forum “How to Save A Life..” Remake Roleplay (read the description, please)

Started March 18, 2018 by @@CheezeJesus

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Nope. This is a totally unrealistic scenario that I’ve created, so accuracy in terms of medical training isn’t really needed.

I guess we can all write short starters..

alright

Who's going first?

Sorry about my absence! I'm going to introduce my character now.

Anyone who wants to.. I was thinking that we could all write starters so we could get this going quickly.

Ok let's do it!

Alright! Sounds good!

(I'm just going to go then)
Caroline shyly walked into room 1.08. "Alright, Mrs. Walter, let's see what's wrong with little Ashley."
Mrs. Walter stared daggers at Caroline. "Who are you?"
"Caroline Mills, I'm a neonatal surgeon." she clarified.
"Get out. I asked for a doctor."
Caroline nodded. She backed out the room, sighing.

Yea, Nat! Go ahead! )

Name: Oliver Horne
Gender: Male
Looks: shoulder length, choppy coal black hair he almost always wears in a ponytail. He has bronze skin and light blue eyes. He can normally be found bustling around the hospital running on caffeine and determination. He keeps mostly to himself and is often overly polite to anyone he talks to. He has a hard time coping with losing patients during surgeries.
Age: 16
Specially: Cardiovascular system (Cardiothoracic Surgeon)

Thomas was spending a bit of freetime he had sitting in the chapel room. No, he was certainly far from religious, but the room was quiet, dim and peaceful. A perfect place to enjoy the tupperware of spaghetti he'd warmed up a few minutes before.

Oliver was in the hospital cafeteria, dressed fully in light blue scrubs as he scarfed down a tuna sandwich. He was exhausted, but when wasn't he? He'd just come out of a major surgery under an hour ago and, after taking a shower, had immediately went down to get food of some kind. Any kind. He received several odd looks from patients, but only smiled kindly in response. After this he was getting a shot of espresso to keep him going.

The last thing Briar O’Malley wanted that day was to be sprinting down the halls of Ross Memorial Hospital (I just came up with a random name :)) in blood stained scrubs trying to get down to the ER bay to unload a patient who had been critically injured in a car crash. It wasn’t uncommon for her to see theses types of things, for they happened every single day. She had built up a pretty good resilience to blood; being around it 24/7 made it seem normal. She rushed to meet her fellow colleagues as they unloaded the patient, who from what she could see was a little boy no more than four years old.
“Mommy..where’s my mommy..” The boy groaned, unable to move his head because of the brace that had been put around it.
Briar pushed her way to the front of the crowd and went to the boy’s side in an attempt to comfort him.
“She’s coming, buddy. You were hurt very badly in an accident, but you’re going to be alright, okay?” She tried to use her softest tone, but it was hard when the situation was so grave.
The boy did his best to nod, his blonde hair falling into his eyes.
“Okay..”

Emilia smiled at Mr.Mitchell. The older man sighed as he walked into the room.
"How is he?" He asked, obviously concerned about his son.
"Ethan will be fine." She reassured him, chuckling slightly. "This is the third time he's broken a bone, I wouldn't expect anything else."
The Mitchell's were Emilia's favorite family, other than her own. They were friends with her parents and one of the only families that actually trusted her with their children. Ethan was the oldest. He was thirteen. Then there were the twins: Ian and Zander, they were six.

Thomas spooned another mouthful of noodles to his mouth. The room, he found, made a very good listener. He didn't feel self conscious talking to himself here, as there were no cameras.
"So." He began, wiping his chin. "Do you remember Sadie?"

The walls said nothing back.

"Figured as much," Thomas murmured back. "She, ah… she didn't make it," he spoke his burdens, looking up to the spindly and unimpressive alter as if looking for comfort.

Caroline walked the hallway in search of someone she knew. She decided to head down to the cafeteria and immediately spotted Oliver, eating alone.
She went over to him and collapsed into a chair at his table.

"Are you alright Caroline? Need me to grab you food? Coffee? Something to else to drink?" He asked, already standing on his feet, albeit slightly unsteady.

Thomas looked down at his sad bowl of spaghetti.
"Don't look at me like that," he commented to the food.
Okay. That was weird. Well, he's weird.
He breathed a sigh, "I really need to mingle more, don't I?" He laughed.

Natalie sat down if front of a little girl. She took the small child's hands in her own. "I promise that your mother will be okay." The little girl sniffled. "Are you sure?" Nat smiled. "Yeah. Your mother's a fighter." She picked the girl up. "Let's go see how badly you were injured."

As Briar was heading to an on-call room to get changed for her surgery, she was stopped by an intern who looked at her with wild eyes.
“The boy who was in the car accident..his heart is racing..we need to get his heart rate down but we don’t have any nitroglycerin or stuff like that..” the intern twiddled his fingers nervously looking to Briar for an answer.
“You should know this stuff, Ernest..” she hissed, rubbing a hand through her hair.
“I’m sorry..I..”
“If his heart is racing that fast, he could go into cardiac arrest. Incubate him and start CPR! I’ll be there in a few minutes. ” Briar snapped, shooing him away.
Poor Ernest scurried down the hall, leaving Briar to take a breath.

Emilia walked out of the room to leave the father and son to have some time to themselves. Two people in scrubs rushed by her, and she heard them whispering.
"…a boy…at least four years old..crash.."
Emilia, having nothing to do at the moment, followed them to wherever they were going.

Natalie passed Emilia in the hall, carrying the blood-covered girl to a room. Natalie specialized with children, and by now everyone was used to seeing Natalie carry around injured kids. "Hey Em." She said briefly as she passed her.

Thomas stood up off the pew, chewing the last bit of his meal. He relished the silence, and knew really soon he'd have to file through an emotionslly strenuous meeting with one of the patients.