cheeks … wondering what it’d be to bite them. She wondered if Amaya was a screamer in bed. <em>Bet she is,</em> Kate thought. <em>I’d love to find out for sure whether I’m right or wrong, though …</em> <br><br>“Hey, Amaya,” Kate called after the new nurse, “Nice job this morning.” She smiled mischievously. “And come join me and Mox in a little bit. Should be fun.”<br><br>After finishing up, Kate walked out into the hallway. She fished out a cigarette from her purse and lit it up … the nicotine rush washed over her in a lovely, lovely way. <em>Christ, I needed that.</em> She made her way over to the cafeteria, wondering what new surprises might be in store for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 16:34:21</strong>
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				JANE DOE, WITH DR. MONTERO, AND PAUL JAMESON, BED 10<br><br>Jane listened, to Dr. Montero. Even though she was still very angry, and scared. She didn’t remember at all coming to the hospital. She didn’t even remember her name, or any thing at all, even where she lived! Her head pounded, it felt like ice picks were pushed in her ears. And she keeped coughing, it felt like some thing was stuck, in her throat.<br><br><strong>“How long have I been here?”</strong> Jane asked. Her voice, it still was very angry. But it wasn’t loud, any more. She looked at the pretty doctor, then the male nurse, who standed at her bed side. <strong>“Do I know you, I don’t remember you, at all?”</strong><br><br>But the woman doctor, she didn’t answer Jane’s questions. Instead she writted notes, on a chart. And then she telled the nurses to clean up the blood, and for her to calm down. And then she walked away! <br><br>That maked Jane even more angry! How could she be more calm, she was sick, maybe even dying! And she didn’t know what maked her sick, or any thing!<br><br>Jane beginned to cry. She holded the male nurse’s hand, very tight.<br><br><strong>“Please don’t go?”</strong> Jane asked him. <strong>“Every one else, it looks like they leave.”</strong> She watched, as many of the doctors and nurses in the room, they finished with their patients and walked away. <strong>“I don’t want to be here, alone.”</strong><br><br>A sharp pain, it runned through Jane’s head! She letted out a small cry, and she closed her eyes. And when she opened them, a naughty evil smile, it crossed her pretty face. She wiped all the tears, from her eyes. Her handkerchief, it was covered with pink sploches, from her tears and the blood. But she wanted to clean up her face, very much, for this strange handsome man. She didn’t know why? But suddenly, she needed to look very beautiful, for him! <br><br><strong>“Besides, mister handsome nurse,”</strong> Jane purred, <strong>“if you don’t go maybe I show you a good time. What do you say?”</strong> She stroked the male nurse’s arm, very playful. And then she reached up, and runned her fingers across his chest.<br><br><strong>“Want to play doctor?”</strong> Jane asked him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 17:48:31</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">JACKSON MARTIN, IN BED 11 WITH BAMBI, BEHIND THE CURTAINS</span></strong><br><br><strong>"Mmmm, Bambi, shhhh,"</strong> Jackson chuckled as he slipped himself between her moaning lips. The doctor's coat apparently made girls just as hot as his basketball shirt back in college! Of course, he was lucky to have such a fun loving, ditzy slut of a patient. He stabbed the swollen head of his thick cock against her tongue with a groan and pumped his fingers wickedly into her cunt, impressed by how she was soaking his hand.<br><br><strong>"If you ever get jumped by another sinister man on a plane... be sure to come for a check up!"</strong> he gasped as her oral prowess turned out to be as expert as he'd expected. <br><br><strong>"I know I'm a big guy honey, but don't scream too loud. Let's keep this our own naughty secret,"</strong> he growled in her ear with a bite as he pulled out of her mouth, lifted Bambi onto all fours with his fingers wiggling inside her, and covered her mouth with his palm smelling and tasting of her juices as he speared into her slutty pussy from behind.<br><br><strong>"Move it girl, nice and fast,"</strong> he panted in her ear, thrilled by the risky game he was playing on his first day at work, but eager not to let it last too long before disaster struck. His chest tightened&nbsp; with fear as he heard the Fat Man speak to him, but it turned out he was being given a break. Phew! <strong>"Thank you Doctor Goldwasser!"</strong> he called out, fighting back a grunt and grinning wickedly at Bambi as he removed his hand from her mouth and kissed her hard and wickedly, slamming balls deep against her cervix as he heard people starting to leave the ward.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 09:18:20</strong>
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				<strong>Charlotte Angels, now alone in the hospital bed.</strong><br><br>When the nurse had left after the doctor, Charly looked outside. What had happened to her? She couldn't remember anything from last night but she was 100% sure that she didn't do drugs. At least not on purpose. Too much alcohol yes. Most likely but not hard drugs. As the doctors and nurses left for their break, the ward became quiet apart from the moaning of some people. And the patient to her right. The curtains were closed but curtains don't stop noise. At least the blonde bimbo was having fun with her doctor. <br><br>Charly smiled at her own nurse. She made some incredible movies and secretly she thought about her joining Charly behind the curtains. Doctor Markum wouldn't be pleased though. She did look a bit uptight. Nothing she and Lotti couldn't help though.<br><br>She snickered and closed her eyes again. The pain was still there but if she would just lay still, all would be just fine. She was in a hospital after all. What could possibly go wrong?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 21:01:56</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson B-ward with Jane Doe- Bed 10&nbsp; .&nbsp; </strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Please don’t go?” Jane asked him. “Every one else, it looks like they leave.” She watched, as many of the doctors and nurses in the room, they finished with their patients and walked away. “I don’t want to be here, alone.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Paul tapped her hand ...<strong>." shhhhh ...I will be staying ....besides ...we need to wash you up ...." </strong> as he gave her a reassuring smile ...eyes meeting hers . She look so genuinely scared and my what a looker she was too . Even with blood all over her pretty little face . Noticing she was becoming self conscious of it all . <strong>" Don't you worry ...I will even round up a make-up bag for you ....so you can put your face on . " </strong>&nbsp; His other hand ran through her hair ....as he helped her back onto the bed . His hands roaming a bit lingering here and there . Wanting to make the woman feel comfortable and sexy . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Besides, mister handsome nurse,” Jane purred, “if you don’t go maybe I show you a good time. What do you say?” She stroked the male nurse’s arm, very playful. And then she reached up, and runned her fingers across his chest.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>My this was hard to turn down ......as Paul grinned ...reaching his free hand into a bowl of warm water taking out the clothe as he began to rest it against her face . Patting the warmth ..taking away the dried blood . As he tentifully began to clean her up .&nbsp; <strong>" Well now I think this might be the first time ...one has offered a massage to me while working . " </strong> running the washcloth over her lips ...as he sat on the edge of the bed . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Want to play doctor?” Jane asked him.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>" ummmmm some days more than others .... "&nbsp; </strong>as he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead ... his hands untying the makeshift hospital garment she had on . Slowly helping to remove it ....but in a way that only exposed her breasts . His one hand moved to cup the underside of them as he cleaned the girl off . Letting his fingertips brush over her nipples ..maybe he pinched them ...<strong> " We do need to get you a cleaned up ....tell me if I am too rough .." </strong> tugging her nipple as he slowly moved the hospital gown farther down ...to expose the rest of her body . <br><br>He would soon be getting a good look at what color she was down below .. his fingers already seeming to touch the hair there .<strong> " Open your legs for me ....." </strong> as the rough texture of the washcloth moved over her sex ..<strong> " That's it ...." </strong> would he dare let his finger dip in a little . depending on how willing she was nothing wrong with fingering a patient and helping them release themselves ...all in a good day's work right .&nbsp; Hell maybe she would return the favor and his cock was definitely willing to be of assistance as it strained against his loose pants today was a great day to be a nurse .&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 21:46:47</strong>
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				<strong>Bambi Martin, Blowing Dr. Jackson’s Mind (Among Other Things) Behind the Curtains of Bed 11</strong><br><br>“Oh … my … <em>god</em>,” Bambi murmured as Dr. Jackson’s cock sprang out of his trousers. She’d been expecting something big, but … dear <em>lord</em>. She clapped her hands together excitedly, like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning, and then her head darted down between Dr. Jackson’s. <br><br>Kneeling on the bed, still writhing from the doctor’s talented fingers invading her juicy pink snatch, Bambi wrapped her lips around Dr. Jackson’s shaft and began to greedily suck his cock. Her tongue licked and fluttered around the underside of his length as her head bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing prettily as she took more and more of him down her throat. She’d learned how to deep throat guys ever since that movie had come out last year – it wasn’t particularly difficult, it just meant relaxing her throat – and guys seemed to go wild when she did it. She’d never deepthroated anyone quite as big as Dr. Jackson, but she thought she’d give it a try.<br><br>Slowly, gagging a little as she worked more of his cock into her mouth and throat, her nose pressed up against his stomach. Thin strings of drool rain from her lips, and she fondles his balls in her small hand, tickling them. She looked up at him as she crammed more of his dick in her mouth, wiggling her ass playfully … and then, with a loud, whooping gasp, she pulled her mouth away from him, stroking him with her hand as she caught her breath.<br><br>“Oh yeah, baby,” Bambi said wickedly, “fuck me.” A thin string of saliva ran from her chin to the tip of Dr. Jackson’s cock. She wiped the drool from her face with the back of her hand, and then scrambled onto her hands and knees, the springs of the hospital bed creaking and squealing, so he could mount her from behind.<br><br>“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuMMMMFFF!!!” Bambi screamed … or tried to, anyway. In one smooth motion, Dr. Jackson parted the wet lips of her sex with his shaft … and then plowed right on into her hot pussy, filling her with cock. He clamped one hand over her mouth as he started to fuck her, fast and furious, while his other hand groped and molested her tits.<br><br>Bambi didn’t mind.<br><br>Grunting happily, Bambi starting slamming her ass back against Dr. Jackson’s pistoning hips, fucking him with wild abandon, enjoying each and every long stroke of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. She hadn’t been fucked hard like that in a long time, and she loved it, rutting shamelessly in the hospital bed. She didn’t think she’d be able to walk in a straight line when she finally left the hospital, but she didn’t care. She just loved that big glorious cock of his, slamming into her, over and over and over …<br><br>Bambi’s eyes went wide, and then rolled to the back of her head for a moment.<br><br>“MMMFFF! MMMM!!! OOOO GDDD!!!” she screamed into Dr. Jackson’s hand. Her hips bucked wildly, and she thrashed about the bed for a moment. Her pussy spasming in wild delight, she found herself creaming all over Dr. Jackson’s invading cock … again, and again.<br><br><em>Shit, Ricco never makes me cum like that,</em> Bambi thought weakly, even as she still shook from the throes of her orgasm. <em>I need to get Dr. Jackson’s number … I want to party with him … every fucking night …</em><br><br>White lights filled Bambi’s head as she arched her back and came again. Hard. Delirious with joy, she frantically began to fuck herself back against Dr. Jackson’s cock even harder, wanting to keep cumming, and wanting to feel his creamy seed fill up her wicked pussy even more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 16:22:43</strong>
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				JANE DOE, WITH PAUL JAMESON, AT BED 10<br><br><strong>“Thank you, you’re very nice, to me,”</strong> Jane said to Paul. She sitted back up on the bed, like he wanted. She didn’t seem as angry as she was, moments a go. But Jane still had a evil, mischevious look, in her pretty blue eyes! And a naughty smile, on her face. <br><br>Jane squirmed with delight, when Paul’s hands runned very light over her hospital gown. She was glad, all the other doctors and nurses, they leaved her and Paul, alone together. Except for Dr. Jackson, but he was busy, behind a curtain, with some silly girl. And doing some thing very dirty with her, since she moaned so much!<br><br>Jane closed her eyes, and sighed, when Paul cleaned her face with the wash cloth. The cloth, it felt cool and good, on her hot skin. Her eyes opened wide though, when Paul beginned to untie her gown! But Jane, she didn’t stop him, though. Instead she helped him, she let her gown fall down the front of her body. And when it falled away, it revealed Jane’s perky breasts, with big soft dark nipples.<br><br><strong>“Mmm, that feels very good,”</strong> Jane said, very quiet. When Paul runned the cool cloth over the soft curves, of her breasts. <strong>“Nice and slow, please.”</strong> Jane giggled and gasped, as he runned the cloth further down her body. It felt good, on her tummy. And then he pulled away more of her gown. So he could see the red curly hairs, of her pussy.<br><br><strong>“Nice, isn’t it?”</strong> Jane asked Paul. <strong>“Do you think it’s pretty?”</strong> She smiled, very wicked, when his finger touched her slit. She spreaded her legs, more wide, so he could put it more deep into her. And she beginned rubbing his bulge, in his pants, with her hand.<br><br>Inside her head, Jane could hear a tiny voice, screaming! That what she was doing, it was naughty, and wrong. And she was a good girl, that Jane didn’t do things like this, ever before! But another voice, in Jane’s head! It telled the tiny voice to shut up, that she was in charge. And she wanted, finally, to have fun!<br><br><strong>“Well I think you want me,”</strong> Jane said to Paul, while she rubbed his cock. <strong>“I know how to make you feel good, why don’t you take that out? And then, you can take care of me, and make me feel all better!”</strong> Jane giggled, very wicked, and tugged lightly on Paul’s pants. <strong>“Please I want to see it!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:49:00</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson B-ward with Jane Doe- Bed 10&nbsp; .&nbsp; </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Mmm, that feels very good,” Jane said, very quiet. When Paul runned the cool cloth over the soft curves, of her breasts. “Nice and slow, please.” Jane giggled and gasped, as he runned the cloth further down her body. It felt good, on her tummy. And then he pulled away more of her gown. So he could see the red curly hairs, of her pussy.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Paul was drawn to the curly red hair ...taking his time washing her private area letting his fingers open her folds ..doing exactly as asked . With the washcloth wrapped around his finger he began to help stuff it up into her tight little hole . Using his thumb to press the corner of the cloth down onto her clit as he rubbed the cloth in a manner to tease her even more . Loving the way she reacted to it all every so often looking up into her face to see if this was pleasing . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Nice, isn’t it?” Jane asked Paul. “Do you think it’s pretty?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>" Indeed ....very beautiful ...such a fiery red color ." </strong>As her hands moved to rub his cock in his scrubs the man opened his legs more ...closing his eyes as he tried to hold back the whimpers . Enjoying the returning attention and the fact that most had left the floor for lunch . Though someone else had stayed behind and they seemed to be enjoying themselves as well . No harm if the pretty lady wanted some attention . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Well I think you want me,” Jane said to Paul, while she rubbed his cock. “I know how to make you feel good, why don’t you take that out? And then, you can take care of me, and make me feel all better!” Jane giggled, very wicked, and tugged lightly on Paul’s pants. “Please I want to see it!”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>More than likely Paul knew better ...but hell he was already fingering her pussy so why not .&nbsp; Lifting up the man untied the front of his pants ...and moved it downwards. The attention she had already been giving him already had his cock semi hard . Taking hold of her hand and helping the woman stroke him a few times ..he was decent sized longer in length and more thin line , the tip very sensitive . Paul muffled his own whimpers every time the woman rolled her fingers over it . <br><br>This was crazy ....he couldn't very well do her right here on the B-ward ...mean she ...didn't even know her own name . Leaning forward the man nuzzled his face to her breast and began to suckle gently at a nipple before pulling back . He had pushed all the washcloth up inside her by now and was beginning to tug it out as he whispered in her ear . <strong>" Your nice and clean now ...Would you like to sit on my lap while I dress you ? "&nbsp; <br></strong><br><br>His fingers still stroking her pussy ....a finger dipping lower and rubbing her tightly puckered anal ring ..she was lovely really in her naked state . Such pale skin ...perk nipples ...and beautiful pussy , hell he couldn't stop playing with it . Red heads they just did something to him , made his brain fall out of his head completely it seemed . The idea of burying his cock up deep inside her right at the moment was all he could think about . <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 17:16:59</strong>
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				JANE DOE, WITH PAUL JAMESON, AT BED 10<br><br>Jane gived Paul a pretty smile, when he washed between her legs. She was very tight, but his fingers, and the wet cloth, playing with her pussy? Especially when he touched her little clit, it sent delicious tingles, all through her body. Oh it felt amazing to Jane, she never felt any thing so good, before! She squirmed, and sighed, very happy, while he teased her. She loved that his hands roamed all over her body, when he washed her. She nodded at Paul, when he looked at her. <strong>“You’re so good to me,”</strong> Jane whispered, to Paul. <strong>“You make me feel so good.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Oh good,”</strong> Jane said, with a big smile, when Paul pulled down his pants. <strong>“It looks wonderful, just like I imagined.”</strong> She reached over to his growing cock, with her small hand. And beginned to stroke it, nice and slow. She was very gentle, while she stroked him. The small voice, in her head, it telled her that she never did any thing like this, ever before! Even though she wanted to, very much! So she watched his face, for making sure she pleased him good.<br><br><strong>“Ohh, ohh, yes,”</strong> Jane whimpered, as Paul put his handsome face, to her breast. She holded his head when he sucked her nipple, and runned her fingers through his hair. The man’s lips, they drived Jane wild! With a soft moan, she tugged off her gown, and throwed it on the floor. So she layed there, completely naked, on the bed, while Paul sucked her small pretty tits, and played with her cunt. She gasped, very loud, when his fingers touched the pucker of her ass! <strong>“Mmm, naughty boy!”</strong> Jane squealed.<br><br><strong>“Yes I’m clean now,”</strong> Jane whispered, to Paul. <strong>“But I’m still a dirty girl.”</strong> She sitted up, and stroked his cock, more firm, and insistant. She nibbled at his ear lobe, while she stroked him. <strong>“Why don’t you dress me, now?”</strong><br><br>Jane standed up, from the bed. She smiled, very wicked, she climbed into Paul’s lap and straddled him. She wrapped her arms, around his strong shoulders. And she reached down between her legs, and grabbed his cock. She pushed it, so the tip, it rubbed against her soft wet slit.<br><br><strong>NO NO NO!</strong> screamed the voice, inside Jane’s head. <strong>YOU NEVER DID ANY THING LIKE THIS BEFORE! YOU DON’T WANT THIS!</strong> Jane’s head, it hurted, from the dumb screaming. But she closed her eyes, she breathed very deep. And she maked the voice, go away.<br><br>Jane opened her eyes. She looked down at Paul, and giggled, very naughty. She grinded her hips, she teased Paul’s hard cock, with the entrance to her wet slippery pussy. <br><br><strong>“Don’t you want it?”</strong> Jane asked Paul. She runned a finger, down the side of his nose, while she teased him more. <strong>“It’s all yours, if you want it? Because I want this, very much.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 04:51:25</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">DR. JACKSON ROGERS, WITH BAMBI MARTIN IN BED 11, BEHIND THE CURTAINS</span></strong><br><br><em>Urngh,</em> Jackson thought and groaned to himself, <em>what a smoking hot dumb slut. I love me a blonde who ain't heard of the Hippocratic Oath. Fuck you, Hippocrates!</em><br><br>The young doctor and former NCAA athlete gave his patient a thorough and rigorous treatment. He felt her muffled screams against his palm as his rod pummeled against her cervix, and bit his lip with a snarl rather than mark her more than necessary. A bite mark on her breast would be hard to explain to the Fat Man, if it came to that. Ever the skillful amateur gynecologist, he skillfully tugged and manipulated her clit as she clenched and creamed around his fat dark fuckstick again and again. Even considering her no&nbsp; doubt extensive experience, he was sure he'd stand out among whatever "sinister gentlemen" she'd had before.<br><br>Finally, he erupted into her, emptying his balls into her belly, and pulled out of her, still covering her mouth. He licked her lips with a wicked chuckle once she'd recovered and caught her breath a little. Cupping her happy, delirious, ditzy face in his palm, he pushed a finger that smelled of her juices against her lips. <strong>"Mmm, just what the doctor ordered, honey. I've gotta scram before they need me anywhere saving lives, Bambi, but if you have any medical emergencies, you know who to call!"</strong><br><br>Winking, he gave her a quick, dirty kiss and scribbled the phone number of his apartment on a note from his prescription pad, folded and pushed it in the chest pocket of her hospital gown, giving her breast a cheeky squeeze. <strong>"Get some rest Bambi, you'll need it after that OD and your pounding. Get well soon!"</strong> With a bite on her neck, he distracted her from the momentary pain of the small dose of diazepam he injected her with, both to help her ride out the overdose and to calm her down after what he'd just done to her. Poking his head out of the curtains first to see what was going on, he slipped himself back into his scrubs and emerged. <br><br><strong>"Close the curtains, fool, and have fun!"</strong> he chuckled as he walked past bed 10, heading briskly out of the ward before a patient, doctor or nurse stopped him and asked stupid questions about ethics. He walked past the closet in the corridor and heard hushed conversation. Now who could that be? One thing it made him even more certain of was that the nurses of Coolidge Memorial could probably teach even their patients a thing or two. Wasn't that the one and only Nurse Strangelove he'd seen, fussing over the junkie girl? And that Asian chick. And the redhead. Hell, even head nurse Fairchild, was it? Wow.<br><br>Taking the elevator downstairs, he looked around at the gomers in bathrobes pacing the halls, and smiled radiantly and toothily at them as he headed to the cafeteria (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99357.msg4400688#msg4400688) for lunch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 19:43:02</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">DAN RYAN, IN BED 6, CALLING A NURSE</span></strong><br><br>Dan Ryan was feeling rather weak today, but he could still chuckle to himself at some of the goings on in the ward around him. He'd outlived someone, and couldn't help but notice some mischief going on in the beds of at least two of the hot young ladies opposite him. It made him feel very cheerful, better than the Mets' run this season.<br><br>Things calmed down as the doctors headed off after making their morning rounds, and he decided it was a good time to call nurse Virginia over, have her push him around the hospital grounds in a wheelchair, and peek down her top from time to time. He pushed a button to ring a bell at the nursing station. Miss Fairchild would know what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 19:11:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Virginia Dallas, returning to Bed 6 for Dan Ryan</em></span></span><br><br>Ginny had finished a sandwich from the cafeteria and a bottle of juice in a hurry and returned to the nursing station. She didn't feel like sitting down in the cafeteria today. When she returned she found a pacing head nurse Fairchild, storming the hall with a clipboard in hand and eying the clock. The head nurse was never in a good mood right after they lost a patient. It got her wound up and agitated, but it usually passed in an hour or so, thank God. Meanwhile all one could do was make sure not to piss her off and to simply do as told. <br>"Ah, Dallas. You're needed in the ward. Bed six." The tall readhead nodded curtly towards the ward and Ginny hurried over right away. She was about to step through the door when she remembered what she'd promised Mr. Ryan. She turned around, got a wheelchair and returned to the ward with a bright smile back on her face. <br><br>"Well now, Mr. Ryan. How about that walk?" She placed the chair by the bed and got ready to move him, softly but confidently taking hold on his deteriorating body to shift him from the bed to the chair. Noises from behind the curtain at bed 10 made her blush a little and wonder which of the interns or doctors were playing with little Jane Doe. Or wait, hadn't Jameson been issued that patient? She grinned slightly despite the blush and turned her attention back to her own patient. "Are you comfortable, honey? Do you wand me to get another pillow?" She'd put a pillow behind his back and a blanket over his feet, tucking him in nicely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 20:16:24</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson B-ward with Jane Doe- Bed 10&nbsp; .&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Paul reached back ...moving the chair onto two legs as his hand yanked the curtain closed well almost complete anyways . His mind more focused on the way this woman rubbed her wetness over his cock . Oh yea ..he was transfixed on her hands and the way she moved her body like some wanton whore that needed to be pleased . My Lord there was a God in heaven and he had sent this lovely creature . <br><br>His mouth found her nipple and he couldn't help but suck on it ...moaning into the flesh of it as his face nuzzled and opened biting lightly . Letting his tongue flick over those nipples as she continued to grind herself up against his hard throbbing cock . His hands caressed down her body not ready to cover it up yet with a gown . The scent of her arousal filled him as his fingers dug into her flesh roughly moving downward towards her ass .<strong> " Think we need the make sure your securely stationed first ..."</strong> lifting her ass up as the tip of his cock slipped between her folds . <br><br>The way she kept moving ...Paul thought nothing of it . Pulling her down hard onto his shaft , driving himself upwards . Only thing that mattered was being inside her . Feeling the wetness of her sweet juices coating him over and over . As the man tightened his ass cheeks and added a few more hard thrusts up inside her tightness . My how the muscles clamped down massaging his hard shaft . Moving over to her other nipple now ...suckling at it as he held her down onto his shaft . His balls wet from the dragging of her little red topped cunt over them . <br><br>The work day was definitely picking up ....even if someone else knew what he was doing . This woman felt damn good . He would dress her and fuck her that even sounded hot in his mind . Maybe clean her up afterwords and make her cum with his fingers . Whimpering again as he nuzzled her breasts not really believing what was happening . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 17:24:46</strong>
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				JANE DOE, WITH PAUL JAMESON, IN BED 10!<br><br>The screaming voice inside Jane’s head, it growed more loud! But Jane, she ignored it, she didn’t care what it said, any more. Paul’s lips, sucking on her pretty breasts, they felt wonderful! She jumped onto his lap, very eager and excited. She groaned loud, when his cock parted her wet pussy lips. And groaned even more loud, when he pushed himself, inside her!<br><br>Jane’s hot wet cunt, it wrapped around Paul’s cock, very tight! Paul shoved himself deep inside her, very quick. Paul was so excited, he didn’t notice, his cock pushing against Jane’s maiden head! Jane letting out a soft cry, of pain, as his cock teared open her maiden head. She never had sex with any one before, Paul was the first, for taking her cherry! It hurted, a little, as Paul keeped thrusting himself inside Jane. But the hurt, it was sweet, it felt so good to Jane. Very ahppy, she beginned bouncing up and down on his erection. And she loved it, the feeling of him, snug inside her pussy. And the feeling of his cock, sliding in, and out, of her!<br><br>Tears of happiness, they runned down Jane’s pretty face. <strong>“Thank you Paul,”</strong> Jane whispered to the sexy male nurse, as she rided his wonderful cock. She kissed him, very urgent, while he fucked her, he maked her feel very safe! And having sex, for the first time? It felt beautiful, and perfect, to her. Even more good, than Jane ever imagined! <br><br>But the screaming voice, inside Jane’s head? It was very angry, and furious with Jane! For being naughty stupid whore! Tiny drops of blood, they runned out of Jane’s nose, again. But Jane didn’t notice that. Or the blood, that runned from between her legs, from Paul taking her virginity. Jane thought she was in heaven, her whole body was full of the most amazing and naughty pleasures, being with Paul!<br><br><strong>“Yes fuck me Paul,”</strong> Jane said to Paul, very happy and excited. She gived his neck soft nibbles and kisses, while he fucked her so wonderful! <strong>“Fuck me hard, please don’t stop, ever!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - B Ward</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 20:18:35</strong>
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				<strong>Paul Jameson B-ward with Jane Doe- Bed 10&nbsp; .&nbsp; </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Paul could hardly believe how tight she was ...every thrust upwards seemed meet by the clamping of her muscles and a massage of her sweet wetness . So warm , so tight ...as he gasped for air ..my God she was bouncing up and down on him now . Those tits jiggling up and down the nipples seemed to be conducting an orchestra as his eyes tried to follow them.&nbsp; His moans were becoming louder and he moved forward to suck at the other breast needing to somehow muffle his own cries of sweet passion . <br><br>He was lost in the moment ...not realizing she had a bloody nose again ..all he knew was she was demanding him to fuck her . Lifting her upwards with each hard thrust .. his fingers melded into her round ass cheeks driving her forward and back as his cock was full up inside . The girls breast slipped out his mouth as he flet her bending down and nibbling at his neck . He couldn't help but turn to kiss her hard on the lips ...a warm wet substance hitting his lips as he drove his tongue into her mouth . <br><br>The taste of blood ...the verge of cumming ...as he pounded up into her harder and harder ...pulling away now as he looked into her face . Oh shit ...her nose was bleeding and he was so close ...he would clean her later . Lifting her up as the man moved to lay her back onto the bed holding those hips up in the air , her legs wrapped around him . Pile driving his full length into her now ...a wet slapping sound as his balls hit her lips ...glancing downward the man noticed his cock as it pulled in and out from between her red furry lips . Oh Lord ....she was a virgin or ...no it couldn't be . <br><br>As he gasped for air ..<strong>." Oh my ...I amm ...going to .... "&nbsp; </strong>he couldn't even finish as his cock throbbed and twitched releasing himself up inside this girl . Unable to stop ..his fingers moving to work her clit , rubbing it ...wanting to watch her face as she arrived at her own orgasm.&nbsp; No sound , just his body quivering ....as he continued to grind his hips up against her body . Catching his own breath , his cock still remained hard only now his seed spilled out of this lovely woman .&nbsp; <br><br>Bending down he whispered in her ear ...<strong>" That's it cum for me ....cum for me ..." </strong> fingers rubbing her clit as the other hand moved up to squeeze her breast . Oh yes he would need to clean her up ....so no one else knew . Or had they been too loud ...all these thoughts caressed his mind . As he felt himself about to release yet again into this woman . Gasping for breath ...as he panted in her ear....moving to suckle at the woman's earlobe moaning as his body jerked ...oh yes , he was cumming again seemed she was going to drain him right here and now . <br><br>Part of his mind trying to remind him where he was at ....and the consequences of being caught fucking a damn trauma patient . My God ...he was going to loose his job over this . It was just too hard to pull out , mean she had him in a death grip ..with that tight cunt that was squeezing and shuddering on his swollen hard shaft . His balls still emptying as the woman moved about . He had to be dreaming , right ? 
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