2007-12-27: Burninated

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Summary: Bekah, under issue of the Company, drops in on the agent temporarily incapacitated in Mount Sinai.

Date It Happened: December 27th, 2007

Burninated


Mount Sinai Hospital

After having been through the incident of the previous day, it is surprising to the doctors at Sinai that Church showed up in the ambulance with wounds that were not as bad as they should have been. Collectively, they and the police have branded him very lucky and the bomb primarily a dud. Lawrence came out of the ordeal with a great deal of bruising, some more minor second degree body burns along his torso, and a few superficial lacerations and scrapes. There was also some smoke inhalation from the aftermath, and so he has also been hooked up through his nose with oxygen. Not that he thinks he needs it. Despite the morphine dosages and the pain itself(sore, blistery, sore, ow), he has over time managed to send at least one e-mail out to the Company by the mid-afternoon, and is now coming down from that particular step. They know what happened, to a degree of understanding- so now it is time to figure out what to do next.

For Lawrence, that means causing minor trouble for the nursing staff. Up on morphine and up on confidence, at the moment he is giving one middle-aged nurse a run for her money from his bed.

"I don't need it, lady-" He removes the plug from his nose continuously, despite the woman's best efforts to goad him into leaving it alone. "I've inhaled worse'n smoke, lemme tell you-"

Church might not be in the E.R. anymore, but that doesn't mean that Bekah can't find him. With that email out to the Company, Bekah got her own information. You might call her the reserves, but this sort of thing is how she's paying for training in her gift. The doctor has obviously been working, as she's in the familiar scrubs and lab coat with a stethoscope around her neck. "Just because you've inhaled worse does not give you the right to ignore the nurses." Bekah states as she enters the room, going right to the chart as if she belongs here.

Church seems indignant at everyone, which includes Bekah as he stops and the nurse *SNAPS* the thing back around his head. Ow! His chin is jutting out at this point, and the man looks quite discontent as he surrenders and lies back in bed again. "It itches too." He does not like things up his nose, apparently. Brown eyes follow Bekah as she makes her way to his chart. "Who're you?"

As for his chart, it's nothing that won't heal fine on its own, in time; the only problem it seems to be causing is the fact it is making Lawrence restless. The bruising is technically all over him from the compacted explosion, and the burns are primarily on his chest and stomach where he was clutching the bomb.

Bekah looks over to the nurse. "I'll take care of him for a moment if you want to go find a nice piece of wall to beat your head against instead." She jokes. And gee, it doesn't take the nurse long to take Bekah up on her offer. Once the nurse is out of the room she looks back to Church. "Dr. Morgan. I'm an attending in the E.R. here." Which so explains shy she is upstairs. "I don't care if it itches, oxygen is a good thing for your body to have so long as you want to, I don't know, stay alive?"

Church is certainly not the picture of a Hardcore Company Man, hair tousled and an oxygen pipe in his face. A hand does reach up to adjust it, eyebrows knitting as he observes Bekah. "I know you, I think. Morgan." He saw that name on a report, didn't he? He can't quite remember right now, though. "I can stay alive great. You're awful pretty for a doctor." Lawrence mumbles all of this out loud, scratching hopelessly at the bandage over the IV in his arm.

Bekah shakes her head, muttering under breath. "Got to love morphine." Then she turns back to look to Chruch. "Thank you. That may save you from at least one needle stick." She jokes before she moves closer, taking her icy stethoscope from around her neck. "Sit forward please, I want to listen to your lungs." And freeze your back. All part of the fun. "I do some work with a company you've worked for." She adds, since they're alone and all.

Oh, wait, she heard that? Lawrence presses his lips together before leaning forward for the nice doctor, baring his back for that icy stethoscope. When Bekah starts a fourth sentence, he seems to come into some manner of realization. "…Work for." Present tense. "Mmm. I remember you now. There was a report.." As unhelpful as that is, at least Church can understand his situation better. A little bit. It's contenting to know your workman's comp has kicked in.

Bekah is quiet for a moment as she puts the stethoscope in through the gaping opening in the gown. She listens intently, moving it around several times before she stops the ice torture. "I heal." She states bluntly. "Unfortunately, since you found yourself here rather than a more private facility, I can't do all that much of it until you're released."

Church fidgets and tenses at the first sign of metal touching his back, but does his best to sit still. "Uh huh." He grunts slightly, eyes searching for the young woman over his shoulder. "I'm not too worried. Should I be? They pretty much just…wrapped me up and let me stew. There was one lady that told me I was sore cause of bruises, but that's about it."

Bekah flips through Church's chart again before she shakes her head. "Your lungs may have gotten a little bit scorched, but with the oxygen," Bekah pauses for a significant look, "your oxygen levels are good. The only other possible worry would be infection from the burns. Otherwise, it's just a lot of hurt with no significant damage." She puts the chart back moving around in front of him to grab his hand and clip on a portable oxygen monitor. No, she doesn't even ask first.

Church stares right back when Bekah gives him a pointed eyeballing for oxygen purposes. Oh. His lips quirk up into a small smile at her. As she grabs his hand to latch him with some new manner of machinery, his first reaction(purely out of habit) in his state is to try and hold hers back- it might end in him only wrapping fingers along her wrist or fingers instead of her hand, judging by what she's probably putting on him. Meanwhile, Lawrence is just all smiles up on his face. Hi, pretty doctor lady, will you hold my hand? It might be /more endearing if Church wasn't a grown man and Bekah not a stranger.

Bekah raises her eyebrows as she looks over to him and then down to the hand holding her wrist. "Damn morphine." She mutters before she adds. "Let me go before I decide that you need to be stuck with a variety of needles. Lots of big needles." She threatens with a dryly sarcastic tone. No, she's so not amuse by this pretty doctor lady attitude.

Anyone that knows him could tell her right now that it is probably not all the fault of the morphine. Lawrence isn't using a real grip on her so much as just… making this strange. "That's mean, doc." Church makes a hurt face up at her from the bed. "Oh, wh-." About now he does notice why she was threatening him with that- and his bigger hand lets go of hers without a second threat. "Sorry. Do they still give people Jello up in here, or do I need to go find it myself? I think I'd have better luck finding it myself."

"You'd have to look hard around here for someone to tell you I'm not mean." Bekah states dryly before she shakes her head. "I'll make sure some jello gets sent up to you. Don't go looking yourself. Needles." She threatens, reaching over to turn on the meter, watching it for a second to get the results.

"You do seem like a nice lady. Really. Barring needles. I've been stabbed. I'm not sure if needles scare me alot… Depends. Not the little ones." Unfortunately for Bekah, he doesn't seem to process that whole 'don't go anywhere' thing, and is already moving his leg off the edge of the bed to get ready to stand. Or, maybe he just has to pee. Either one would be reasonable in his head.

Bekah shakes her head. "Sit. Stay. Good boy." She mutters at Church. Maybe it's the called in by the company thing that has the snarkiness out in full force. "Where do you think you're going? You're hooked to the oxygen. You can't just wander off." She points out. And well, movement has to hurt the bruises and burns.

It does. And with his movement comes winces, grunts, and gritted teeth. However, Lawrence is Determined to stand up. As for the oxygen- "Can't I just take it out for a minute? I'll put it back." He doesn't aim to make trouble for her now, but he somehow manages to do so anyway. He doesn't say where he's going, either. Hoo-doo-doo, here we go.

Bekah shakes her head. "You're just going to hurt yourself. Stop and sit." She states, muttering something about stupid men under her breath. "What could be so important that you just /have/ to get out of bed?"

"I am starving." If she knew all about what he was able to do, she might get it. But she doesn't. He used up an absorption and didn't even manage to take any of that energy for himself. As if on time, his stomach gurgles like a beast from the black lagoon. True to her words, Lawrence is stopped by the array of wires and various other stickies that have been long attaching him to the bed and the machines. "Oh, for pete's sake."

"Did you use an ability in that blast?" Bekah asks after a quick scan to make sure they're still alone. She may not know his ability, but she has a better understanding than most about the amount of energy using an ability can cost. "You stay. I'll make sure you get food."

"I don't if you know, but I need a lot." Church pauses and blinks at her a little, remembering that she's the same again. Oh, that's how she knows. "Yyyyes. I have to- ow, ow, ow." His face screws up in pain and the edge of the bed becomes a makeshift seat. "It's not just me being weak. I have a big expenditure- all the time. I eat like an eight-legged horse. I always have candy in my pockets for that reason." Mostly things with nuts in them, because they stave him off longer.

Bekah looks over to Church and nods. "I'll bring you down a big lunch. And a little care package." Some other things to eat between meals so long as he's stuck here. "Does protien or carbs have a better effect for you?" She questions. See? There are benefits to an evolved doctor.

Church peers over at Bekah with sudden curiosity. "I don't- I just…eat." In his brain, he even makes a 'nomnomnom', and is only about two shakes from saying it out loud. "If I had to guess? Protein, probably. Fats too." Which luckily do not stay on him long anymore. "I think it might be calories more than anything…specific. I'm not a nutritionist. I can't exactly see one for my…condition." Lawrence tilts his head back to laugh, but it turns into an 'Aaaagh' in no time, and he decides that maybe staying is bed is a better idea and makes a new attempt to lie back down like a wounded dog, whimpering face and all.

Bekah looks over to Church. "Sit." She orders. Then she adds. "Wait, and I'll be right back." Bekah is out the door before she really waits for an answer. After all, food isn't going to get there on it's own.

Church is listening more now that his skin is suddenly burning without any fire present. Ow. "Aaalllright." He practically falls into bed, and a startled 'YAH' echoes out into the hallway. Now that he's back in bed, his first chore is finding the remote for the television perched across the ceiling. Click! Nature channel. CNN. Lifetime. Afternoon cartoons…back to the Lifetime movie.

It's only one commercial break or so later when Bekah returns carrying a tray of food. There are two good sized lunches on the tray that she puts on a table and pulls over. "Interesting choice of viewing material." Dr. Morgan notes dryly, rolling over the table. She grabs the coffee and half a turkey sandwhich off, pushing the rest towards him. Yes, there's even jello. And lots of other mostly bland food. No coffee for the patient though. He's got a tall glass of milk.

Church looks away from the low-budget abduction thriller to Bekah, then at what she has brought with her. "Oho. I think I love you." It doesn't take a lot for someone to get onto Lawrence's nice-list. Sure, Bekah is maybe a little brusque, or a little dry with him, but she's a doctor and a doctor that has brought him a literal refill. Good choice on no coffee, too. "Hey now, sometimes they're good. Nobody gives them a chance. I saw one a couple weeks back that made me cry like a little bitch." Err.

Bekah sips at her coffee and shakes her head. "Yeah. We'll see what you say when you're off the morphine." To her, this is all the morphine talking, since she doesn't know any better. "Really, I don't remember the last time I watched a crappy movie. Takes too much time." She notes before pausing to gobble down the turkey sandwich.

Gobble down, get it? Lawrence matches her in terms of gobbling power- he must breathe through his nose or something. "Don't be hatin'. It's a guilty pleasure." If she does ever encounter him without the drugs- it'll be obvious he isn't much different. Just a bit more reckless. "And right now all I have is time. It's school vacation and I am in the repair shop." …Yay?

Bekah looks over to Lawrence with raised eyebrows. "They let you work with children?" She asks before adding, "Or are you working on some degree yourself?" High school, maybe? She finishes off the piece of sandwich, setting her coffee on the table before she reaches out to press her hand near his neck. "Hold still a second." She commands, closing her eyes. He may not be able to actually feel the healing, but he may notice his breathing being a little easier and the burns feeling a little better from the small dose of healing that Bekah gives him.

Church blinks back at the doctor, processing that question as implying he could be dangerous. That is in fact offensive to him, whereas a lot of things aren't. "What do you mean 'let me'-" The agent pauses and tenses up a little when she reaches out, but when it's clear what she's doing, he does relax again. Church sits still for her, brown eyes vacant for the moment where he can actually feel what Bekah has done for him. Somehow it even makes him less offended again, probably out of being thankful for her help. "I'm a guidance counselor at a High School." Lawrence finally answers her, voice finding a good balance between correction and calm.

Bekah pulls her hand away and reaches immediately for the coffee to take a sip before she says anything. "I'm sure that's a thrilling profession. Anyway, my lunch break is past over. I'd better get back to the ER before they start to send out search committees." Bekah comments. "I'll get more food sent up later. Let me know when you get out if you want the rest of this taken care of. And be nice to the nurses."

"It really is." Church smiles at Bekah, despite her sounding like she is so very ready to leave. "I will. You have a good day, doctor Morgan." Which sounds like the most professional thing he has said all day. By the way, he will be nice, but not necessarily cooperative. Politely ornery.

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