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Post by Adriana Call on Jun 28, 2008 0:28:49 GMT -4
Damn recurring fever. She had no idea what it was! She went to the nurse complaining of a stomach ache, and now she was here being poked and prodded and waiting for her aunt and uncle to come and pick her up because they always got her out of the hospital when this happened. This was the third unexplained fever this week. And why wouldn't anyone tell her what was going on?!
Adriana figured she might as well catch up on lost sleep while she was here. She slowly drifted off, lulled somehow by what was not a somerific heart moniter's beeping a minute ago.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Jul 5, 2008 20:29:45 GMT -4
Yesterday, was a rare day at the Hospital, Dr. Carlisle Cullen had actually had a bad day. It was nearly impossible to tell though, as he walked through the hallways, with his usual poker face. His mind was focused on his work, but the memory he forced to the back of his mind, would not deteriorated like he had hoped. It was just something about patients with more than just physical problems that annoyed him.
A few days ago, a patient came in with a broken arm due to self mutilation and total anxiety. He was under Doctor Snow's care until he took another sick day due to a recurring cold. Thus, leaving the patient to Doctor Cullen. Yesterday of course, he made a scene at the Hospital, getting angry over a a slight sarcastic remark a nurse made. Unfortunately, Carlisle had to handle the situation until Doctor Snow returned, which was sometime today.
Until then, Carlisle was in charge of all of his patients, and the extra ones leftover from yet again. He didn't mind the extra patients, right now he was even walking room to room, checking up on the few patients he had.
He entered the fifth room, with a slight smile on his face and clipboard in hand. "Hello Ms. Call." He said. "How are you feeling?"
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Post by Adriana Call on Jul 17, 2008 8:47:26 GMT -4
Adriana looked up at the strange beautiful man who stood before her. She smiled. "I actually feel perfectly alright, I don't see why my aunt made such a fuss. Do you know what's wrong with me? This is my third fever this month." She didn't tell him how totally ill at ease she felt...how she sometimes wanted to burs out f her skin and run for miles, how sometimes even her best friends made her feel like screaming. She needed to get out. She'd always had good intuition. And she felt intuitively that whatever was wrong with her wasn't going to be helped here.
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