( brawls and booze ) - Anders

[stormy]

It was one of Stormy's few days off that she got thanks to the fact that there was a new guy on the security team. So when the nights were slow she was able to take it off and have some alone time away from the kids that she had to try so hard not to tackle and tie up to a fence. She wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to put up with these kids. Truthfully she was just waiting for her director back at the SRU in Canada to tell her that she could come back but she wasn't sure she was ever going to get that call. She needed to get away from the school and do something that didn't involve being around a bunch of kids so she made her way in to town and went to the local bar. She drank, a lot. Thankfully she was good at holding her liquor but she had always been an agitated drunk person.

She had her old SRU police squad jacket on and some guy in a suit came up and commented on it. He assumed it was her boy friends and laughed when he found out it was hers and she used to be a cop. he then proceeded to make fun of her for thinking she could be a cop because she was a chick and even went as far as to make fun of the reason she wasn't a police officer any more. She had no choice but to start a nice bar room fight.

It only lasted a few minutes because when the sound of sirens filled the air everyone split. Stormy got in her truck and sped off to the school. She was swerving a bit but she made it ok. She didn't realize she was hurt till she got to her room and noticed the gash in her hand and on her cheek and the fact she could tell she had a broken rib or 2. She quickly changed in to clothes that didn't smell like she had bathed in alcohol. She carefully made her way down to the exam room and sent a page to Anders. It was like 2 am so she felt kind of bad for it. She sat on the exam bed thing with a towel wrapped around her hand feeling stupid. She felt like one of the students.

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[anderssjodin]

Anders pulled into the school parking lot a little after two in the morning after receiving a page that he was needed immediately at the school. Though for the most part, his days or being torn from sleep for an emergency call were long over, there were still a few occasions where something happened well after hours at the school, and the Swede would be drug from bed at an ungodly hour to tend to it. Those occasions were rare, and when Joy was on duty, were practically unheard of. Still, he may complain, but he was still out of his near by home in a matter of minutes, speeding back towards the school.

He walked briskly to the deserted medical wing, a little confused, as he expected it to be buzzing with at least one concerned teacher, the injured student and one of the stern faced guards. He raised an eyebrow at the figure sitting on the exam table. Well one of the three, the guard was there. The young woman. Stormy or Cloudy, or something along those lines. He'd yet to actually meet the girl outside of a brief acknowledgment when they passed in the halls.

Anders walked towards her “ And where is the patient? I'd better not have been called out here for a false alarm.” he said snappily. If no one actually needed medical attention, there would be some hell to pay for certain, Anders was far from a morning person, especially a two in the morning person. He paused, tilting his head to the side noting for the first time the bloody towel clutched to her hand and a nasty gash on her cheek. “ Ah, never mind, it would be you then.” he said briskly.

He walked over to her, putting a finger on her cheek and tilting her head to the side to get a better look at the cut under the light. It was a nasty one to be sure, and the distinct smell of alcohol and smoke clung to her skin. He'd wager she'd gotten into some kind of tussle after drinking. Which only served to annoy him. He had half a mind to tell her to go to the local ER, she wasn't injured on the job, and frankly, it wasn't his duty to tend to staff who's idiocy led them to be injured in a non life threatening way. But that was just the lack of sleep talking. Grumbly as he may be, Anders wasn't about to let the bashed up girl make her way to another doctor. “ I hope at least the other guy looks worse.” he said in a judging tone. Just because he wasn't going to turn her away, didn't mean he needed to act like he appreciated the late night call.[/size]

[stormy]

She didn't feel like waiting for Anders to get there because she knew she looked stupid and felt really stupid so she got up and started trying to find the stuff to stitch up her hand and her cheek. She could do her cheek her self easily but her hand would be a little tough since she was right handed and the cut was on her right hand. She tried pulling open one of the drawers but it was locked. She soon realized everything was locked up which was probably a good idea but it frustrated her that she didn't have a key or something. She groaned when she sat back down and clutched her side.

It had been a while since she had taken a few punches. She heard the door open and she looked up to see Anders standing there. She assumed he was probably looking for a student and she felt her cheeks grow red with embarrassment. "Yeah..." She mumbled sighing and wincing a little when she did so. She closed her eyes when he tilted her head to the light and she bit her lip. "I was going to do it my self but everything is locked." She shrugged a little and took the blood soaked towel off her hand. She was never going to admit she had a drinking problem. Just like she would never admit she had PTSD. It just wasn't something she wanted to do.

She smirked a little bit and nodded. "Yeah he was still on the floor when I left." She felt a little proud about that fact. She tugged up the bottom of her shirt and noticed that a nice bruise was starting to form around the spot of her broken rib. Her eyes connected with the old stitched bullet wound right under her rib cage and she sighed tugging her shirt back down. "I...didn't want to go to the hospital cause they would have reported it to the headmaster...think you can keep a secret I don't want to loose this job." Sadly this job was the last thing keeping her sane.

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[anderssjodin]

Anders eyed her as she spoke, his light eyes traveling down when she lifted her shirt. He shook his head at the bruise forming, cracked ribs, two lacerations that would need stitches. He had little sympathy for her pain. He looked at her sternly when she'd said she was going to try to do it herself. “ You'll find that everything here is locked up after hours. And for good reason. And for the record, I'd hardly suggest doctoring yourself. Especially in your state.” he said his nose crinkling slightly. He had a vast knowledge of the physical body, his years as an ER surgeon had taken him above and beyond what most GP's who would normally take this sort of position would know. But when it came to matters of the brain, mental issues, he was fairly ignorant. To Anders' mind, there was little excuse that could mitigate someone drinking themselves into a state where they would brawl, even with seeing the tell tale star shaped scar from a bullet wound.

He frowned at her statement about the headmaster, clucking his tongue. He probably should go to the headmaster, when half the security force was spending her nights off getting into fights in town, it hardly boded well. But as he looked at the girl, his heart melted a little, she was barely older than a kid herself. “I won't say anything. So long as you aren't putting the students in any sort of jeopardy, I don't care what you get up to in your spare time. Knock as many heads around as you'd like. But next time, you bang yourself up off duty, go to the hospital, don't wake me up in the middle of the night.” he said, his voice terse. “I'm not here to be a wet nurse for every bump and bruise you may get at all hours of the night”

He picked up her hand, gentle, despite his hard tone, and turned it around in the light, looking at the wound. “You really got yourself good. Alright, we'll get this cleaned and stitched up, and then take a look at those ribs.” he said, turning his back to her, pulling keys from his pockets, he unlocked the supply cabinets and gathered what he would need, placing them on a tray. He washed his hands and slipped on a pair of latex glove, as usual, feeling instantly more calm when he felt the cool talcum on his skin. He pulled a stool forward with his foot and sat in front of her, pulling her hand towards him as he dabbed a swab in iodine and began to clean the jagged cut on the back of her hand. “Looks like you're going to get a nice scar from this one.” His voice was gentler than it had been as he slipped into his practiced bedside manner. There would be plenty of time for lectures and crankiness after she was looked after.[/size]

[stormy]

She rolled her eyes a bit when he said everything was locked up. She wasn't allowed to have any suture stuff or hard pain killers in her bag but she was allowed a bit of morphine and the other basic stuff she was allowed to keep in her medic bag. Which reminded her that she needed to restock. "Oh uh before you lock back up can you grab me some gauze and the ice packs you break to freeze for my medic bag?" She thought it was weird to have a medic and a doctor but she figured it was to keep the medical wing clear for major emergencies. She could fix most things and what she couldn't fix or what she couldn't get to was brought to Anders who worked his magic and fixed everything. He really was an amazing doctor.

She felt her face flush even more when he started to scold her a little bit and she sank in to the exam table feeling like a kid that was getting busted for something. "Yes sir." She muttered sighing. "I just...cant loose this job. No other police force any where will hire me...they all think I have post traumatic stress disorder. So I got stuck with baby sitting all these punks." Truthfully she liked it. It was the closest thing she was ever going to get to being a cop for a while and it sucked but she didn't want to loose it at all. "Ill just do it my self next time." She could do it. She was a good medic right?

"Yay another scar. Battle wounds for the history book." She was still a little drunk and that entire statement was dripping with sarcasm. It was weird to feel the glove on her skin because the last time she felt that she was on a gurney fighting to get out of the grip of the medics. She didn't realize she spaced out as the images from that mission flashed threw her mind. She quickly pulled her hand from his touch and snapped back to reality. "Sorry." her voice was quiet as she placed her hand back on his turning her gaze from him. She sighed. maybe she was loosing it.

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[anderssjodin]

Anders nodded briskly when she asked for more supplies for the medic bag. He for one didn’t understand why they needed to have a medic on staff when they had a fully functioning medical wing and a licensed MD on staff. Not to say that he didn’t appreciate someone with Medic training, he just felt that while in an emergency situation with severe injuries, a medic was helpful to stabilize a patient, they really shouldn’t be relied upon to perform anything more than the most basic of procedures. If they were capable of more, than they would have gotten their medical degrees.

As it was, he and the headmaster had butted heads a few times on this point, Anders feeling that there was too much being done by essentially untrained people. Yes, he could act as a GP, and for the most part, his employment at the school was focused on that, but more than that, he was a trained ER physician and surgeon, he had years of schooling and experience. The care of these students, especially when most necessary, should fall into his capable hands. Admittedly, his sentiments on the issue weren’t too far removed from many doctors, especially those with surgical specialties. It was a long standing joke, and unfortunate truth, in the medical profession that claimed all surgeons had a god complex. And in the tradition of MDs everywhere, Anders was a bit of a snob when it came to the degrees of people working in the medical field. Unfortunately, EMTs and other trained medics fell rather low on the totem pole in his mind.

He looked at her as he cleaned the wound as she spoke of needing the job. Anders was, as he would always admit, not the most knowledgeable on mental problems. He always believed that it was best to leave that to the shrinks, not that he considered psychiatry or psychology real medicine. And her statements about being diagnosed with PTSD were largely lost on him. He understood what the disorder was supposed to entail, and wanted to shake his head again. Why in god’s name would the headmaster hire two guards who had been diagnosed with the disorder? Seemed like a recipe for problems down the line. Though he preferred how it seemed to manifest in the angry ex-military guard over the drunken brawler in front of him. Though he again didn’t know enough on the problem to determine if this behavior on her part that night was a one off, or part of her supposed ‘mental condition.’ Either way, any conclusions he may draw were guess work, and founded in speculation. Which was one of the main reasons he disregarded the damn shrinks. He believed medicine should be more about science than theory.

Anders tsked when she said she would just do it herself next time. He looked at her calmly and shook his head “While I don’t doubt your competency, I don’t think administering any sort of aid is a good idea after you’ve been drinking. he said bluntly. Regardless of whatever her issues were, and his own issues with the use of medics, he had seen her work, and she was, as he said, competent. However, he did not look forward to having to clean up whatever mess she made of herself attempting to doctor herself in an intoxicated state.

He was surprised when she suddenly pulled her hand from his. Despite his inner musings, he was still in doctor mode, and he hated to see any patient stressed or nervous. He took her hand back, holding it gently but firmly. “ It’s alright. Let’s just try to take it easy though, you wouldn’t want to do that while I’m stitching.” his tone was soothing, and he smiled slightly. He disposed of the swabs he used to clean the cut and picked up a syringe with a localized anesthetic to freeze her hand. He could have done without it, but as anyone who has been stitched up can attest, it is not the most pleasant of experiences. “ Alright, just a quick poke and we’re ready to go.”[/size]