[How to] Hospital [Save] Roleplay [a Life]

[Battooth]

((You don't have to know anything about being a doctor. I figure it'll be more like Scrubs than a real hospital, where people have time to just hang out. But we've got the internet, which means we can cheat!

I was thinking that the setting could be like Sacred Heart from Scrubs, just 'cos that's the hospital I'm most familiar with, and I'm assuming some other people are familiar with, too.

Doctors, nurses, patients, interns, board members, lawyers, really anyone you'd find in a hospital is welcome!))

A woman glanced at a chart in her hand. She smiled as she signed it, then looked up at the patient. "Hopefully I won’t be seeing you anytime soon," she joked. "At least not here." The man thanked her as he walked out, smiling, holding the hand of his young daughter. The woman watched them go for a minute, a slightly mistly look in her blue eyes, then turned to drop the papers off at the front desk. 'Another patient discharged,' she thought excitedly. She had discharged patients before, but she always got the same thrill from it as she had from the first time she had told a patient they were well enough to go home.

With her hands in her white coat pockets, the blonde doctor walked through the hallways of the hospital. Her hair was slightly curly, and a nice soft blonde. Her eyes were dark blue, and she was rather pretty, if an inch or two shorter than average. She wore a doctor’s standard uniform, blue scrubs, a white coat, a stethescope, tennis shoes, and a beeper in case anything went wrong.

Her nametag read 'Dr. Jillian Sullivan,' and she brushed her hair away from it, behind her shoulders. She was smart, having skipped a grade in middle school and graduated at the top of the class in high school. She had moved closer to the hospital she now worked at, so that she could be there as much as she was needed, whether she was on call or not.

Despite her work-a-holic atitude that appeared some of the time, she could be easy-going and relaxed. She liked a laugh more than anything, prefering comedies over romances. She was perfectly happy to sit home on a weekend, watch TV and eat a tub of ice cream.

Jillian- or Jill as she prefered- paused near the break room and went inside. She grabbed a book from the coffee table in front of the couches- a book she had placed there earlier, 'The Five People You Meet In Heaven' by Mitch Albom- and opened it to her book mark. Her eyes scanned the page as she mouthed the words, 'You burn me'. She froze as she turned the page, dreading what the next few lines would be, and praying her beeper didn’t go off and no one decided to walk into the break room and disturb her.

[frosty ♥]

“Mr. Martinez, our nurse shall bring you to room 312 for your regularly check up” a womanly voice spoke and the sound of scribbling echoed her words. A black pen swirled ‘round as it wrote down her signature, ‘Maria Marcello’ it read. She handed the note pad over, with her name signed on it, to the nurse who whisked away with her new patient. The tall, elderly man stumbled off after her. His wrinkled hand wrapped around a tan cane.

“Another day, another patient” she murmured as she grabbed a stack of papers and quickly checked off a few boxes on each page. The woman’s light brown hair bouncing on her shoulders as she walked about the hospital, a different clip board in her hand this time. Maria was the type of lady who was outgoing and social, never really the type to be shy and quite around others. Well, you sort of had to be social in order to talk to patients coming in every single day. There was really no time for funny business when you’re checking names off important papers or carefully doing surgery.

The young woman exchanged a few words with a doctor then was gone—once again. She was usually the one to retrieve and check over extremely important records that has everything a patient had gone through, medically, since they were born. Her dark brown eyes scanned the file names as she her fingers flipped through them. “Alicia Leggett” she muttered multiple times under her breath. “Ah, there we are” her thin, bright red lips formed a smile as she pulled out the partly heavy folder. Carefully, she closed the cabinet and gazed down at the note card attached. ‘Alicia Leggett. Next appointment 3:00 pm, 23rd of April’ the card taped onto the front said.

Yes, all days went by like this. She sincerely loved working here at the large hospital. This is Maria Marcello.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Why was I always the "it" girl?
Why was I the one that everyone always talked about?
Made fun about?
I just didn't understand.
And now here in the hospital?
No one seems to understand me, not even my own parents.
I try and try, but it never works...
Why?

--x

She had been through numerous things in her small expanse of a current lifetime -- she was a middle schooler by the age of twelve, to be exact. Twelve years old. Seventh grade. She was currently sitting in a wheelchair, staring out the window and pondering the thoughts of why kids thought her to sometimes be "jinxed" or "bad luck". Strange thoughts indeed.

--x

No, I'm not asking you to pity me.
I'm just asking you to hear my story out.
And perhaps you can prevent this from happening.
You see, it's nothing out of the ordinary.
It's just a little something that everyone does.
Gossip.

--x

The twelve-year-old shifted rather uncomfortably in her wheelchair as her thoughts took an unpleasant turn to memories she didn't favor all that much. You see, the reason why she was in the hospital was for her broken leg, of course, but she also enjoyed having time to finally think for herself and sort her emotions out.

Pale violet colored eyes gazed out the window, wandering about and glancing around outside the window to the place she longed to be. When was the last time she had gone outside? Not since last week -- her leg really did need a lot of healing to be done. Fractured in several places, it would need rest and time to mend up.

There were times when I swear I would burst because of everyone who confided in me.
They would oftentimes tell me their secrets and they would even more times talk to me about people they disliked, whom I saw no problem with.
Yeah, I didn't say anything or else they'd get real ticked off at me.
But secretly, I dreaded it whenever someone came to me with a serious face to talk about someone else.
The reason why?
Whenever I tried to approach someone with the way my feelings were hurt and something that had happened to me, they usually dismissed it as something minor that didn't really bother them since it didn't have anything to do with them--
Or they did the thing I hated the most: saying that I wallowed in self-pity too much or that I shouldn't be so self-centered.
It was unfair.
But I had to live with it.

With an effort, the girl lifted up her arms to tie her raven colored hair back into a loose ponytail that was rather short. A headband with the imprint of skulls on it was slipped onto her head lightly. Putting down her arms and sighing, she sat back down.

She was a pretty shy female, but she could be quite outgoing and friendly -- sometimes, at least. She disliked to speak too much and always had a rather innocent look on her face -- the reason why most people poured out their hearts to her. At first, it felt rather nice to be needed by people, but as time gradually went on, she got tired of it.

The name of the hospital patient? Well, she went by the simple name of Serena.

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Dr. Sullivan closed 'The Five People You Meet In Heaven' with a soft sigh. The end. She hated the end of a book. Jill stood, placing the book on the coffee table in case anyone wanted to read it, then walked out of the break room. Walking down the hallway, she peered into all the rooms as she passed.

"Anything you looking for?"

Jill nearly jumped at the voice. She turned to see a tall man walking just behind her. He was about two inches taller than the average male, and he had neat brown hair. His eyes were a nice blue, and he had a face that seemed to always be smiling.

"Michael!" Jill said, smacking his chest lightly with a fist, just missing the nametag that read, 'Dr.Michael McDonald'. "Don't scare me like that! You know I hate being snuck up on."

Michael grinned and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Calm down Jill," he said quietly. He was an overall happy guy, and stayed calm in most situations. Except of course life or death ones, in which case, he tried not to mess up. He was very much like Dr. Sullivan, except that he wasn't as work-loving. He liked to make people laugh as much as she did, and he thought it was pretty cool he had the same name as a sketch comedian. "

"Let's get you to a patient so you can use your energy for something useful," he continued as he steered his colleauge down the hallway and into a room, where Jill saw a young girl in a wheel chair.

"Hello," Jill said pleasantly. "How're you feeling today Serena?" She took the girl's chart from the clipboard on the end of her bed and checked it over. Most of the stuff on the chart seemed rather extraneous. Jill felt some of the stuff was unneeded for this particular situation. The girl didn't need a chart to know that she had fractured her leg.

((Here's Michael. The real Michael McDonald too. Isn't he just awesome looking? *le dreamy sigh*))

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Serena felt a surge of anger at the female doctor's words. How did she feel? Oh, she felt just /wonderful/, as if the whole world was rainbows and butterflies. Pffft. Yeah right. Serena felt the absolute opposite of that and the only way she knew to put how she felt into words was to use words that weren't exactly the best choice to use, so she just decided to utter the single word of, "Okay."

The frustration and irritation of being stuck in a wheel chair tinted the girl's emotions, but she fought it down until she seemed totally placid and calm. This is great how I managed to land myself into the stupid hospital. she thought to herself. Now if I could just somehow tie a bunch of blankets together and get the window open...

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[Battooth]

Not bothering to be discouraged by the girl's lack of interest, she plowed on. "I figure if all goes well, you should be back home in about a week or two," she said in the same tone. "I bet you can't wait can you?"

As the two talked, Michael quietly excused himself. He realized just now that a first-time mom had called about an hour ago and told them that her water had broken, and he had told her to come to the hospital as soon as possible. The doctor walked down the hallway towards the waiting room.

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[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

No, I'm sure I can wait for a few... months. Serena thought to herself -- the average, normal cynical thoughts of an normal everyday teenager. Well, as normal as you could get with being at the hospital with a painful fractured leg. "Yeah," she said, settling again for the shortest best answer. She knew that the doctor wasn't exactly thrilled at her unenthusiastic attitude, but Serena didn't really care right now.

Teenagers were like that. They just were -- as if something controlled their minds to act as they did. Serena wasn't an especially serious case of "teenager", but she still acted like one anyway. Thirteen-years-old was just the beginning, after all.

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[Battooth]

Dr. Sullivan looked up, narrowing her eyes. "Look," she said as gently as she could, "I know you don't want to be here. I was in the hospital for a while when I was younger, and I hated it." She paused for a moment, letting a small smile run across her mouth. "But you know what? The work that the doctors did for me then fueled me to become a doctor now. I'm not saying that you'll want to be a doctor after this, but it might open up a few doors, if you just let it." The blonde doctor gazed steadily at the girl, waiting for a response.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

"Sure, whatever," Serena responded, casting a bored look out the window as if she hadn't a care in the world about what the doctor said. Besides, the doctor was a blond and Serena believed in the myth of "dumb blondes." She drummed her fingers lightly on the arm of her wheelchair, tilting her head to the side to get a better view of one of the guys who were outside, pretty cute in her eyes.

Yeah, that's what a teenager was, though. Cynical, rude, always after boys -- the usual stuff.

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Jill's eyes narrowed. "Alright then, I'll leave you alone," she said, tossing the clipboard with Serena's chart onto the girl's bed. "I'll see you later."

The doctor walked out into the hallway and spotted Michael as he headed back towards her. "She's not here," he said worriedly. "She said she'd be here in about an hour and she's not here."

Jill's eyes narrowed as he ran his hand through his brown hair. "She'll be here," she said confidently. "In the meantime, could you go see to Serena? She's not doing anything for me, and maybe a giant could scare her into some sense."

The man nodded, still looking distracted. "Sure, I'll try." He walked into Serena's room and looked at her as she looked out the window. He could feel Jill's eyes on his back but didn't turn to look at her. "Serena?" he said. "What're you looking at?"

Jill gazed at Michael slightly worriedly. He had a habit to be a bit obsessive at times. He liked certain things in specific orders. Two big things for the brown haired doctor were knowing the time and being on time.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

"Nothing," Serena responded half-heartedly, turning her gaze from the window and on the wall. "The wall," she said, acting as if she were truly studying the wall likethe teachers in her school tried to make her study her textbooks. Oh, how fascinating the wall is. It's so... wall-like. she thought to herself, amusement hinting slightly in her eyes before it quickly vanished.

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[cherry]

"Another day, another chance to do nothing and get payed for it." mutterd Bob under his breath as he 'mopped', really, his mop was dry. He began to whistle very loudly. He looked around, and saw normal hospital sites. He quickley picked up his mop, dropped it in the bukcet, and began to walk to the janatoral closet.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

[Cherry, are you a janitor? x3]

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