Rushing Kevin To The Hospital | Open |

She heard rose's yelling from the back and ran over. Catching sight of Kevin she rushed over. Her white lab cost bellowing behind her. "What happened?" She demanded taking a quick look at the wounds. (What wounds are they?)

Dude what the heck did you do to yourself lol)

She shook her head quickly before calling for Claire. "Claire I'll need your help over here!" She yelled getting some other nurses to lift Kevin onto a rolling bed and pushed him to a operating room. She paused at the door to look back at her friends giving them a reassuring smile. "We will do what we can. You need to stay out here alright? Try not too worry to much he's in good hands." She then darted inside and into the room before washing her hands and getting latex gloves on and proceeded to clean Kevin's wounds as best she could.

Ern you might wanna read my post lol.)

"Can't at the moment!" She called not glancing up from her work. "Claire Kevin's major wound is his arm, or lack thereof but I'm getting his minor cuts stitched up. Can you handle the arm problem?" She indicated towards Kevin's missing arm here most of the blood was coming from.

"If we ask stupid questions, I hope not," Claire snapped in the heat of the moment. "Angelica, I know, but we are going to need to surgically seal his arm. get the room ready because that's where I'm heading." Starting down the hall, rolling the stretcher with her, She proceeded to try and fix the breathing tubes onto Kevin's face, and began pumping oxygen through it. "Rose, I need you to get a sterile cloth from that drawer," Claire ordered, pointing to a small drawer along the hall. "Fold it up and press it firmly to his arm. I'm not going to lye; it will hurt him, a lot, but we need to stop the bleeding." They were nearing the room, and Claire was sure she was losing Kevin.

Claire sighed as she entered the room, wheeling Kevin in behind and positioning him in the surgical area next to the surgery stretcher. "Help me move him?" She said, grabbing his upper body. "One, two, three!" She then started hooking up the anesthesia, and positioned it over his head. "Yeah, I know, but she's getting the sterile cloth right now I think, which I'll need while his heart stops racing so his blood stops pumping so hard. I need to go wash. Watch him." Claire rushed to the wash stations and scrubbed her hands hard, sliding gloves on. She knew that the worst part of her job was that she knew mostly everyone that came in, and losing one of them would mean it was her fault.

Done scrubbing down, Claire came back out, hands up, and hoped Rosemary had made it back.

Rosemary did as Claire told, kind of hurt by her snappy remark, even though she knew she was under pressure as the main doctor.

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She nodded and went to grab the disinfectant and the kit to see up some of the larger wounds. He definitely would need it. "Claire.." She spoke softly as she worked on disinfecting his wounds. "No one has had anything close to his sort of damage in the academy...." She murmured seriously. "Things are getting out of hand."

"Yeah," Claire said, continuing. "Make sure he hasn't lost too much blood, and do a blood panel just in case there's something we need to know, such as getting a blood transplant. But finish stitching first."

Kevin's eyes fluttered open as he looked over at his missing arm. "Claire, can you make me a prosthetic arm?" He asked. "I can't live like a freak."

(Just make Kevin a darn metal arm)

She stood watching silently and smiled sadly

(I guess I should join in. And no, that can't happen. It's like asking "Could you take off your arm any time you like?")

Adam rushed to hospital, trying to get Kevin to safety. Even though Kevin can be a jerk and he was sort-of his arch-enemy, Adam cared for him. And everyone, really. When they got to the hospital, he put his arm around Rosemary, hoping to comfort her.

She seemed to have been paranoid, as if she was worried for Kevin. Adam was worried too. Kevin had been his friend for a short while.

|Nowadays, prosthetic are installed rather than.. clipped? on. So I would say no.|

Claire blinked heavy brown eyes then returned to work, a tear threatening to slip from her eyes as she tied another vein. "Nearly done. Could you bring me the stitching materials?" Thank goodness, whatever attacked Kevin had left enough skin to be stretched over the wound.