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Post by Aleksandr Kamarov on Jun 10, 2011 21:41:59 GMT 9.5
1435 - 3 days prior to launch Infirmary SGCBy and large, Alek didn't like hospitals. While it was hard to pin down an exact event that may have caused such a mindset, he could hardly imagine any good reason for being here. For the birth of your child perhaps, or to see a close friend recover from serious injury, but either situation was yet to present itself to the engineer. And frankly, he was happy to keep it that way.
Sitting out in a waiting room of sorts, Kamarov nursed his injuried arm. While doing some final repairs on the USS Achilles over at Area 51 he'd managed to injure himself, such to the extent that he'd been air lifted for medical attention. Against his better judgement, he'd left someone else in charge to let himself get a once over before returning.
Quite honestly, Alek would have been more than happy to take some magic pills and get back to work. The work crews were slightly behind schedule, and sitting on his butt doing nothing while the hours made him feel as though he was letting down the team. Despite his best wishes, those hulls plates weren't going to weld themselves into place.
A nurse entered the waiting room, and called his name. "Mister Kamarov, Doctor O'Malley is ready to see you now." Rising carefully to avoid bumping his arm or further aggravating the injury, the Russian rose from his chair and followed the nurse.
With any luck, he'd be in and out in two minutes. Tops. < Tag Will + infirmary residents! >
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Post by Will O'Malley on Jun 11, 2011 6:25:26 GMT 9.5
1435 - 3 days prior to launch Infirmary SGCAnd he was back into the life of treating bites from little green men who have had too much caffeine. Honestly, he didn't mind this at all. He preferred it even. It was far less depressing then having to deal with the wounds that he saw while in the BA. When it wasn't human-on-human wounds...something about it just made more sense. This place had brainwashed him against the ways of Wars on Earth. And he didn't mind this, either.
O'Malley had been alerted to a serious injury that had occurred in Area 51. It was serious enough that the man had been air-lifted here, to the SGC. It was a tad-bit depressing that there were no qualified people in Nevada that could take care of an arm injury. He already thought the state was awkward and sticky...and this wasn't helping.
The man - Aleksandr Kamarov - walked into the infirmary's main section with a nurse in the lead. The nurse was a new face who Will didn't remember from his previous visits to the SGC. He felt bad for not knowing her name, but thanked her nonetheless.
Accepting the chart from the nurse, O'Malley frowned and looked up at the Russian man before him. "Your arm is trying to leave," he idly stated, sliding the chart to the end of the bed. Will's eyes scanned the rest of the infirmary, before settling back on the man before him. Sliding on rubber gloves, he began to examine the wound itself.
"Would you preferred if I called you Kamarov, Aleksandr, or something else?" he asked, trying to keep the mood light, as he viewed the intense wounds around the man's arm.
The name seemed familiar. O'Malley had seen the manifest for the upcoming mission he was going to be a large part of, within the next few days. A name like Aleksandr Kamarov tends to stick within one's mind.
"Are you on the upcoming mission?" O'Malley asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, as he stared right at the bone within Alek's arm. Turning his head to a nurse who was walking by, he quietly requested morphine, a needle, and thread for stitches.
"And how the hell did you think that you didn't even need a band-aid for this? I can see the frakking bone." <Tag Alek and other Infirmary Peoples>
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Post by Aleksandr Kamarov on Jun 11, 2011 19:52:14 GMT 9.5
1435 - 3 days prior to launch Infirmary SGCFollowing the nurse, Aleksandr was lead into a room, and took a seat opposite his attending physician. While he was not someone Alek was familiar with, by the way the doc carried himself it was safe to assume he was an old hand at this, his spirit probably broken by the same system that had killed off Kamarov's youthful energy sometime ago. Under his white lab coat it looked as though the man was wearing a non-US uniform, which appeared to belong to one of the Commonwealth nations, whose attire was often quite similar. The moment he spoke, Alek confirmed him as a Brit.
This revelation was interesting. He hadn't worked with many of the Queen's Own during his time off-world, though they did seem in general to be good people. Hard working, not too arrogant. Like the Russians they were playing catch up when it came to accessing the Stargate. Is his eyes, they'd do well to stick together.
The Englishman looked over his chart and began his examination. The engineer almost fell off the bed when the doctor inquired as to how he'd prefer to be addressed. Back in Mother Russian, your medic would simply slap the minimum amount of cost-saving bandages on your wound and redeploy you. Pain killers? Ha! Unheard off outside of the officer corps! To be treated like a person rather than a serial number was a new experience.
"Kamarov will do fine sir," he replied in accented English. In his time in the air force, he'd been called much worst. Examining his injury, the doctor quizzed Alek on how it was that he thought he'd be back in duty anytime soon. "Is, how you say, minor flesh wound," the Russian replied.
'Minor flesh wounds', in Alek's books, could be caused by a sharp and pointed piece of Asgard alloy - essentially a $10,000 spear - being knocked off a catwalk above and falling straight into his shoulder. He wasn't sure if it'd gone through - he'd been knocked out when they'd pulled it out. Regardless, there was still work to be done.
"How bad is injury sir?"
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Post by Simon Davidson on Jun 19, 2011 7:55:23 GMT 9.5
1435 - 3 days prior to launch Infirmary SGC
It was a bit tricky looking where you’re going while keeping your head down, as was the method for dealing with nosebleeds, even trickier with a towel clamped over your nose to help stem and catch any bleeding. thankfully anyone coming towards him moved out of the way when they saw him and pointed him towards the center of the of any particular corridor he was traveling down.
Turning into the infirmary he glanced up momentarily catching sight of Kamarov, with what looked like two shoulders where there should be one, being attended by Dr O’Malley. Suddenly his injury didn’t seem so bad. He slipped over the next gurney and took a seat. Lifting the towel from his face partly to examine the amount of blood which had collected, which was not much, but enough to make a deep red patch in the centre. Also partly so he could advertise his presence. “Ship’s fighting back at you eh, Kamarov? Anyone else around Doctor?”
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