Of Nerves and Needles [Jared!]

[Corinne]

As an Intern, Lisa was supposed to be paying attention to how to take care of people. She had notes of all sorts, covering how to handle everything. So now as they offered her a patient to take care of, she didn't have time to look at the file, but as she walked in, she saw that there was someone sitting in to observe her, and the patient sitting on the table. She raised an eyebrow. He seemed awfully young. She started to look over the file, seeing if there was anything that stuck out. She'd have to do the usual questions, but there seemed to be nothing out of order at first glance. This seemed like it was going to be a very typical visit.

"How can I help you, Mister..." she checked the file, "Bastian?"

[Jared Bastian]

Great.  Just fucking GREAT.  Not only had he taken that bottle to the forearm, which was much better than his face (but had resulted in some broken glass nicking his cheeks upon impact), but he had some useless dude sitting in the room with him.

"Hey.  You gonna do something about this, or am I gonna sit here and bleed?" he demanded, gesturing to the formerly grease-smeared rag he'd pressed to the bleeding wound.  The guy sitting in merely told him that his physician was on the way, and he snorted.  "So, you're fucking useless, then.  I get it.  This is bullshit."

He had to sit there another couple minutes before a pretty lady, who looked a little young to be dealing with his injuries, walked in.  He had no idea she was thinking HE looked young, which would have been a funny thing to know. 

"Uh, how do you think?  I mean, blood-stained rag?  I would think that'd mean there was a fucking injury there, wouldn't you, doctor?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow up at her.  If he didn't hurt, and if he wasn't anticipating some needle action that he would completely deny that he had a problem with later, he might have been slightly less antagonistic.  Slightly.

[Corinne]

Lisa just sort of glanced at her superior, mouthing "Emergency Room?" to him. The gentleman shrugged.
"Alright," she said, knowing that this was NOT a typical scenario. The emergency room was most likely filled and they wanted to get this guy out of there as son as possible. Great, "Let's see. I need you to remove the rag, please."

She put on her gloves, and took a look, at his forearm. It looked really nasty. There were still a few pieces of glass in the wound, and she frowned, "I'm going to need a local."

She quickly walked away, getting the requirements to remove any glass and start applying stitches. First though, she took the prepared needle, and this sort of latex tie.
"Now, this will sting for a moment, and then I can begin work."

This should be easy work. She wanted to work in the E.R anyway, so this was good practice. It was no gunshot wound, but it was a start.

[Jared Bastian]

He didn't like the glance between this 'doctor' and the other guy, and he narrowed his eyes as he glanced between them.  He wasn't some kind of guinea pig, was he?  "Hey, you're really a doctor, right?  This isn't some training bullshit, is it?" he asked, watching her suspiciously before he finally pulled the rag off of his arm to let her see.  If this was some kind of training thing, he was going to kick someone's ass.

Surprisingly, given the kind of trouble he got into regularly, Jared wasn't usually at the hospital.  Actually, he'd only been there a few times, and it had usually been for broken bones and the like.  Not much in the way of stitches, because a butterfly bandage was usually enough.  This, not so much, but he wasn't liking the sounds of that. 

Wow, that was a big fucking needle.  No fucking way.  Angela wasn't here, and neither was Ryan, so toughing it just for appearances wasn't quite as necessary, and he wasn't going for that.  He threw the rag right back on it, turning some to make his arm less accessible.  "Where the hell do you think you're going with that fucking needle?" he demanded.  Was she a rookie?  Must be. 

[Corinne]

Lisa just...sighed, "You didn't read the paperwork you signed, did you, Mister Bastian? Always read the fine print."

She handed him the clipboard, it said in clear fine print that he had just allowed himself to be treated by an intern. Unfortunately, she just had this feeling of there being an incredibly terrible argument. Lisa crossed her arms, the tray with all her supplies right next to her.
"That' needle, is a local. I think there's something you need to understand; you don't want me to operate on you without a pain killer. Removing glass is one thing, stitches, however, is incredibly painful. You don't want to feel someone stitching that wound closed."

She wasn't going to gain his trust, this boy was going to be stubborn as all hell. This wasn't the first time. Lisa was going to have to deal with hard facts, "The stitches won't act correctly because it'll be so painful that you won't be able to hold still. I can guarantee it."

She may have been a "rookie", but Lisa was no beginner when it came to things like this.

[Jared Bastian]

Read the paperwork?  Why the FUCK would he do that?  HE was already going in there and knowing they were going to stab him with a needle to sew him up, and he was expected to sit there, bleeding all over the place, and read paperwork?  Why would you give someone who's bleeding to a student, anyway?  Didn't they practice on dummies or something?

Don't even make the joke.  It's not funny.

"Since when are stitches a fucking operation?" he demanded, wishing suddenly that he'd ignored his fucking princess of a best friend and wrapped it up himself.  Electrical tape could have done the trick.  He really, really should have done that, but it was Angela who'd really talked him into it.  She'd said that it really needed stitches, and now she was waiting in the other room.  Probably better for him, anyway.  He didn't really need her here to see him get pissed over the needle. Speaking of Angela, though, if they weren't quick about this, he wasn't going to see much of her the rest of the night.  Unlike him, she had a curfew.

"Fuck it, just do it, but be fast."  He wasn't looking.

[Corinne]

Hmph, since when were stitches an operation? Right. Lisa was just reminded of the time her brother had practically cut himself open and had to get stitches. This was half the hassle that was. At least he wasn't going to be in here for another two hours.

But her mind was on a tangent, and he'd finally gave his consent (with a few more swear words). So while he'd been bitching, she put a medical mask on-just as a precaution. Lisa then merely took the tie, tied it around his arm, and injected the needle. It really shouldn't have been a big deal to handle a needle. Sure, little kids would always cry when there was a needle coming at them, but this was a grown man. It wasn't usually about pain at this point. She wasn't going to chastise him or praise him like she would a child-that's just plain insulting.

She took the tools to remove the glass, and waited another few seconds until she was certain that the local had taken effect. One piece at a time, make sure not to sever any veins or arteries. God, why did they give her the bleeding patient first? Lisa wasn't one to question her superiors, and people were expected to read the fine print, but seriously? Was this bad luck or did someone just want to give Lisa a hard time? Either way, she wasn't going to make this guy be aware that she wasn't the happiest camper in this situation. So she carefully and seamlessly extracted a piece of glass from the wound. There seemed to be one more smaller piece that needed to be handled next, Lisa didn't even miss a beat on that one.

"You're very lucky," she said, as the second piece of glass came out, "This is a pretty even cut. You'll be out of here in no time."

Once the glass was in the container next to the tray, she knew that next came the stitches.

[Jared Bastian]

She was quiet as she worked, which was probably a good thing, considering how little it took for Jared to go off, especially with the fact that he'd just been stuck with a needle (and he hated needles, GOD how he hated needles) and she'd stuck him with the needle to stick him with another needle repeatedly.  Yeah, this was a good deal.  Whose idea was it to go into that bar, anyway?  Fucking Ryan, that's who!  Jared saw someone he didn't like there, and they should have left, but Ryan had to have it his way, the little princess. 

If she'd have praised or scolded him like a child, he might have fucking walked out.  Seriously, he didn't take attitude like that.  He'd rather bleed, and take some electrical tape to it.

He actually rolled his eyes at her care where the glass was concerned, though he probably wouldn't have been happy if she'd been fast about it, either.  If there had been some kind of nerve damage, he'd have been pissed, but he'd have just pulled the glass out himself, nice and fast.  That local anesthetic hadn't exactly done its job, either, but by the time she was getting ready to stitch him up, he couldn't feel much of anything.

"Lucky?  I took a bottle to the arm.  I don't think that's lucky," he retorted, and he wasn't really appreciating the 'even cut' because of that.  He'd have preferred no cut.

[Corinne]

Lisa frowned, then looked at him, "Lucky for the situation, I should say, actually."
It was true. Lisa had figured if he had taken a bottle to the arm, he'd likely been in a bar fight, which would've been at a bar. All of those were choices he'd made. The thing that wasn't a person's choice in the matter, was how exactly the cut would be in his arm. So it was luck that it was clean. Two glass shards should have been jagged when they went into the arm, and stitches would not have been an option. Then again, if she knew he'd be using electrical tape, she likely would have been horrified. It wasn't sterile, infection was always a risk in those situations. But she would likely never know about it.

If he could feel anything, she'd have known as she sprayed the peroixde into his arm. The wound had to be clean before she started taking care of it. She didn't want to risk any infection because she'd missed something. It was funny how the things she learned in medical school stuck to her until about five minutes ago. Now she was trying to remember if there was anything she'd forgotten. Extract the foreign object, apply the peroxide, and then the stitches. Okay, she was ready now.

She began the stitching process. The motion was just as careful as when she'd extracted from the arm. She'd worked on this with a dummy in the past, but this was a real person. She was a bit quicker compared to extracting glass-she'd seen him roll his eyes-but she was still taking a decent amount of time. There was a fair amount of tension, but it was more Lisa worried this guy was going to twitch, or say something that was going to make her flinch. The stitches were secure enough that it wouldn't take much to pick up where she left off, but it wouldn't look good on her superior. She could practically feel his eyes burning into her back.

Why couldn't this have been a simple diagnosis? Something like "Take two aspirin and call me in the morning" sort of things? It would have been the simplest thing in the world. Not like it was obvious to anyone that she was nervous. Okay, a slight twitch in her hand, yeah she was a little nervous. Maybe he wouldn't catch it. Or if he did he wouldn't say anything. Don't get hung up on it, or the nerves will be even more obvious.

She was almost done, her eyes focused on the stitches. There were going to be about twenty three stitches by the time she was done. That was a lot considering most people came in here with simple injuries and got five to ten stitches. Well, at least she knew this would heal properly if he took care of it. If he didn't, well, that wasn't her problem.