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xp_logs2009-06-14 08:15 pm
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Cammie & Jean: One more night in the med lab
Jean confines Cammie to the medlab for one more night. News she takes pretty well, all things considered, maybe because it also involves plotting evil against Jake.
Jean was glad that Cammie had had a pretty steady series of visitors to keep her distracted - Kurt, of course, had been downstairs most of the day, but even when he'd had to leave there had been others popping in to check on the girl. It was a relief to Jean, partly because it was a good sign that Cammie really was fitting in well at the mansion, but mostly because it meant the girl hadn't yet started agitating to go back to her room. While she couldn't get an infection from the wound and it would be safe for her if she went back out into the mansion proper, the last time Jean had been in to change the bandages across Cammie's cut she'd noticed it was still seeping a noticeable amount - nothing to be worried about, but given the nature of Cammie's blood Jean would prefer she stay out of the general populace another night. Not that she expected the volatile girl to be terribly keen on this idea.
Cammie was sitting on the bed, sneaking out wouldn’t work, she figured so she was killing time surfing the internet. Fail blog was always a good place to get a laugh or three but when Jean walked in Cammie looked up, “So, can I leave yet?” she asked.
"Direct and to the point, huh?" Jean said, smiling faintly. "Not that I'd expected anything else." Pulling up one of the visitor chairs, she took a seat and said, "Honestly, I'd be happier if you stayed another night down here. You're still bleeding a bit, and though it's not much it is possible you could bleed through your bandages while you sleep."
“Oh joy,” Cammie said, “So the stitches aren’t enough this time, huh?”
"They're doing all they can," Jean said, shrugging slightly, "but the wound was remarkably uneven - even the places I improved on Jake's work are still seeping a little. I'd say by tomorrow afternoon the clotting ought to be stable enough that it won't pull free without you popping a stitch, too, but right now... If you toss at all tonight the scab could easily still tear."
“That’s what I get for beings stabbed with a beer bottle,” Cammie said, sitting back. She didn’t enjoy being stuck down here, but she didn’t want to make people sicker than she normally did. “So, would I at least be able to leave sometime tomorrow morning?” she asked.
"I think that would be ok, yes." Jean relaxed, knowing Cammie wasn't going to put up a fuss. She was definitely well aware of the risks inherent in her mutation, there was no question, but she was also occasionally too strong willed for her own good. "You'd be better able to tell if something went wrong when you're awake. It's really just once you pass out tonight that I'm worried about."
She really wanted to be able to sleep in her own bed tonight as opposed to a cot here, but the idea of dropping the people here like flies because her stitches were starting to tear wasn’t appealing in the least, “Whatever. You’re the doctor. ‘Least if I start bleeding down here you and the scary doctor should be able to do something about it.”
"That's the idea," Jean agreed. "And you can have your own bed tomorrow, I promise." It would be good to get Cammie all settled again before she had to get back to Yvette, too.
“Thank god,” Cammie said. “So seriously, was it like that bad that it’s still oozing toxic death?”
"I wouldn't say that bad. More that there was still a high potential for oozing toxic death. You didn't manage to bleed all the way through your bandages today, but it was kind of close."
“Yeah, I guess it was. I blame Jake,” Cammie said flippantly. “Man does not know how to sew.”
"If you ever want to get him back, mention in one of his bosses' hearing that he needs field medicine training. It's a valid point and then you'll get to watch him whine about them, which provides days of entertainment. Sometimes weeks." Jean grinned.
“Oooh, I’ll have to remember that,” Cammie said, “Who bosses him around?”
If anything, Jean's grin got wider. "Emma Frost is the big boss over at Snow Valley."
“Well, if I ever meet her, I’ll be sure to let her know that Jake needs to learn how to sew. Say, is she related to Adrienne?” Cammie asked, Frost wasn’t exactly the most common of names.
"Her sister, yes," Jean said. "They're not very alike, I think..." In that Adrienne rarely made Jean want to claw anyone's eyes out.
“Ah. Well, if I do ever see her, I’ll let her know that stuff about Jake,” Cammie said. “Maybe I’ll drop her an email."
"Sounds like a plan."
Jean was glad that Cammie had had a pretty steady series of visitors to keep her distracted - Kurt, of course, had been downstairs most of the day, but even when he'd had to leave there had been others popping in to check on the girl. It was a relief to Jean, partly because it was a good sign that Cammie really was fitting in well at the mansion, but mostly because it meant the girl hadn't yet started agitating to go back to her room. While she couldn't get an infection from the wound and it would be safe for her if she went back out into the mansion proper, the last time Jean had been in to change the bandages across Cammie's cut she'd noticed it was still seeping a noticeable amount - nothing to be worried about, but given the nature of Cammie's blood Jean would prefer she stay out of the general populace another night. Not that she expected the volatile girl to be terribly keen on this idea.
Cammie was sitting on the bed, sneaking out wouldn’t work, she figured so she was killing time surfing the internet. Fail blog was always a good place to get a laugh or three but when Jean walked in Cammie looked up, “So, can I leave yet?” she asked.
"Direct and to the point, huh?" Jean said, smiling faintly. "Not that I'd expected anything else." Pulling up one of the visitor chairs, she took a seat and said, "Honestly, I'd be happier if you stayed another night down here. You're still bleeding a bit, and though it's not much it is possible you could bleed through your bandages while you sleep."
“Oh joy,” Cammie said, “So the stitches aren’t enough this time, huh?”
"They're doing all they can," Jean said, shrugging slightly, "but the wound was remarkably uneven - even the places I improved on Jake's work are still seeping a little. I'd say by tomorrow afternoon the clotting ought to be stable enough that it won't pull free without you popping a stitch, too, but right now... If you toss at all tonight the scab could easily still tear."
“That’s what I get for beings stabbed with a beer bottle,” Cammie said, sitting back. She didn’t enjoy being stuck down here, but she didn’t want to make people sicker than she normally did. “So, would I at least be able to leave sometime tomorrow morning?” she asked.
"I think that would be ok, yes." Jean relaxed, knowing Cammie wasn't going to put up a fuss. She was definitely well aware of the risks inherent in her mutation, there was no question, but she was also occasionally too strong willed for her own good. "You'd be better able to tell if something went wrong when you're awake. It's really just once you pass out tonight that I'm worried about."
She really wanted to be able to sleep in her own bed tonight as opposed to a cot here, but the idea of dropping the people here like flies because her stitches were starting to tear wasn’t appealing in the least, “Whatever. You’re the doctor. ‘Least if I start bleeding down here you and the scary doctor should be able to do something about it.”
"That's the idea," Jean agreed. "And you can have your own bed tomorrow, I promise." It would be good to get Cammie all settled again before she had to get back to Yvette, too.
“Thank god,” Cammie said. “So seriously, was it like that bad that it’s still oozing toxic death?”
"I wouldn't say that bad. More that there was still a high potential for oozing toxic death. You didn't manage to bleed all the way through your bandages today, but it was kind of close."
“Yeah, I guess it was. I blame Jake,” Cammie said flippantly. “Man does not know how to sew.”
"If you ever want to get him back, mention in one of his bosses' hearing that he needs field medicine training. It's a valid point and then you'll get to watch him whine about them, which provides days of entertainment. Sometimes weeks." Jean grinned.
“Oooh, I’ll have to remember that,” Cammie said, “Who bosses him around?”
If anything, Jean's grin got wider. "Emma Frost is the big boss over at Snow Valley."
“Well, if I ever meet her, I’ll be sure to let her know that Jake needs to learn how to sew. Say, is she related to Adrienne?” Cammie asked, Frost wasn’t exactly the most common of names.
"Her sister, yes," Jean said. "They're not very alike, I think..." In that Adrienne rarely made Jean want to claw anyone's eyes out.
“Ah. Well, if I do ever see her, I’ll let her know that stuff about Jake,” Cammie said. “Maybe I’ll drop her an email."
"Sounds like a plan."