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11 July 2005 @ 04:52 pm
Island Hospital (Isabel/Chris/Sawyer/Ruby)  
The bullet was deeper than Isabel would have liked. Blood was beginning to gush from the wound, getting all over her hands, but she barely saw it, instead looking intently for the bullet.

She was about to stop, say they should stop the bleeding and start transfusions before beginning again, when the tweezers hit something hard. "I've got it," she said with a relieved smile. She took hold of the bullet and gently started pulling it out. "Cover the wound as soon as I pull it out," she said to Chris.

The bullet slid out easily. It was in one piece, thank God. She wouldn't have to go rooting around for other pieces. "It's the whole thing," she said, dropping it into a small cup she had in her tent. "He was lucky."

((Figured I'd just go ahead and start the new thread :) ))
chrisbourke on July 11th, 2005 09:15 pm (UTC)
The moment the bullet was out, Chris covered the wound with one of the pieces of cloth that had been cleaned for this very reason. "About time something went right fer the man," Chris remarked. "Now, we clean it up and stitch him up. Let's get the bleeding stopped before weh move onto the transfusion. Willnae do 'im anae good if we did it the other way around."
dr_almost on July 11th, 2005 09:21 pm (UTC)
Isabel nodded and wiped her hands off, the blood already caking to the corners of her nails. Pulling out the sewing kit, she impulsively chose her favorite color for thread: blue.

She poured a little bit more alcohol on her hands and covered the needle in it. She strung the thread and made sure the thread would be strong enough. The last thing they needed was for the stitch to break open.

Isabel looked up at Chris before she started to slide the needle through his skin, making sure he had a firm grip on Sawyer.

Finally, she slide the needle through the man's blood soaked skin, already going over the procedures for stitching in her head. She had practiced on an orange plenty of times. She wasn't about to tell the others this was her first time on an actual human.
chrisbourke on July 11th, 2005 09:24 pm (UTC)
Chris watched the girl as she began to stitch Sawyer up, making sure to check on him as well. But he couldn't help but observe that she was being *too* textbook in her actions. Then again... she probably had barely started her internship yet. How many chances could she possibly have had to do this to a patient?

"Ye are doing good, lass," he assured her truthfully, his voice soft as she worked.
dr_almost on July 11th, 2005 09:27 pm (UTC)
"Thanks," Isabel smiled, gratefully, but didn't look up. She worked slowly, but cautiously, making sure the stitches were strong.

She heard Sawyer's partner yelling from a distance. "Hey, you know what would be great?" Isabel's voice was calm and she didn't look up from what she was doing. "If someone could calm him down." A screaming Asian man didn't exactly make for a calm working environment.

chrisbourke on July 11th, 2005 09:31 pm (UTC)
"Let them worrae about it. Ye focus on yer patient," Chris said to her. He could understand where she was coming from, but the man outside the tent should be the least of her concerns.
dr_almost on July 11th, 2005 09:33 pm (UTC)
Isabel nodded, finishing another stitch. Within a few minutes, the wound was closed, looking red and swollen. "Done," she said, sitting back, finally taking a deep breath.

She started to clean the wound again before she bandaged it. "Where's Jocey with the transfusion supplies?"
Anastazia Mashka Aryoanastazia_aryo on July 11th, 2005 11:10 pm (UTC)
Tazy left Jocey at the campfire and opened the flap to Isabel's tent. She set down the bag, avoiding the bloody patient, opened it, and pulled out some tubing. "Jocey's looking for some bamboo." She informed them, handing some of the tubing to Chris. "And uh...Need anything else?"
dr_almost on July 12th, 2005 12:22 am (UTC)
Isabel shook her head, glancing up at Tazy. "No, we should be fine now. Thanks." She smiled at the girl and went back to bandaging Sawyer's shoulder.

She looked at Chris. "Can you start prep-ing Ruby?" Sawyer needed this transfusion as soon as possible. They had no time to waste.
chrisbourke on July 12th, 2005 03:28 am (UTC)
Chris nodded. He knew all too well how time was of the essence. After all, how many times had someone wound up on *his* table because of a lack of time? Turning to Ruby, he cleaned his hands and motioned for her arm. "Are ye sure ye want te do this, Rubae?" He questioned her softly, looking up to meet her eyes so as to gauge her reaction.
booksandblueyes on July 12th, 2005 04:20 am (UTC)
Jocey did not see how on earth they could use bamboo as a needle. It simply wasn't going to work. She founded the absolute tiniest pieces, the thinnest stalks, and they simply weren't going to work.

"If I might make a suggestion, lass?"

Jocey jumped in surprise as Caleb spoke up from his perch beside the campfire. For a blind guy, he was AWFULLY quiet. "What?"

"Well, not that I eavesdrop...but I'm gatherin' you're lookin' for somethin' ta use for that blood transfusion Izzy n' Irish've been goin' on about. If I'm remembering correctly, Lucy's got a perfectly good sea urchin back in the supply tent. Thought it might be useful fer somethin' someday. Guess she was right, eh?"

"...Sea urchin?"

Caleb smirked slightly as his head turned in her general direction. "Yes...pointy little buggers, am I right?"

"Oh. OH!" Jocey slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Right. Thanks, Caleb."

"Not a problem, lass. Gotta help out somehow."

Jocey barely heard him as she ran off towards the supply tent, looking for the small container that Ana Lucia dumped random crap in, always saying it 'might be useful'. Sure enough, she found what she was looking for. Now, how to pull or break them off...


A few minutes later, Jocey ran back to Isabel's shelter, 3 small, sharp, hollow needles in her hand and a myriad of cuts bleeding on her fingertips. "Got something better than bamboo!" she said cheerfully, opening her hand to display the needles.
dr_almost on July 12th, 2005 04:32 am (UTC)
"Thanks, Joce. This is perfect." She took the long sea urchin spikes and handed one to Chris. Cleaning Sawyer's arm, she studied him for a moment.

The guy was desperately in need of a haircut and a shave. His face was worn, looking almost harded over time, yet there was something around his eyes, when he was sort of coherent she had noticed it. Something tired and soft.

Isabel grabbed the tubing and handed one end to Chris, inserting the needle into her end.

Unconsciously, she smoothed her thumb over his skin before she slid the make-shift needle into his arm, searching for a vein.
Ruby Masonrubymason on July 12th, 2005 04:32 am (UTC)
Ruby bit her lower lip nervously, but as she glanced at Chris she nodded slowly. She *did* want to help...she *did.*

Taking a deep breath, she offered her arm, and in her hand a fine trembling could be seen. She was scared to death of needles...of doctors, of *all* of it...

"Y-y-y-y-y-you're g-g-gonna d-d-d-d-do it?" she asked shakily, swallowing hard as she gazed up at him.
chrisbourke on July 12th, 2005 04:50 am (UTC)
Looking at her eyes, Chris gave her a reassuring smile and nodded. "Ae'll do it, promise." Taking the tubing and needle from Isabel, he motioned for Ruby to sit down. "Ae'll be right here," he assured her as he got the makeshift apparatus ready for Ruby.
Ruby Masonrubymason on July 12th, 2005 06:03 am (UTC)
Ruby looked into his face, then bit her lower lip again and nodded again in confirmation. She could do this...she could...she *could*...
dr_almost on July 12th, 2005 06:16 am (UTC)
"Ready?" Isabel asked quietly. She noticed Ruby's apprehension and smiled encouragingly. "Don't worry, Rube. You'll do great. It'll be over before you know it."

She glanced at Chris and nodded, holding the tubing closed by pinching it with her fingers. They needed to get started, Sawyer was looking too pale for her liking.
booksandblueyes on July 12th, 2005 01:27 pm (UTC)
Once upon a time, this might have all made Jocey feel very nauseated, but after spending so much time in the hospital herself, with so needles poking out of her arms and wrists that they had almost always been dark blue with bruising, she was pretty much used to it. "He looks bad," she said absently, staring down at the blonde guy's waxy, pale face. "Really bad. Like...Six Feet Under bad. God, where did these two come from...?"
dr_almost on July 12th, 2005 04:44 pm (UTC)
"He's going to be fine," Isabel said with determination. She would not let this man die. They had lost too many already. "The worst part is over."

Isabel shook her head as she finally found Sawyer's vein. "I don't know. There are no other islands close enough to swim from and I sincerely doubt they're mermen."

She forced a smile but glanced at Chris worriedly. They could have only come from one place: this island.

"Have the others found anything out from that guy that was with him?" Isabel asked, keeping her tone light and conversational so as to not scare or worry Jocelyn and Ruby right now.
Ruby Masonrubymason on July 13th, 2005 03:15 pm (UTC)
Ruby tried to smile, but her lips wouldn't work. She could only nod as she glanced at Chris, then at the unconcious blonde man...Sawyer. He'd said his name was Sawyer.

To distract herself, she glanced over him, trying to figure out what she could. His hands were callused and cut up...and one of his fingernails was darkened. Blood, maybe? He'd clearly done a lot of heavy work...something he was no stranger to.

Her gaze moved up his body, taking in the details. He was good looking, definitely...and got plenty of sun...he looked a lot like the few men around *this* camp with his sun-kissed skin and his dirty blonde hair bleached brighter by the sun...
chrisbourke on July 14th, 2005 01:51 am (UTC)
Chris worked quickly, yet made sure to be careful despite his quickness. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He was about to speak when he noticed her apparent distraction. She was eying the newcomer openly. For a moment, Chris felt an irrational jealousy forming inside him. Had every woman fallen for this blonde stranger? Then he realized she was doing just that. Not falling for him, but almost observing him. She had that analytical look in her eye, one he often saw in his police force comrades during an autopsy rundown.

So instead, he said nothing about his own observations. Instead, he gently reached out to take her hand. "Ae'm going te need ye te stand up, Ruby. That way the blood of yours goes inte him and not vice versa," he remarked. Looking up to meet his eyes, he smiled faintly in quiet reassurance. "Are ye readae for this?"
Ruby Masonrubymason on July 14th, 2005 03:17 pm (UTC)
Ruby glanced back at Chris with wide, startled eyes for just a moment before she nodded and stood up. Biting her lower lip, she finally nodded and offered her arm again. She was ready...she was ready...

Much like a child anticipating a painful shot, Ruby shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to hold it. Without even thinking, she made a fist and held it, giving Chris an easier time of finding a vein in her arm as she clenched it tight.
chrisbourke on July 15th, 2005 03:13 am (UTC)
As much as he wanted to ease her thoughts, he knew that the tension would help make this easier. Tying off a rough tourniquet around her upper arm, Chris moved swiftly. Taking the urchin 'needle', Chris injected her with it and helped her rise. Sure enough, blood began to leave her and go down towards the unconscious Sawyer. Chris breathed a faint sigh of relief and leaned his forehead against her temple lightly. "Let's hope this works," he remarked ever so faintly.
Ruby Masonrubymason on July 15th, 2005 04:59 am (UTC)
Ruby winced as the needle slid into her arm, utterly passive as he helped her rise. As he rested his forehead against her temple, she let out a whimper and instinctively turned to hide her head against his neck...she hated needles hated needles hated them, feared them with a fiery *passsion*...

...she just prayed it was over. *Fast.*
dr_almost on July 15th, 2005 11:22 pm (UTC)
Isabel looked at Chris over Ruby's head, briefly wondering what was going on between them, but said nothing.

She looked down at Sawyer's arm, holding it in her hands. Glancing at his face, she noticed his color was already getting better. "We shouldn't have to take too much," Isabel said to Chris, her gaze remaining on Sawyer.
chrisbourke on July 18th, 2005 04:03 am (UTC)
((OOC: Sorry, been gone all weekend. Hehe))

Chris nodded gently, his eyes half observing Sawyer, but mostly observing Ruby. The last thing they needed was another patient. There was some other motives behind that, but he was not going to go there.

So he gently placed one hand on her hip in quiet comfort as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. As he did, he observed her, making sure she wasn't starting to slump or show effects of the transfer.
Ruby Masonrubymason on July 20th, 2005 01:34 am (UTC)
Ruby kept her face buried against Chris's neck, her whole body humming with tension, even as a light chill touched her in the warmth of the island air as the blood left her body.

After a short while, a low groan came from Sawyer as he grimaced, stirring where he lay. God*damn*, who the hell hit him over the head?...

"Yo, Jordan, Bruce...what t' hell happened?..." he muttered semi incoherently, eyes screwing shut in pain. Shit, his shoulder hurt something awful. "Get Jack...think 'm sick, guys..." Where in the blue hell were Michael and Jin, anyway?
dr_almost on July 23rd, 2005 12:39 am (UTC)
"*Bruce?*" Isabel mouthed, confused to Chris, but just shook her head, letting it go.

"You are sick. You've been shot. There's no Jack here. My name's Isabel. I'm a doctor. I've stitched you up and right now we're giving you a blood transfusion," Isabel said in a very matter of fact, doctor-like tone.

She noticed Ruby was looking a little pale and nodded to Chris. "I think that's enough."

"How do you feel?" she asked Sawyer, quietly. "Can you remember what happened to you?"
James "Sawyer" Ford: Sawyer Pilot_complex_guy_ on July 23rd, 2005 08:47 pm (UTC)
Sawyer blinked owlishly, peering up at the delicate features above him framed with honey colored hair.

Now that was *definitely* too female and too cute to be Jack...

...and she was talking. //Okay, jackass, focus...// Which was easier said than done, as drowsy as he was and as bad as he hurt...

Wait...he didn't know this chick. Any of these people...and the last thing he remembered was Jin hauling him through the water like a sack of freakin' rice or some shit...

Sawyer's ice blue gaze finally started to focus on the woman...Isabel...turning cold and hard.

With one swift movement, his free hand came up, wrapping around the back of her neck and pulling her down hard as he tried to sit up, bringing them nose to nose.

"Blondie, you got two seconds t' tell me where the hell I am and who the *fuck* all y'all are, or else it's *on.*" he snarled quietly.
Anastazia Mashka Aryoanastazia_aryo on July 12th, 2005 05:44 pm (UTC)
"You're welcome. I'll um...Be out here with the rest." Tazy said, backing out. She brushed past Jocey, holding something in her hands. She offered Joceylyn a smile before joining the others.
dr_almost on July 23rd, 2005 09:32 pm (UTC)
Isabel's eyes widened and she gasped as his hand quickly wrapped around her neck and pulled her towards him. His grip was firm and determined, but he wasn't hurting her...yet.

Her eyes quickly went from surprised fear to firey anger. "Let go of me," she said through gritted teeth. She held his gaze for a moment, neither one showing signs of relenting.

"Would I really have spend the time stitching you up if we wanted to hurt you?" Isabel asked, annoyed. "You and that Asian guy washed up on our beach. You were shot." She glared at him defiantly, almost daring him to tighten his grip.
James "Sawyer" Ford_complex_guy_ on July 27th, 2005 07:06 pm (UTC)
"My point exactly." Sawyer shot back with quiet venom, flashing her a nasty smile. "At this point, I ain't feelin' too trusting. Now where. The fuck. Am I?"
dr_almost on July 28th, 2005 07:58 pm (UTC)
Isabel's eyes narrowed back at Sawyer's cold, hard gaze. She wanted to resist, to not give him the satisfaction of an answer, but she was starting to realize he was probably as stubborn as she was.

"I don't know," she finally spat out, hating herself for caving in. "We were in a plane crash. We ended up on this island. You and your friend are the first people we've seen in over a month." Isabel didn't want to get into the people other's claim to have seen in the jungle. The thought of gun toting people living on this island made her uneasy.

She had a million questions she wanted to ask. Was he on a boat? Was it still out there? Were there people coming to look for him? But, Isabel asked "Where did you come from?" her stomach knotting, as if already knowing the answer.