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FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY

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Sifting through the countless files of pateint documents and sorting them out was one thing, to not even be the hospital's receptionist was another. "Joel!" The dark haired man called, his brow furrowed into a frown. A younger, more scatty lad came around the corner, hurrying to who shouted his name. 'Yes Dr. O'Doherty?' He asked nervously. Finn frowned even more, he'd repeatedly told the young man to call him Finn. Dr. O'Doherty was much too formal for his liking, especially amongst work colleagues. "How am I meant to find any patient files in this jumble of mess?" He scowled, gesturing at the pile of un-organised folders he was currently working his way through. Joel stood there for a moment, seemingly pondering the question. Whilst he waited for a reply, a patient caught his eye in the cubicles. The patient was fighting with one of his nurses, refusing to be treated. "While you're thinking, hand me Ms.Johansen's file would you? Make it quick." He told the younger man. Hastily Joel shuffled through the files. Finn snapped his fingers three times, hurrying the man along. Finally the folder was reached and he swung it into Finn's hand. Without issuing a thanks he made his way into the cubicle, quickly looking at why the patient was here and what treatment she'd already had. Or should be having by the looks of it. 'Ms Johansen, I really need for you to keep still while I issue you this injection. Please?' The nurse almost begged. But Ms. Johansen wasn't concentrating on her now. Her attention had turned to Finn as he entered the cubicle. He turned and closed the curtain behind him, walking beside the patients bed and sitting on the chair next to it. The nurse had shut up too, realising her efforts were futile. Instead she waited patiently at the foot of the bed for her cue.


"Now Ms. Johansen what seem's to be the problem?" The elderly woman sat in the bed looked slightly startled at first but then leant in closer to the doctor. 'Well, I don't really like needles all that well you see, so I'd rather not have the faffing or fuss and just go home.' Finn smiled and laughed, shaking his head. "All this faffing's for a good cause Ms.Johansen, we wouldn't want you getting an infection now would we? Then you'd have to come back and have even more injections. So what do you say? I promise you it won't hurt, and you can hold my hand." He suggested, offering his hand to her. It took a few moments, and then she looked down at his hand, she took it and Finn nodded. The nurse prepared the needle, rolled up the sleeve of her top and gently injected the substance into the cut on Ms. Johansen's arm. The woman tightly closed her eyes and squeezed Finn's hand so hard he thought it would fall off. Jesus, you wouldn't an elderly woman this frail looking would have the strength of an ox. Although she seemed to have the will power to match. "All done. Your a braver person than me Ms. Johansen." He smiled. Letting go of her hand and standing up."You are free to go Ms. Johansen, make sure you go to your doctors to get a check up in a week or two. Take care now." With that and a wink at the older woman he opened the curtain and walked out. Rolling his eyes. Sometimes this job was so easy. He just had to flash a smile and say something in his utterly alluring, Irish accent and he had them agreeing to everything he said.


If only that worked as well on his ex as it did on everyone else.


He slapped the file back onto the desk of the reception, noticing there was now a 'Completed' and a 'Yet To Be Completed' pile. Sighing he studied the two piles. The yet to be completed pile was unfortunately much larger than the completed pile. He was already tired and he already longed for his bed. But it was just the start of his evening shift at the hospital. He was here until 6 am and had just started at 6pm. This was going to be a long 12 hour shift. He really was not looking forward to it. And then after this he had to go and muck out his horses, ride, sleep and possibly have a social life in between then. All he could do was hope that something decent could happen. Like a pole through a leg, or an RTC. A stabbing even. Anything, as long as it was exciting. He didn't want a boring night. The worse the injuries, the quicker the shift went. It was probably a bit sick that he wanted people to get even more injured than they already perhaps were but that made his job worth it. Oh the joys of being an accident and emergency doctor.



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notes;; open for anyone. injured badly or a cut. anyone! horse fall!

IT STARTED WITH A LITTLE KISS

[adelaide]

The building smelled of sickness and dying. It was never an appealing smell, and most people didn't like being there. There were only a few people in the waiting room at the time. An elderly woman that was walking from the restroom back to her seat, an elderly man sitting, looking as if he was about to fall asleep, but the one that was the most noticeable was the gorgeous blonde, sitting with her arms crossed defiantly over her chest. She was angry that they had brought her here. She had fallen off her horse and blacked out for a second. Big deal. There was no need for anyone to take her here, and yet here she sat, staring straight ahead with an agitated look on her face. This lovely woman that I have described is Miss Logan Banks.

Logan watched as an elderly woman walked out of the door that led to where the patients being treated were. She quite hated hospitals and doctor's offices, for almost every time she went there, they poked her with a needle, and she hated needles. She sighed and watched as a woman dressed in nurse's clothing walked out and called her name. Logan sat there for a moment, staring at the nurse with hatred in her eyes. The nurse called her name again and then one final time, before Logan finally stood and walked slowly over to the door. The nurse frowned at her and asked her if she had been paying attention. Of course I was. I was staring straight at you when you called my name. All three times. Said Logan, watching as the nurse narrowed her eyes at her. The nurse then led her down a long hall and sat her in a cubical, telling her that the doctor would be right with her. Logan rolled her eyes and then stared at her lap, waiting. That was another reason why she hated hospitals; the doctors took forever to get to you.

A while later, a middle-aged man walked in and smiled his greeting to her, asking her how she was. Logan neither smiled back, nor answered his question. She sat where she told him to as he got his gloves on. Then he started poking around on her, asking her in anything hurt. Nothing hurt until he started poking around her ribs, and then she let out a loud 'Ow' that she was pretty sure almost everyone in the building heard. She stared at the doctor with narrowed eyes as he took note of where she hurt. "Alright, dear, we're going to need to do an MRI on you to make sure that you don't have any brain damage, and then we're going to get a few x-rays of your rips. Alright? He spoke gently to her, but Logan was as mad as ever. No. She said, letting her anger show in her voice, There is no way that you are going to put me in that small space just so that you can check and see if I have brain damage. I'm fine. See? Fine! She was so angry right now that she could have slapped the doctor in the face. He sighed and shook his head, before leaving the room, saying that he needed to go talk to someone and that he'd be back in just a moment.

When he was gone, Logan was left by herself. She sighed and got up to walk around. She felt absolutely fine and she wanted to get out of this place so that she could get home. She didn't want to have to pay the bill for any of the treatment that the doctor had mentioned, and she didn't want to spend any more time in the building that smelled of sickness and medicine, two things that she really hated. Sighing, she sat down and waited, wondering when she would be able to get out of there.

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FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY

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Fionnbharr was busy stitching up a wound when a doctor, junior to him, walked into his cubicle and gestured for him to come outside. He ignored the gesture until the doctor closed the curtain and left the cubicle. "Sorry about that Mr.Lennon." He murmured, and Mr Lennon replied with a simple no problem. Carefully he finished the stitching and summouned a nurse to come and dressed the wound. Mr.Lennon thanked him and he smiled, leaving the patient and nurse to it. Outside the other doctor still stood, waiting He walked past, expecting the other doctor to follow him. "What is it Miller?" He questioned, using the man'd last name because of a general dislike for the man. He spoke to him about a problem patient. Fionnbahrr scowled. "Oh am I dealing with all the problem patients tonight then?" When the other doctor stared blankly back at him he turned and walked away, picking up the patient file. First he was going to get a coffee he needed one. He approached the coffee machine and put in his change, pressing the button which seemed to attract him most. He placed the paper cup under the tap where his beverage would come out and rested his hand on the machine, waiting for the liquid to pour out.



It did so, ever so slowly. Trickling away like he had all the time in the world. He struggled to wait until it was half full, and then fed up he just took the cup and swigged it down, letting the tap drip int the drain. The liquid slid down his throat, immediately warming his insides. Well more like burning them. He crunched the cup in his hand and threw it in the recycling bin. Feeling that it was the least he could do to help this help save the planet lark. He turned around to spot a blonde haired woman absently walking around the hospital. He noted her as a Ms.Banks. He scowled and walked back into reception, heading straight for the other doctor. "One thing is to not be able to treat your own patient, another is to have her just walking around the hospital. You best perk up your ideas doctor, now what is to be the problem?" He said angrily but in hushed tones. The other doctor looked a bit taken aback and as if he was lying looked to the patients cubicle where he had left her. Finding it empty he looked down and scratched his head. 'She doesn't want a MRI and she doesn't want an x-ray on her ribs.' The doctor replied. This made Finn furious. "Oh for God's sake man!" He exclaimed, his Irish accent pronouncing thoroughly in his words. He hushed down as he noticed he was disturbing other patients. "My office the end of shift. I think we need to talk about your people management skills Doctor." He hissed and walked off, leaving the other man lobster red with embarrassment.



He walked back to where he had seen the patient, she hadn't gone far from where he had seen her. He approached her from the front, holding her patient file by his side in his hand he stood in front of her. Taking out her patient file. "Now Ms Banks, if you want me to talk to you about your medical information right here in the lobby that's fine for me, we can free up your cubicle for someone else in that waiting room who might actually appreciate the help. But that doesn't mean I'm allowing you to go. Or we can get back to your cubicle, let me examine your head so you don't have to have an MRI if I'm happy with your reactions. But I'm afraid you can't get out of the x-ray because a cracked rib could lead to some nasty injuries. And I'm sure you don't want a punctured lung and have to end up in that room down there" He spoke gesturing towards the far room, with 'Resuscitation Room' written across it in big red letters. Because in all seriousness that's where she could end up if she decided to leave. And she could be back within minutes or even hours. And he had rambled on, but it just explained his point more. He wanted to outline all the risks to the patient before they decided to stay or leave. Plus the medical equipment and procedures to heal a punctured lung would cost a hell of a lot more than a simple x-ray. "So shall we?" He said gesturing towards her cubicle, stepping beside her, ready for her to lead the way.


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ITS STARTED WITH A LITTLE KISS

[adelaide]

Logan's nose was twitched up at the sights around her. People were sick and dying everywhere, but some were getting a bad cut sewn up. This made her sick, for she had never had liked the sight of blood. That was one reason that she decided that she would never be a doctor or veterinarian. She shook her head and forced her gaze away from the crack in one of the curtains where she could see a patient with a large wound that was bleeding fiercely. She turned her attention to the wall with the various posters and decorations. None of them were really interesting. They were all mostly about the body and how the body works, which Logan found boring and irrelevant to most who didn't work in the medical field, though some things you did need to know. After a while of reading the boring posters, though, Logan got bored and started to try and remember what had gotten her here.

She had decided that she would ride Sonny that day. Sonny was a nice horse to her, but to anyone else, she was mean and would bite or kick them so that they got away. Sonny was groomed and tacked up before she knew it. She led the mare from the barn to the outdoor arena, setting up a few jumps that were a bit high, even for Sonny. She had warmed her horse up, trotting her around the arena a few times and then started jumping. She had set up three different heights for jumping, thinking that they were high, but also thinking that Sonny could make the jumps. She needed the practice, anyway. Sonny went flying easily over the first jump, but missed the second one only by a hair. This scared Logan slightly as they rounded the corner for the third jump. Sonny didn't like the height, though, and right before the jump, she skidded to a halt, sending Logan flying. She hit the fence hard with her side and fell to the ground. Sometime later, she woke up in the ambulance, heading to the hospital. She immediately started protesting, but it was too late to go back.

Logan's blue eyes flicked around her as she roamed. She knew that she probably wasn't supposed to leave her cubical, but she didn't care about what the doctors said. The worst that they could do would be to kick her out of the hospital, which was not that bad, in her opinion, for she wanted to get out of there. Her eyes fell upon a man approaching her that was not the same doctor that she had had before, making her think that he was going to tell her to get back to her cubicle, but he didn't. Instead, he started speaking to her about what her doctor had found out about her. As he started talking to her, she put her hands on her hips and looked up at him, seeming unimpressed with him and what he had to tell her, and she was. After he said that he was not going to allow her to leave, she rolled her eyes and practically tuned him out. She was not liking this man at all.

Finally, though it seemed like ages to the young blonde, he was finished speaking. She narrowed her fierce, blue eyes at him, before she stomped off back to her cubical. She only wanted out of the hospital. Was that too much to ask? Obviously it was, for no one was going to let her out. When she was back in her cubical, she turned, arms crossed over her chest, to look at the doctor. With raised brows, she looked him over again, still not impressed with him or any of the hospital's other doctors. After a moment, she spoke. Look. I don't understand why neither you or your little friends don't understand that I am fine. I took a small fall off of my horse. Sure, yeah, maybe I blacked out, but the only reason why you guys brought me here is because I wasn't conscious enough to say that I didn't need medical attention. And the only reason why my rib hurts is because I hit the fence during my fall. It's not broken, it's just a bad bruise. Of course, she didn't know half the things that she was telling him, but she told him anyway, hoping that she sounded convincing enough to make him let her go, which she knew probably wouldn't happen.

Logan sighed and looked at the doctor's face, trying to catch his eyes. Her anger was boiling inside her, showing in her blue eyes, and turning them icy and hard. She couldn't remember the last time that she had felt this way, but she knew that she would probably always feel angry toward the hospitals. She didn't like it there, for it was not only the place where they poked her with needles, but the place that she had gone after that terrible day when she had entered a show that had jumps far too high for her horse. They had taken a terrible fall, and the gelding had had to be put to sleep. At the remembrance of that day, her eyes turned soft and sad, and she had to turn away from the doctor to hide her emotions. She would not let herself cry here, but she couldn't help but feel the pain for the loss of her horse. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that she could get out of the hospital so that she didn't have to remember her beloved horse.

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FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY

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Fionnbharr studied the blonde before him, not perving on her, just trying to study her body language. It was defensive and hostile, two things that obviously boded well together. Then it struck him. Even though this girl was older, possibly nearing 20, would his eldest daughter be blossoming into a young woman by now? She would be around 15 now, and probably causing havoc in the house being her stroppy little self. The girl's face reminded him of her when she went in a mood, when she didn't get what she had wanted. Her eyes would narrow and her fists would clench. Soon after she would do as she was asked and storm off to do it. It was normally because she had been asked to tidy her room when her favourite show was on. Or if she had been asked to muck out her sister's pony because she was ill. Although he had a soft spot for his daughters and would probably buy them anything they desired, Finn had had a hard and fast rule about the horses they kept. Every horse was to be done, correctly and safely, and they must be comfortable and fed, before you were fed and comfortable. Unless you were ill. If that meant going out at 4am in the morning to feed and muck out the horses, then so be it. And he would have the girls do their own ponies, and let them do it on their own accord. If they were late for school then it was their fault. He was strict when it came to animal welfare but it was good for his children. It taught them how to respect animals and he hoped that it still stuck, even in what he could only imagine as household hell.



He couldn't bear the thought of that woman trying to care for their kids, and he couldn't stand the thought of another man helping care for them. He was sure he wasn't doing a good job, but obviously him and his wife must have been getting on. He had had a call from his parents, gushing at how well the kids were doing, but also mistakenly mentioned his ex wife and her new boyfriend. They acted as if he were only away on a business trip, telling him all the gossip from back home, a hint of 'when are you coming home?' in their voices. A hint of hope, that every time he put the phone down, he chipped away at. He wasn't going back to Ireland. He didn't really have much of a life here, he could do the same in Ireland. But he had left Ireland for a reason, and until that reason disappeared he wasn't about to hop back on a plane. Yet he was desperate to see his kids again, but he would wait for them. They knew where he was, if they ever wanted to come and visit or even stay, they were more than welcome. All though he doubted it would happen, they were under their mother's care and protection until they were 18. It would be years until he was finally and legally able to see them. He sighed, why he even got himself in the whole mess he was unsure. He was just so desperate to have them back in his life. He would do anything for them, heck, he'd give his arms and legs just to be able to see them again. Maybe not hug them, because he'd have no arms.



His focus returned to the girl who was standing before him, hands on hips and a sulky face. Wow she really did remind him of his daughter. Thankfully the young woman turned around and sulked off back to the vacant cubicle, and he strolled after her. He almost wanted to hit himself in the head with the file he was holding. Why did he have to be lumped with the awkward patients today? Wiping the facial expression of torment off his face he closed the curtain behind him, turning to face her as she stood facing him, her arms folded across her chest. Even more defensive than she had been before. He listened to her speak a smile creeping across her face, a laugh almost escaping his lips. He patted the bed, gesturing for her to sit down. "You know, you sound just like my daughter. She said the same thing when she broke her elbow. In fact she was so persistent in telling me she was fine only when she came to lift the saddle did she admit she might have hurt herself. After having her entire arm encased in plaster she still rode the next day. So if you think you horse riders can get away with telling me you're fine, then you'd better think again." He smirked, it was true, his daughter was probably one of the toughest little girls he'd eve met. When it came to horses, she wasn't going to let a tiny little broken arm stop her from getting back on. He knew how it felt, he had fallen off and dislocated his knee. Popped it back in and got straight back on. The sense of dedication in a horse rider was pretty amazing. He was sure a footballer wouldn't do the same.



"So Miss Banks, you say you, blacked out for a while and re awoke when in the ambulance. Can you recall anything from before the accident? How did you fall?" He asked, speaking clearly, but not slowly like she was stupid. He reached into his pocket fumbling for the small torch that was hiding in there. He pulled it out and turned it on. "I'm just going to shine this in your eyes, just keep still for a moment." He leant forwards, shining the small torch into her eyes. He watched for the reaction of her eyes, the pupils grew bigger when the light was on them and smaller when it was off. How it should be. He stood back up straight. "I'll book you an x-ray for those ribs Ms. Banks, although I am a little bit concerned about you blacking out. Do you have anyone who could keep an eye on your for twenty four hours? Make sure you're ok? Or would you rather just take a CT and let that be it?" He asked her, giving her an option. Find someone to stay with for the night, or have a simple CT scan which could clear up everything.



"Oh and just so you're aware the more you co-operate with me now, the quicker you'll be able to go and it increases the likelihood of you being outta here before the drunks start piling in." He stated, oh the joys of the night shift, that's what he really looked forward to. Pumping someone's stomach, and being vomited all over. That was really great.




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notes;;he's gone all reminiscent xD d'awwww, sorry he talks a lot!

IT STARTED WITH A LITTLE KISS

[adelaide]

Logan blinked her eyes, and then squeezed them shut again, trying to suppress the tears at the memory of her beloved horse. She could faintly hear 'Silent Night' playing her head, remembering that she had picked the song to play at the gathering her family had held in remembrance of the beloved horse. She found herself rubbing the scar on her wrist. She opened her eyes and looked down at it. She knew that she should never have cut herself the first time, but since she had, she had fallen into 'the cycle'. Every time she saw the scars that she had made on her body, she remembered her depression, and it deepened significantly. After a moment, Logan started squeezing her wrist, trying to cause herself pain, for she had nothing to cut with.

Logan stopped squeezing her wrist when she heard the doctor talking to her. She turned and faced him, her eyes pained, but still as fierce as ever. Her pain that she felt inside of her at the loss of her horse always made her want to fight harder. Whether it was for her great gelding or just because she was the fighting type, she didn't know. She did know one thing, though, and that was that she wanted him back. She often had nightmares about that horrific day, and she would wake up crying or screaming at the people to get away from him. She could never wake herself from these dreams until she had watched her horse be killed. They felt so realistic, too. Also after these dreams, there were many times that she had gotten up, aching so badly inside that she had to go cut herself to get the pain outside and feel like she had control over what was happening to her again. In the end, though, the cutting just made her feel worse later.

Logan watched as the doctor gestured her over to the bed, patting it. She knew that he meant for her to sit down there. She was very stubborn, though, and for a moment, she refused to budge. Then, she decided that she might as well. She walked the short distance to the bed and sat down, facing him. She listened to his story about his daughter. It was different that she had gotten back on her horse directly after the fall. Logan knew that she would have, but she knew that it would be difficult, therefore she probably would have tried to avoid it. She smiled at his last comment, lightening up to him a bit. She's a fighter. Most of us are... Riding... it's the greatest thing in the world. It really does make you feel like you can fly... Like you have wings... Maybe that's why none of us want to give it up over something as small as breaking a bone. Plus, it's hard to abandon your horse over something like that... I know I couldn't abandon one of mine...

As Logan spoke of her horses, her eyes lit up. They were her absolute life, and she didn't know what she would do without them. Frankly, she didn't know what they would do without her. They needed her and they loved her. They would go into depression without her there. Well, all except for Sonny, who didn't seem to care if Logan lived or died. As Logan thought about Sonny, she grew panicked. What had happened to the mare after she had fallen off? Had she run? Had someone been able to lead her back to the stable? Logan's breathing grew rapid. Another flash back of her being in the hospital while her horse was killed came into her mind, and her eyes widened at the thought of that happening to Sonny. She knew that the young mare couldn't survive on her own, and Logan took some comfort in this, hoping that the horse would be smart enough to come wandering back home.

The sound of the doctor's voice smacked her back into reality, her breathing still quite rapid. When he asked how she fell, she thought back. She didn't really want to tell the doctor of the embarrassing experience of her falling off of her horse. She never liked to tell people those stories, therefore, most thought that she never fell off. Logan sat there for a long time, pondering whether or not to tell him the truth. Telling the truth to people that she didn't like or didn't trust was a hard thing for her to do, and the doctor standing before her she neither liked, nor trusted. When he flashed the light in her eyes, she looked away slightly and squinted her eyes a little, before she turned back to look at him, not liking the light in her eyes. Another reason that she didn't like the hospital. She hated the things that they always seemed to do to her while she was there. She sighed, listening to him speak for a moment.

Finally, Logan decided to speak to him. My horse refused a jump. That's how I fell off. She refused and I went flying and hit the fence. And... yeah I have someone to stay with me overnight. The story about the horse was true, but she was lying to his face when she said that she had someone to stay with. She just didn't want to have to have a MRI or CT done on her. She hated those things more than she hated the hospital, and they kind of scared her. She looked at the doctor, still not trusting him and hating the fact that he said he was concerned about her head. He had no right to say that to her, for he didn't give a damn about her. He said that to all of his patients, and she was just another one of them. Don't tell me that you're concerned about me. Don't do it. I know that you really aren't concerned and that the only reason that you came to get me is because the other doctor had a problem with putting up with me. Face it, you probably say that you are concerned about all of your patients. She said, expressing her thoughts to him before she fell silent, pondering his statement about the drunks. Not my problem. I'm not the one who has to put up with them. She wanted to say, but she held it inside of her, watching the doctor with slightly narrowed eyes.

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FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY

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He smiled at her comment about his daughter. It made him proud of her, the daughter he never saw. At least he was able to spend some time with them before their mother went psycho. Then she continued, talking about riding. He noticed her relax, albeit slightly. But she was relaxing. He was willing to spend his time with his patient, well all of his patients. He always spent however long they needed with them, making sure they were reassured and comfortable. He wanted them to be able to tell him anything, it made his job a hell of a lot easier when they did. When people hid their pain, or how they managed to receive that pain in the first place it was more like guesswork. Trying them of different drugs and treatments to what could have been possible. If they just told him he could get them treated a lot quicker, and he had an oath of patient confidentiality to go by. If a woman was pregnant and she didn't want her father to know he had no right to tell them. But he needed to know this kind of information if he was to treat the patient safely and correctly. Half of the patients didn't realise this and it annoyed him. Doctors and nurses provided a service of help. Not torture. They also weren't the police. "I quite agree with you Ms. Banks, horses have given us a terrible amount or their trust and loyalty. Half the time I think they're more intelligent than what we give them credit for."



He smiled as the girl seemed to lighten up, presuming she was thinking of her own horses. He jotted down a couple of notes onto his pad and then looked up again. Suddenly Logan grew more and more distressed. He furrowed his brow and looked down at her as she panicked. Her chest started to rise and fall rapidly and he could hear her gulping in air. He bent his knees and rested his hands on her shoulders. He concentrated on her as she slowly seemed to snap back into reality. She was obviously worried about something. He let his hands drop from her shoulders, although still bent down at her level. Once more, she seemed to be back with him. That worried him slightly. "Is there something troubling you Miss?" He asked her, if she said no it would be a blatant lie. If she needed something he could certainly help her, but it was up to her to tell him what was wrong. She started speaking again, answering his earlier question. At least she remembered the events before and after the fall. That was god news in his books. And then she tried to reassure him that she had someone to stay with for the night. He wasn't too sure, he wanted confirmation. "Ok that's good, if you could give me a contact number for them, I'll need to ring them just let them know about the situation and anything they should be looking out for." He said completely seriously, if she really did have somewhere to go she would have no hesitation in giving him the number. If she didn't she would be protesting immensely.



He smiled warmly at her but was taken aback when she started raging slight abuse at him. But then his face softened. She didn't think he cared about her. Aww, how sweet. What was she expecting a family hug? He perched himself on the bed beside her and sighed, rubbing his stubble with his hand. "Look, Ms. Banks. If I wasn't concerned about every patient I had then I really wouldn't be a very good doctor now would I? While you're in my care, Ms Banks, I sincerely try to do everything within my power to make sure you're ok. If I wasn't concerned about you're health I assure you that I wouldn't be sitting here right now, lecturing you about how I do care. If I didn't I could have just let you go straight away when you told me you were fine. When any medical professional can see, that you in fact aren't." Telling her softly, he stood up, stroking down his long white coat, flattening out any creases that may have appeared over the time that he was sitting down. "Now if you give me that phone number I will go and call whoever you're staying with and whoever else you may want me to contact." Finn said honestly. If he really didn't care about her, he wouldn't bother doing this and would have already shopped her out the hospital doors. Like the other doctor was prepared to do. He shoved a hand in his pocket, the other holding the patient file under his arm.




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IT STARTED WITH A LITTLE KISS

[adelaide]

Logan sat there for a few long moments, thinking about her horses and what this doctor's daughter must be like. Obviously she was a lot like her, for she reminded him of her, but she wanted to know who exactly she was. Not know her personally necessarily, but have a good idea of who she was. She wanted this with anyone that she heard someone talking about that she didn't know. You could say that Logan was quite a curious soul, but she never really knew that she was wondering what a person was like until she looked back on what she had been doing at that moment, and that rarely ever happened. So most of the time, her wonderings went unnoticed by herself and everyone around her. When the doctor spoke again, Logan tilted her head to the side, examining him. Do you have any horses? She questioned him, again thinking of her own, beautiful horses.

Thinking of her horses, again made Logan wonder if Sonny was all right. She squinted her eyes slightly, her brow furrowed. She was trying so desperately to remember if she had seen her horse before she had blacked out. Her throat tightened at the thought that she had let another one of her horses die because of her own stupidity in jumping. Tears sprang into her eyes, and she tried desperately to blink them away. She was successful except for one stray tear that slithered down her cheek. She quickly wiped it, looking away. She hated crying in public, but the thought of her beautiful, young horse being gone forever made her want to break down right there. When he asked if something was wrong, she didn't look up at him. In fact, she didn't answer him for a long time. Finally, she spoke, her voice choked and soft. I'm scared that for my horse. I don't know what happened to her. She could have run off and gotten hurt... or she could have gotten hurt in the arena. She placed her elbows on her knees and then buried her face into her hands,I'm so stupid sometimes... This is the second fall that I've taken because I was stupid and tried to make my horse jump higher than they could. I keep thinking that Sonny is going to end up like my other horse did... Dead.

Logan stayed in her bent over position for a long time, letting a few tears drip into her lap. She heard him ask for a number for the person she was staying with and her heart sped up. She had to think of someone quickly before he found out that she was lying about having someone to stay with. She didn't answer before he spoke again. She felt him sit next to her on the bed and then she heard him speak, lecturing her about how he cared about all of his patients. Her anger grew with this lecture, and she found herself wanting to punch the doctor for lecturing her about this.

At the doctor's last sentence, her anger boiled over the top. He stood up, and she slammed her fist down onto the bed. Using that fist, she pushed herself off the bed and she stormed past the doctor. She wanted to scream and run at the same time, but she knew that she couldn't. She looked around for something sharp, but, not to her surprise, there wasn't anything. She was overwhelmed with fear for her horse and anger at the doctor. There was a loud ringing in her ears, and she couldn't hear anything for a few moments, before she finally broke down. She lowered herself to the ground, kneeling down. She sat back on her heels and closed her eyes. She rested her elbows on her knees again, but instead of burying her face into her hands, she wove her fingers through her hair and locked them, gripping her hair as tightly as she could. She knew that she had problems, but when someone else said it, she couldn't stand it, even though she knew that the doctor had meant her physical health and no her mental health.

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FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY

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"Four actually. All quite retarded but good horses nonetheless." He spoke fondly of his horses, acoompanied with a chuckle, thinking back to his own steeds. Who were currently wrapped up warm and snug in their stables. He'd splashed out recently, buying tonnes of new winter rugs. Including a $300 heavy weight winter turnout for each of this horses. That was a hell of a lot of money to spend on one rug each for four. But who was he to care, he had a nice house and didn't have to go outside in the winter if he didn't want to, his horses had no choice in the matter. And he had planned to fully clip them soon. They were going to be cold. Luckily they all had expensive rugs to cuddle into. He'd even though of keeping one for himself they were that warm. And heck, those neck covers really kept you're ears cosy when you were driving. He was then drawn back into the room, his attention caught by a tear sliding down Logan's cheek.



He was about to ask if anything hurt or what was wrong when she started to talk. He decided to keep his mouth shut, and listen to her. She spoke slowly, and in between sniffs. It was hard to make out her words without really straining himself to. But he did it. She was worried for her horse, he would be too. Possibly not so much that he would cry, but his daughter probably would bawl her eyes out until she got confirmation that her horse was alright. He took a deep breath as she told him about her last horse, who had died. Then the thought hit him, maybe she was suffering some sort of depression after loosing her horse? It would make sense, although coming right out with that would probably anger her or upset her even more, so he kept quiet. He would calm her down first. But once again before he could do anything she had already acted. And this time, much worse than he expected.


He watched as she sped past him and out of the cubicle, sighing, he followed. Leaving a couple of yards between them. He took his steps slowly, not bothering to call after have. It was best to leave her to it. he stood by the reception as she finally lowered herself down, her head close to her hands and she herself leaning against the wall. He picked up the phone and dialed the number for the barn. He knew the number off by heart, after all his own horses were there. Luckily somebody picked up straight away and he stated why he was calling and asked them about Sonny. He waited a moment while the staff member went to check the horse's stable. He let out a sigh of relief as it was noted that Sonny was in fact, un tacked and comfortable in her stable. He thanked the staff member and put down the phone. Stuffing his hands into his white coat pocket he strolled over to where Logan had sat herself. He stood by her side, resting a leg on the wall behind him.


"I just rang the stables, Sonny is safe and warm in her stable. No cuts, injuries, anything." He spoke slowly, but reassuringly. He paused, waiting a little before he spoke again. "Now Mrs. Logan, will you please let me treat you? And can we stay in the cubicle this time?" He said with a laugh. He was attempting to get her to relax, although he was no psychiatrist. He didn't know whether his humor would just upset her more or do the job he intended it to do. That reminded him though, as well as booking a CT scan and an X-ray for this young woman, he would also book her an appointment with the hospitals current psychiatrist, Lincoln Harper. Oh that man got on his tits at the best of times. Probably because they had a slight personality clash. Plus Fionnbharr found almost every other doctor in this hospital completely unbearable.



But maybe that was just him.




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notes;; haha didn't speak so much this time, he's just trying to be nice xD

IT STARTED WITH A LITTLE KISS

[adelaide]

Logan was terrified. Of herself, of loosing her horse, of the hospital, and of many other things. She wanted out of the hospital. She wanted to go home to her nice little apartment, get some sleep, and go back to the farm tomorrow to begin life like she normally would. She didn't want to have to get an x-ray, for she was positive that she hadn't broken a thing. She was also positive that her head was perfectly fine. She didn't know why she had blacked out, but she was highly convinced that it was nothing and that she could just go home. She didn't want to listen to the doctor anymore, and she felt as though she could just bolt out the door. The thought crossed her mind again and again, and finally she gave in and thought the plan over. Who could stop her?

Logan flipped herself over so that she was sitting down with her back against the wall. She moved herself over a few feet so that she was in the corner of the room. Wrapping her skinny arms around her legs, she hugged them tightly to her chest, looking around. Many people were staring at her. At her tear stained face and the way she had insanely run from the doctor. Her throat closed at the sight of the many people -including a few guys that she probably could have hooked up with- watching her like she needed mental help; like an escapee from a mental hospital. Logan rested her chin on her knees and let a few more tears roll down her face before she buried her face into her arms, trying to hide herself from the deathly eyes of the patients around her.

I don't need help... Logan whispered so softly that she doubted that anyone could hear her. Besides the fact that she had whispered it, there was no one around her. She sighed and again let her mind drift off to her horses. Poor Sonny had probably been scared to death, Logan wouldn't have blamed her if she had bolted. It had been a terrifying event for her too, but the whole time she had been thinking of how stupid she was to put up such large jumps and hoping that Sonny would be alright. She hoped that none of the other horses had been spoked as well, but she knew that that was probably unnecessary to worry about. Why would the horses in the pastures have been spooked? Sonny couldn't have done something that caused them to be spooked, could she have?

Logan's eyes floated to the door, and again she wondered who would stop her if she tried to make a run for it. She knew that she didn't have any way to get home and she didn't know anyone quite yet, for she was new, but maybe she could find someone to call to come pick her up. Could the farm possibly bring one of her horses to her? Of course, that would be ridiculous. If they were to bring her her horse, why couldn't they just take her back to the farm where she knew that her little red car sat. She thought this over and over in her mind before the doctor finally came to her, trying to reassure her that Sonny was Kay. Thanks... She spoke like she was satisfied when, in all reality, she wouldn't be sure until she saw the horse for herself.

The doctor, again, spoke of treating her, adding a comment on the end of it that made the corners of her lips twitch slightly, wanting to turn up in a smile, but she wouldn't let them. Logan stared up at the doctor, her eyes saying, 'I would so kill you if I could.' And she would if she wouldn't get arrested for it. She didn't want to talk any more about being treated. She was perfectly fine. At least, in her mind she was. With the look still on her face, she said, No. I don't want to be treated. I don't need to be treated. I'm perfectly fine. Now let me out of this stupid building. Her voice, sounding quite defiant, was steady. She looked away from him and again looked at the door. She was ready to bolt. She wanted out of the place that she had spent so long in only a few years ago.

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FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY

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Ok so he was fed up of this whole 'I'm fine' crap now. If she was really that fine then she could leave. But no doubt she'd be back within an hour. In fact he betted she'd hardly make it out of the door. He jotted down some quick notes in the patients folder, jotting down his observations and what his recommendations were and also that the patient wished to discharge herself against his recommendations. He could probably do a lot more to try and persuade he to stay. But he didn't have the greatest people skills in the world nor did he have the best patience. He had other people who needed and wanted medical attention that he could be seeing to. And he was going to do that. If she wanted to leave, on her own head be it.



He sighed and stood up, stretching his legs after being in that crouched position. He was ageing and didn't have the flexibility that he used to have. His joints weren't what they used to be. Which reminded him, he really needed a stunt apprentice, to show them the ropes before he couldn't do the stunts any more. He wanted a strapping young lad to do it, which was probably a bit sexist on his part but he didn't care. In his experience, girls were the ones who wussed out at the most crucial moment. The lads were cocky and thought they knew what they were doing which he couldn't stand. But after one fall they normally shut up and actually decided to pay attention to him riding. Finn directed his gaze to the crumpled girl on the floor. "You can go, if you're just going to waste my time. But I have to tell you that I recommend that you stay and and be treated blah, blah, blah." He trailed off, angrily grabbing the patients folder from under his arm.




He turned on his heel and began walking back to the reception. As far as he was concerned his patient was sorted. "Oh and I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon. That cracked rib will puncture you're lung soon enough." Although the effort of speaking was probably futile, in fact she'd probably already gone. But he didn't care, he was a little bit angry right now, well fed up not angry. If he was angry he probably would have just chucked her out. At least he was giving her a chance to come crawling back to him. But he doubted that she would do that. She'd probably have to be impaled on a spike before she re-entered the hospital. Oh well, you win some and you loose some. That was his motto, it got him through the day mostly. Hardly a week went by without him loosing a patient. Which although seems quite a lot, it was inevitable, even if it wasn't him personally his team would have lost the patient. Many suffered horrific injuries due to car crashes and such. And some just plummeted with no specific reason. These people he could not save. Although he tried, with every resource he could. He was a damn good doctor. But he wasn't a miracle worker. And his job was not to babysit the depressed. It was to help the injured. And if they didn't want his help he could try to a point. And with Logan he'd just reached that point.






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notes;; two can play the angry game xD sorry the reply took long :(

IT STARTED WITH A LITTLE KISS

[adelaide]

Logan knew that she was being a bitch about the situation, but to tell the truth, she was scared of hospitals. She had spent three days in one and had not been able to be there for her horse as he died. The smell, the people, the instruments used... everything about hospitals scared her, and so she was a bitch to anyone who tried to touch her or even talk to her in the hospitals. Maybe it was not only her fear, but her mental stability that made her a bitch in hospitals. Yes, she knew that she was depressed, and she knew that she had a few bipolar issues, but she had never really thought about that until that moment when she was sitting in a curled up little ball, listening to the doctor. She could tell that he had had it with her, and she felt slightly hurt at this. She had felt that if he would have honestly cared about her, he would have tried to help her, bringing back their earlier argument.

When he walked away, Logan's heart dropped. She knew that she needed medical attention, but she was afraid of it and didn't want to admit defeat. It wasn't like her to back down from an argument and give in to something that she didn't want to do. She was a fighter and she fought for what she believed, even if her judgement or opinion was wrong. She sighed, knowing that she should have accepted his offer for medical attention right away. She looked at him, her eyes puffy and red, as he walked away. She didn't want to go crawling back to him, but she knew that he was right. If she did have a cracked rib, she would be in trouble within the next few hours. Plus, if she did leave, where would she go? She had no car to bring her home, for she had been brought here in an ambulance. She had no friends, for she was new to the area. And her father and brother had no clue where she had disappeared to.

Logan clenched her fists as a few more tears rolled down her cheeks. She could walk. She didn't know how far it was, but she figured that it wasn't too far away and that she could easily walk to the farm to get her car and go home. Her jaw tightened and she lifted herself up off of the floor. She took one step before her vision started to blur. She leaned against the wall, but it was no good. She started to get a light-headed feeling, and she almost immediately started falling. She hit the ground, landing on her hands and knees before she fell completely, lying flat against the floor. She could hear a few women give small screeches and a few other people gasp, but after that, there was a loud ringing in her ears and she could hear, see, and smell nothing. The only thing that she could do, was feel the cold, hard floor beneath her and the beating of her heart within her chest.

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FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY

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In his anger, he didn't look back towards Logan, instead slapping the file on the desk of the reception and placing his head in his hands. Rubbing his temples with his fingers he raised his head back up, furrowing his brow in an attempt to relieve himself of this headache which was quickly coming on. He reached an arm over the desk, grabbing a bottle of water and the packet of ibuprofen he knew to be behind there. He took a quick swig of his drink before slipping two of the red painkillers into his mouth. Hopefully that should sort it and he could get through the rest of the shift in peace. Although it was wishful thinking. His ears caught the hushed murmurs of a few people waiting in the seated area a few yards from the reception. The murmurs turned into gasps and instinctively he whipped his head around to watch Logan.




He followed her with his eyes as she sunk into herself, falling towards the floor. Within seconds he was moving towards her and in no time he was by her side. She'd already hit the floor as he got to her. But that didn't worry him now. He placed his hands around her face, frantically searching for any kind of reaction on her face. "Logan, Logan can you hear me?" He asked her, turning his head towards the reception. "Can I get a trolley and a board here please? Quickly!" He demanded turning his attention back to the blonde haired girl on the floor. He didn't seem to have received any kind of reaction. The trolley was next to him now, another two nurses by his side. Without the need to instruct, they both grabbed a part of her body and lifted her onto the board, Finn carefully keeping her head still. Once strapped into the board they lifted both Logan and the orange board onto the trolley. Finn nodded in the direction of a resuscitation room and they wheeled their way in. At least he knew she was breathing.



Expertly the nurses swung the bed around, pushing it into one of the awaiting stations. Quickly Finn got to work, all thoughts of his headache now vanished. And all memory of his earlier argument with Logan now vanished. She now had no choice in whether she was treated or not. One of the nurses slipped a breathing mask over her mouth, to aid her in the case that she woke up. Finn directed one nurse to keep talking to her and to stay by her head. Right now he was more worried about the fact she'd keeled over not her lungs or ribs. She was breathing perfectly fine, no evidence that she had punctured a rib. Which was a relief. But the problem now was finding out what was wrong with her head. Thankfully the recuss room was fully equipped with the latest gadgets, including a portable MRI scanner, useful for those patients too unstable to move. He directed a member of staff to grab the item and perform a scan on the patients head.




They waited for a few minutes as the nurse hovered the gadget over her head. Finn watched carefully, making sure there was no change to her blood pressure or breathing rate. She was also now helpfully hooked up to cardiac monitor allowing Finn to keep a closer eye on her. Once the MRI was finished he stepped back over to her, speaking to her once more, hoping this time for a reaction. She was a lot more stabilised now. He hoped the fall was just because of the stress combined with the injury. "Logan, Logan how are you feeling?" He waited a while, allowing her to reply or react if she needed to before he was called over to the computer screen to asses the results of the scan. He pardoned himself with a quick smile and made his way over to the computer screen. Immediately he noted the problem, there was a small bruise on the tissue of the brain. A brain contusion. It wasn't serious as it was small, although he was going to watch it, in case it caused any further problems. He also still suspected that rib wasn't exactly comfortable. Although there was no way he could x-ray it now. He was going to have to feel his way around the break. Painful for her, uncomfortable and difficult for him. But he was quite experienced at feeling for broken bones or cracks. He turned around to look at Logan. This could all have been avoided with a little co-operation.




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IT STARTED WITH A LITTLE KISS

[adelaide]

Blackness. Nothing but black. There was nothing anywhere. Nothing to touch. Nothing to see. Nothing to smell. Nothing. The blonde girl was aware of nothing. Except for the fact that she was falling. She was falling into the black, being sucked up, never to come back out. The black was closing in on her, but there was nothing there to envelop her. In a way, though, it was kind of peaceful. The blackness blocked out anything from the outside world. It was almost like sleep, except with no dreams to accompany the sleep. So it was almost like... dying. Except... Didn't people always say that they saw a bright light when they were dying? Wouldn't they also feel like they were going somewhere? That would make at least a little bit of sense... Wouldn't it? But if...

Logan stopped her train of thought as she realized that there actually was a light. It wasn't a bright light, just a light. There was a blue sky and... Oof! A ground. She sat up, looking around at where she was. She was in a meadow. A forest could be seen and so could a chain of mountains. There was even a lake not far away. Logan stood and looked down at herself. She was wearing a long, flowing, blue dress, flowers in her hair and everything. For a moment, she wondered where she had gotten the dress, and then she saw something moving. Who's there?

[/color] She called out, watching the figure as it moved toward her. Soon, she could hear laughing and singing, and the figure became two small girls. Logan watched them carefully as they approached her, singing some song that she had never heard of before.

Hello Miss. Who are you? A small girl with curly, blonde hair spoke in a gentle, song-like voice. The one beside her looked almost exactly like her, except she had wavy brown hair. Logan watched the two of them for a moment as they smiled up at her. Finally, the brown-haired girl spoke to the blonde.

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Of course we were. We've been waiting for a long time. Now, follow us!

Logan, not really knowing what to do, followed them as they skipped through the meadow in their short dress, flower baskets in their hands. Logan didn't really know where they were going, but she was enjoying the beauty. The birds and butterflies flew around in the peaceful light. Everything about this place was like heaven. Was she dead? No. She couldn't be. She hadn't seen the bright light. She had seen nothing but darkness. So where was she? No matter. She sighed and quickened her pace a little bit to keep up with the two girls. But they were no longer there. They were gone, vanishing into the light fog around the place. Logan stopped and looked around, trying to find where they went, but she could see nothing. She started to hear voices, though, and she whipped around in a circle, trying to find the people that owned them. She froze for a moment, though, because she saw him. She saw her gelding. The one that had died years ago because of her mistake. She screamed his name, and he whinnied back.

And then there was a light. It was the brightest light that she had seen yet, and she put her hand over her eyes, trying to shield them from the light, but it was no use. And suddenly, she was flying. She was flying toward the light, in the light, away from her gelding. She was back. She could feel the hospital table beneath her, someone touching her face, and she could practically feel the presence of two people near her. She could hear the voices of a few people, and the monitor giving a steady beat. She didn't open her eyes yet, for she knew what she would see, and she didn't want to see it. It was already reminding her too much of her gelding. She had seen him in her dream, but where would he have taken her had she stayed there?

Finally, Logan decided to open her eyes. For a moment, all she could do is blink, trying to adjust her eyes to the light that filled the room. When her eyes adjusted, she found Dr. O'Doherty standing on one side of her and a nurse standing on the other. The nurse was by her head, but stopped touching her when Logan opened her eyes. Immediately, Logan's heart clenched and her eyes filled with tears. She wanted out of here. Her hand extended toward the doctor slowly. She wanted something to hold. Whether it was his shirt, his doctor's coat, anything. Please... She whispered, blinking a few tears out of her eyes, but trying to hold them back. Her breathing was coming up short with her panic. She didn't really ask for anything, for she wanted many things from the doctor; she wanted to be back with her gelding, therefore dying, she wanted to be out of this room, and she really just wanted to go home. She didn't feel like the strong woman that she had been earlier, she felt like a little girl. She had forgotten all earlier conversations with the doctor, and now she wanted him to give her something that she knew she couldn't have. She looked up at his face, waiting for his response, if he had one.
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As Logan opened his eyes he had already made his way to her side. He'd pulled on one of his latex gloves and was about to pull on the other when he hand reached up towards him. He sighed and took her hand with his free one. "Logan, you're fine and safe here, you're horse is also safe at the barn. Now I need to treat you, so if you can just keep still for me and calm down. Take deep breaths Logan." He told her reassuringly, in a soft voice, placing her hand back down onto the bed as he spoke. He continued to pull on the other glove and looked to the nurse who was standing by her head. "Can you give her some gas please?" He asked, but it was more of an instruction than a question. The nurse followed on cue, taking the oxygen mask and placing it over Logan's mouth and nose, she offered words of encouragement to the blonde as she did so, telling her to take deep breaths.



Finn focused on the task in hand. "Ok, Logan this might hurt a little, but I have to check you're ribs over. Just stay still for me..." He trailed, off, he carefully pulled up her shirt, just so he could see most of her ribs and rested the shirt just over her bra. When he was in doctor mode all boobs were was a type of gland that expressed milk. Not a sexual object. He remained completely detached from the patient he was treating at all times. This is what helped him get through the day too. If he got a personal attachment to every patient that came through this hospital he would be a lot more upset when a handful of them died every day. And when it came to try and revive them he probably would just keep going about cracking ribs than to call it a day. When really there was nothing he could do for them. So luckily he had that will power to stay detached, it's what made him able to just get to another patient when he'd just lost another. But he was afraid he was getting much too close to Logan for his liking which was why he was letting the nurse calm her, not him.



He placed both his gloved hands on her ribs, which were now turning a blueish black colour. He ran his fingers gently along her ribs, knowing any harder he would cause pain. He couldn't feel anything, he ran his hands down harder, preparing for her to wince or yelp in pain. This time his finger caught something, he went back to the second from bottom rib, feeling over it once more. He was right to have stopped, there was a small fracture in that rib. He'd x-ray it later, when she was more stable, but he was certain that that was the problem. It wouldn't cause any problems to her, it would just need time to heal. It was just a small fracture anyway, it wasn't cracked or broken, so really there was nothing he could do. He removed his hands from her ribs and pulled down her top once more. Removing his gloves he placed them in his right hand before throwing them in the bin. "You're ribs are good enough Miss Banks, we will have to x-ray them at some point, but right now there's not much more I can do for them except pain relief." He spoke and strode over to the other end of the room, where another nurse was. "Can you get onto Psyc for me please. Discreetly." He said in hushed tones, looking back to Logan. He was slightly worried about her mental state, she was panicking at the slightest of things and she wouldn't allow herself to rest. Finn was not designed to get to the bottom of her mental problems. He didn't have all the patience in the world and neither did he have the best people skills. The job of finding the issues with her mentality was someone else's, not his.



"We'll be keeping you in overnight Miss Banks to keep an eye on that head of yours. So do try and get some rest." He spoke kindly, with a smile before turning back around to fill in some annoying paperwork on the counter. The other nurse returned and nodded at Finn. He'd be expecting a member from the Psyc department down shortly.



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ITS STARTED WITH A LITTLE KISS