ways_infirmary | doctors in the house

doctors in the house

Cliff helps Guppy inside and to a bed, urging him to sit down.
Head wound, smoke inhalation, and other problems, he quantifies
quickly from what the younger doctor's told him so far.
"The arsonist didn't want you treating people? Did he attack you?" Simple questions while he pulls out supplies, and yanks on a pair of gloves.

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Guppy sits down gladly, his head throbbing and beginning to feel dizzy. As well as tired from the amount of carbon monoxide he inhaled.

Plus the fact that he hasn't slept for thirty six hours.

He glances up and nods, then wishes he hadn't.

"I... I was talking to Maggie on the phone, needed... advice. Next thing I know, some guy I didn't even know was there..." he coughs. "... he slams this huge piece of wood down on the throat then holds this sharp wooden thing to my throat."

He rubs his eyes, red from the smoke. "I backed off as he said. Then when... when I tried to get back to the patient he... I don't remember exactly what he did but I came around on a pile of debris... I don't know how long, he'd lit a lamp so it must have been... at least a couple of minutes. He wanted the man to die... because he had something to do with the brothel."

Cliff notes that Guppy's coloring is good, which is a relief. He gets an oxygen mask and cylinder, first of all. That cough sounds bad, but he's seen worse during his early training.
"Lift your chin," as he brings the mask over. "Can you see clearly?
Any dizziness, or nausea?"

Since most of the gas was carbon monoxide, if anything he looks slightly flushed. But his airway is showing no signs of constriction, which is definitely a good thing. He lifts his chin as he's told.

"Little black dots, no double vision." he says, the oxygen coming as as much of a relief as to be sitting down. "Yes to the other two. And a splitting headache."

A wave of extreme faintness washes over him for a moment, and he very nearly falls off the bed on top of Cliff.

Luckily, Cliff is half expecting that. He catches Guppy's shoulders.
"Lie back," he says gently. "You've got what looks like a concussion, and carbon monoxide poisoning aftereffects."
Oxymeter's there, and he takes a second to check the levels now that the mask is in place. Better safe than sorry.

He lies back, hoping the ceiling will come back into focus soon, and wincing somewhat when he contacts a number of painful bruises where he was thrown. There's a partial hairline rib fracture on the right side, no danger of it becoming displaced but still painful.

Oxygen saturations were low, but not too dangerously, and are improving. He also has a pulse rate of a hundred and fifty at the moment, which is also improving.

Cliff decides to play it safe, and has a monitor on Guppy's arm to keep track of pulse/O2 and blood pressure. Then he instructs him to turn his head slightly, holding the mask in place, so to have a better look at that bump over his ear.
"Are you having pain anywhere else?" probably should do a scan for hidden injuries anyway, he thinks.

The wound looks pretty clean, considering he did it on a piece of dirty wood.

"Chest, right side, arm and shoulder. Think that's where I landed." He winces when he turns his head. "Skin around my throat."

Cliff cleans it anyway, and puts a sterile bandage over it. Old habit, and he's had more practice at this recently. He checks for any other lacerations briefly. If they're there, they get the same treatment. No cold hands on this guy, either.

"Right..." the scanner's next. "Let's make sure you don't have any
broken bones from all this. Sounds like an exciting New Year," he says wryly.

Guppy turns enough to be able to see the scanner.

"There's touch screen buttons for the different types of image... just waves over like a metal detector." he adds, remembering that he meant to show Cliff how the scanner worked at some point. Even if he's sure the man is more than capable of working it out.

"Better... better than Christmas. None of us... died for a start." he says, sadness creeping into his voice.

The scanner should show no broken bones other than the hairline rib fracture on his right. A rib that the infirmary computer will inform Cliff he's broken before about a year and a quarter ago when he was admitted for being beaten to a pulp. The other medical history that comes up is a few notes on his breakdown eleven months ago and a self-admission for flu about two months ago.

Cliff has been playing around with the Infirmary "gadgets" during a visit earlier, while checking for training materials in case they needed some for the upcoming class. He 'wands' Guppy, keeping his attention on the readouts.
"Nothing. Just a fracture to one rib, but hairline. It's not too bad."
Then he skims the Infirmary computer's data. The mention of an earlier injury gets a frown before he turns back to Guppy. He hasn't seen any mention of drug allergies, luckily.

Cliff's starting to think Guppy & crew should abolish holidays, that's all. The DOOM!

Guppy agrees whole-heartedly on that one. His canon has something of a reputation for such seasonal brutality. Hense the reason why he's one of the infirmary's most frequent patients as well as staff. Poor sod.

He watches Cliff's expression, wincing a little more.

"Thanks. Knew there was a reason... why I... warned you."

"Former Boy Scout. We never forget to be prepared."

"You're not allergic to aspirin, or codeine, are you?" Cliff peels off his gloves, tossing them into a container. He rechecks the VS monitor, relieved by what he sees.

"Me too" he says vaguely, trying to concentrate on thinking of the answer to the question.

"I..." His eyelids feel so heavy.

Focus, damnit

"No, I'm not... I don't think..."

Cliff clears his throat sharply. "Guppy, I can give you something for pain, but I think you'd better stay awake for a little bit longer. Can you sit up?" He fetches a cup and
a bottle of pain meds.

another thought occurs to him. "And the last time you slept was when, exactly?"

Guppy forces himself to sit up, wincing as just about everything he uses to do so aches.

He catches his breath a bit then continues. "Properly, about a week ago. At all, um... powernap... eight hours ago... in a bed... somewhere between thirty and forty.."

He rubs his forehead. "Nightmares, couldn't sleep."

Cliff's not gritting his teeth.
Really.
He'd give Guppy a (manly, of course) pat on the back or hug, but has the sense to hold off.
The cup has cool water in it. He shakes out two tablets of tylenol-with-codeine. "Well, sleep just stopped being optional," he replies mildly.

He wouldn't mind a hug right now, although with Cliff might not be his first choice, much as he likes the man.

"Thanks." He sips the water.

"Can... can I ask one more favour, please?"

"Yes," no hesitation from Cliff.

Cliff don't swing that way either. If anything, Guppy'd remind him of Elvin or Theo(son-in-law/son), plus a few years and considerably more brain cells.

"Could you please leave a note with Bar telling... anyone who might be worried where I am... and what's happened?"

"Oh, sure. That's easy enough. Do you have to go back immediately?" Cliff doesn't know what the time ratio is for Guppy's world versus Milliways, nor if anyone might be waiting for him back in Holby.

He shakes his head, then winces when it spins as he does so.

"Door disappeared... I'm Bound... thank goodness. No time going."

[ooc: I'll put up a separate visiting post - do you mind linking that into the note please?]

"Yes. Count our blessings." Cliff nods. "I will. Try to rest, Guppy.
I'll be back in a little bit."

"Definitely... would have missed my date." he says, managing a small smile before he lies down again.

"Thanks Cliff. Owe you one."

[ooc: Thanks, it's the post above. And thanks again for your help :)]

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