Know your ABCs. Kindergarten teachers sang the song in their classroom, and the medical profession easily and happily co-opted it. Airway, Breathing, Circulation. Take care of those, and the rest, well, was up to the professionals... in the best case scenario.
"Move.. let me through..." House had read this one's file, most definately. There was stuff going on in there that he'd only read about in the random sheets coming from K. Erik Drexler's office out in Washington in the late '90s. 'Unbounding the future', he'd written. Nanotechnology is on the horizon, he'd said. No one could have dreamed this up...
"Rose..." The doctor 'in residence' glanced at Ami, at her startle, and groaned inwardly, casting a more meaningful look at Scott and muttered under his breath, "Take care of her please." He doesn't need an infirmary filled again, thankyouverymuch.
"Rose... can you hear me." Certainly no question, not with the inflection he's got. Fingers go directly to the neck to check the pulse. Something's got her rate up, and at this point, he's got to crosscheck his times in the chart of these attacks. "I need to get her out of here..."
Wiping at his mouth in frustration, he'd have been able to do it himself before the shooting. Now? He didn't care what anyone'd said. He had damage, it had maimed him, and with it, the commensurate pain. Can't carry a usually healthy woman while fighting with a cane, much less barely managed pain. "Anyone volunteering?"
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[House] The doctor is in
Date: 2006-10-19 06:13 pm (UTC)"Move.. let me through..." House had read this one's file, most definately. There was stuff going on in there that he'd only read about in the random sheets coming from K. Erik Drexler's office out in Washington in the late '90s. 'Unbounding the future', he'd written. Nanotechnology is on the horizon, he'd said. No one could have dreamed this up...
"Rose..." The doctor 'in residence' glanced at Ami, at her startle, and groaned inwardly, casting a more meaningful look at Scott and muttered under his breath, "Take care of her please." He doesn't need an infirmary filled again, thankyouverymuch.
"Rose... can you hear me." Certainly no question, not with the inflection he's got. Fingers go directly to the neck to check the pulse. Something's got her rate up, and at this point, he's got to crosscheck his times in the chart of these attacks. "I need to get her out of here..."
Wiping at his mouth in frustration, he'd have been able to do it himself before the shooting. Now? He didn't care what anyone'd said. He had damage, it had maimed him, and with it, the commensurate pain. Can't carry a usually healthy woman while fighting with a cane, much less barely managed pain. "Anyone volunteering?"