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Open After Bomb infirmary Log

Who: All the Dead folks who want stuff played out and the medical staff who want to play it out too? -Multi thread ECT.
What: After the Thalaron radiation plot
Where: Infirmary.
When: After this
Warning: Angry dead people.



Medical training prepared you for things like this, even if it was on an interdimensional space barge. Martha moved through, getting things ready while she waited for the first bodies to start coming back as people came from the death tolls. She got IVs and fluids ready, painkillers were slipped into her pockets and she offered encouraging smiles those who were around and getting ready.

Still, in the back of her head, Martha was blaming Davros for this. He didn't even deny it, the... he didn't deny it but he didn't accept that he'd done it and now there was this to deal with. Putting her thoughts aside, she focused on being as ready as she could for the amount of people who had died during as something as simple as lunch.



[I'm assuming folks show up in the infirmary automatically after something like this, so yeah. And feel free to spam out whatever, my inbox can handle it! Tag in, ECT. ]
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[identity profile] kingfor-aday.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
This was possibly the second time Howie had turned up in the infirmary, dead, and not entirely sure how it had happened. Whatever it was, it was painful, possibly more so than last time. He came around, immediately deciding the light was too bright, and pressed his face straight into the pillow without a second thought. He was, admittedly, a little worried that he couldn't feel his right hand, yet, but that was less concerning than the rest of him which hurt. "Ugh, God... ugh." That was all you were getting out of him for now.

He realised, slowly, as he wasn't exactly thinking straight at all, that he had no idea who else might have died. That was worrying. He didn't want to look up, thanks to the light, but did so just enough to spot Martha lurking. Well, she was still alive. One down, about two hundred to go.
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[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-17 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
When she heard him come around, Martha quickly moved forward and hit the button that would start the IV. She was ready with painkillers and fluids and then she took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "You're all right, Howie. I've got you. You're in the infirmary." Well, that bit was completely obvious but still. There was another squeeze of her hand before she looked around at the organized chaos that was happening with the amount of dead people in the infirmary.

"There was some sort of bomb that someone set off during lunch; everyone inside was killed. They're investigating it now and Sexby's running a list of names. I haven't seen Elle yet, so I don't know. Do you need anything?" A quick speech, what happened, inmate status, and the offer to help; quick and efficient.

[identity profile] kingfor-aday.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
The straight forward information, without even having to ask, was appreciated, and he gave her a slight nod of thanks, but that hurt, so he just said quietly in response, "Nothing more than you've got now, anyway. I need to know if... Elle's alright. And... other people, but I can figure that out... how many are we looking at?"

He trailed off, having finally caught up with something properly, after she squeezed his hand, "That hand. I can't feel it."

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[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-17 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Peter said at least a dozen, but I'm thinking more like twenty. What a bloody stupid thing to do to hit the dining hall at lunch." When he said that he couldn't feel his hand, Martha squeezed a bit more, applying further pressure. "Can you feel it now?" The other hand was already reaching for the scanner in her pocket.

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[identity profile] allpure.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Noting that Draco will be in here shortly - when Five realises he's dead - as he was in the vicinity at the time of the bomb.]


[Also (reference note to infirmary staff) as 11-12 technically was killed over a week ago I'm going to assume he's been released, which frees up beds too, if that's all right? After his initial outburst when he woke up and the first night when he was very ill, he's been calm and quiet and sleeping most of the rest of that week.]

[identity profile] tadwizard.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Tony groaned, opening his eyes slowly. "This...is so not fair."

He didn't even get a fighting chance this time. Heck, he didn't even know he was in danger until it was already too late to do anything. Usually at least the Barge was nice enough to put him in a dangerous and horrible situation that let him at least realize that the chance of dying was rather high. This time all there were was...green dust, and who would know to be scared of green dust?
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[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-17 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Martha blinked when she heard a groan, and she moved closer to the bed that Tony was in. Quickly she leaned over and touched him gingerly. "It's all right, I've got you. You're in the infirmary." Her voice was soft and soothing. A series of button pressed on the IV machine. "Someone set off some kind of device in the dining hall and everyone there was killed. There's an investigation going on now. I haven't seen Alastair, but I'll let you know if I hear something. Can I get you anything?"

[identity profile] tadwizard.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh...dunno...I think I saw him in the dining room though." If it wasn't for the pain, he'd remember that Alastair looked different before he'd died last time and would have Martha use his item to identify him. At the moment, however, he wasn't thinking too clearly.
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[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then he'll be here shortly or one of the other Doctors has seen him." Martha smiled to Tony quickly, and placed a hand on his arm. "Don't worry about it, yeah? We'll have everything under control. Do you need more pain medication?" Martha's voice was soft, so that she didn't disturb other patients around.

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(manhandlin' of Draco with permission :B)

[identity profile] a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Moments after his journal entry, the Doctor had let himself into Draco's room, guided by the indicator of his reader. The boy was crumpled in the middle of his bed like some abandoned pile of laundry, and the smell was haunting. The Doctor had never cared for scents resembling death. Slipping his reader under his arm, he carefully gathered his charge and made his way to the infirmary.

Soon, he found himself at the proper door. He turned to push the door open with his back and slipped inside quietly, his expression grim. He glanced to the beds, first looking to make sure there was room in there, and then around the room for a medic who would instruct him.

[identity profile] allpure.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Draco hadn't known what hit him and as he started to revive he only uttered a very small groan, not yet fully conscious but coming to life again slowly. He didn't notice where he was or that he was being carried - and wouldn't yet notice when he was put on a bed.
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Permission for the moving to the bed!

[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-17 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Martha was wearing scrubs instead of her normal jacket, and her hair was tucked back. Her hands were full but she smiled at the Doctor quickly and reflexively before she looked to the boy that was in his arm. Martha quickly gestured to the nearest empty cot. "Let's get him down here." Once the Doctor had set Draco down, Martha leaned over and looked at him, shining a pen light in his pupils to make sure they reactive. "It's all right, Draco. We've got you."

[identity profile] a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as Draco was out of his arms, the Doctor set his reader at the bedside and shrugged out of his coat, revealing he'd forgotten the pullover completely. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and knelt beside the cot on the other side, frowning and brushing hair out of his eyes. "What does he need? I've not dealt with this toll before."

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[identity profile] diefrenchiesdie.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
McCullen wasn't dead. He was nowhere near the dining hall at the time of the bomb. The jolt of shock and fear he got from the bomb was enough to shock that damn pollen out of his system. As soon as he got his mind working again, he started planning. This was the crisis he was looking for. This was the thing that might spur unification and he was going to play his role. He couldn't just stand and make speeches. He needed to be an example.

Walking into the infirmary, he looked around. It looked awful, like a sort of battleground warfare scenario. Inwardly, he winced. McCullen took a brief look around before spotting a doctor. Walking up to the doctor, he nodded gravely.

"I want to help. We've got so many people here recovering from that damn blast that you're going to need all the help you can get. I know basic medicine and I'm very good at following orders." Okay, so he was better at giving them, but this didn't matter. "What can I do?"
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Sorry, wanted to give someone else a chance to hop in if they wanted. Now it's mine all mine.

[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-17 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The infirmary was rather busy, but thankfully it was being run in an efficant manner, or so Martha felt. She was also rather thankful that Leo and Denise had returned to their normal cheerful selves when this had happened, because she couldn't imagine the infirmary without the two other Doctors adding to the infirmary staff. Martha was also thankful for the people who had shown up to help, if for no other reason than it helped to know that they were alive and she could add them to the mental checklist in her head.

When the man came up to her, Martha blinked. He looked familiar of course, but Martha knew that he wasn't West or the Doctor, which only left her with one impression of whom it could be. There was a brief smile when she looked to him and she nodded quickly. "Mr. McCullen, yeah?" Without waiting for a response, she added quickly. "Welcome aboard. Right now the best thing you can do is make people comfortable, reassure them, try and find people they're looking for and give them water or something to relieve their boredom."

[identity profile] diefrenchiesdie.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
As she mentioned his name, McCullen nodded. "That seems simple enough," he said, looking over at all the people. He paused for a moment, eyes lingering over the infirmary. Good. He didn't see Ana or Rex. The last thing he wanted was one of them in here.

"What exactly happened?" he asked, frown on his face. "I haven't seen this many people in the infirmary since I came on this boat."
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[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-17 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've never seen this many people in the infirmary at once." Martha confided quickly; maybe it'd come closest with the borg, but then the Angels had gotten involved and simply restored people to their normal selves, minus the emotional trauma even with the mirrorflood, things hadn't been this bad.

"From what I understand, there was a bomb in the dining hall during lunch. It killed everyone in there." She smiled kindly at him. "Rex is all right, he's been in here working, but I haven't seen the Baroness yet. Sexby's taking lists, so hopefully she'll check in there. Some of the people are coming back more slowly than they have in the past." There was a little shrug and Martha patted James's arm quickly.

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Someone should wrap iron around his bed and pop a devil's trap under his bed... McCoy knows how :3

[identity profile] cantrunfromme.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."

His body snapped upwards in the bed, his eyes wide and feral. The pain that ripped through each vessel and tendon brought a nausea to his gut that he was familiar with having suffered the toll of death once before. It didn't however, feel any better. He was breathing deep breaths through gritted teeth, both in resiliance to the pain and to the bubbling fury underneath his skin.

"That was not expected." He growled to himself, seriously considering rolling out of the infirmary bed to search room by room for the culprit before a twisting pang of wretched hurt rocked his body which sent it back to the pillow beneath him. His hand gripped the hand railing so tight it twisted slightly under his hand as he tried to relax. The pained groans of the members in the infirmary soothed him, he listened to them like any other would relax to the sound of crashing waves or rainforest rain.

[OOC: Alastair dies and gains a new vessel, his older one. People seeing him again may recognise the vessel from before. New members to the barge probably won't know who he is]
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Hal approved the assume!

[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-18 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
After talking to both Tony and then having a brief conversation with Leo about Alastair, Martha moved to the side of his bed. She was careful, but quick and efficient as she set the runed thing below the bed and then put iron around the bed itself. Still, she came to stand next to him. He looked like he had before, and she swallowed a bit, because this was really rather odd.

"Do you need more pain medication or anything, Alastair?" Her voice was polite but distant.

<3

[identity profile] cantrunfromme.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
As the devil's trap was drawn he felt the heavy weight of immobility fall upon him yet again. Bloody angels. When Martha spoke he curled his neck to her, looking upon her face at an angle. He swallows.

"What am I going to learn If I don't feel anything, Doctor?" He spoke in a matter-of-fact manner through heavy lidded eyes.

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ext_956366: Malcolm Jamieson as Armand in the Scarlet Pimpernel wearing waistcoat and cravat nodding his head and closed eyes (bow) (hurt)

[identity profile] young-idealist.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Consciousness eluded him, like a shy animal. He tried to push upward, despite the pain, but kept pushing him down, heavy and insistent. This hurt.

Dying by a broken neck was clean compared to this.

Eventually Armand swam into the light with a miserable moan of pain. He wanted to scratch at his eyes, but his limbs were too heavy. Where was he? The last he remembered was being in the dining hall and watching this horrible green dust settle on people who started dying.

Dying in horrible pain. He remembered that now.

"Oh God."
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[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-18 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Martha moved quickly to Armand's side, having heard him speak from the bedside of the fellow next to him. "It's all right, Armand." She said and looked down to him with a grin. "You're safe, you're in the infirmary, and we've got you." There was a quick closing of her hand around his, before she looked to the monitor and the IV. "Someone set off a bomb in the dining hall; anyone who was there is here. There's an investigation going on at the moment, so don't worry about that. Is there anything I can get you? Do you need more pain medication?"
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[identity profile] young-idealist.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Is... that why I feel so heavy?" He understood that he'd died and welcomed her explanation, but he'd rather hurt than feel so out of control of himself. "Feels worse than before." The IV stung around where it had been inserted, but it's just as well that the actual insertion had been while he was unconscious.

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[identity profile] madrassa.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Inara hadn't felt pain like that in her entire life. Events on Serenity and eventually Miranda had let her prove to herself that she could withstand challenges that she never thought possible, but this was not the same. Born and bred in an environment where pain and discomfort were fairly uncommon occurrences, the shock had left her almost catatonic.

Death wasn't a challenge that she could rise to face. It wasn't something that she was supposed to come back from. All of these things came together when she first regained consciousness in the infirmary, and all she could do was lay her head down and sleep. She would sleep for days if left to her own devices.
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[personal profile] toldastory 2010-03-18 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Inara," Martha's voice was soft as she leaned over the woman's bed. She had been worried because she hadn't heard from the companion in quite some time. It seemed that all the woman had done was sleep. Now, they'd wanted people to sleep but this was a bit excessive. She'd been sleeping so much that Martha was a little concerned that something had gone wrong when the Admiral had brought her back. She didn't recall having something happen before, but given the twenty or so people that been brought back from the dead it seemed logical that something could have gone wrong.

There was a ginger touch of the woman's shoulder, bare skin against the woman's rather than a bit of latex glove. "Inara, love, can you hear me? It's Martha, and you're safe in the infirmary." Her voice was soft and comforting, and Martha swallowed as she looked to the woman, hoping that things were all right. Honestly, Martha didn't know how to deal with it if she hadn't come back all right.
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