It had been a flurry of activity for quite a while as the surgeon cleaned up the gun shot and patched her up. Nothing vital was hit so it was fairly easy, but it would hurt like a bastard for a bit and the orders said she needed to be admitted upstairs for a stay.
After everything was clean and they'd moved her to a recovery room, Hex came in to attend to her. They'd cut off her clothes but had gotten her into a gown. Hex came in with a recovery bed to get her off of the triage table.
"Hello," he said with a smile. "Seems like you've kept everyone busy for a bit. I'm Hex. I'm going to lift you into the recovery bed and take you to another room until they've got one upstairs for you, yeah? Ready?" he asked, moving to her side. He was a wall of a man, arms strong enough to move her from table to bed. He could probably carry her all the way upstairs if he wanted to.
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Date: 2016-01-23 12:46 am (UTC)After everything was clean and they'd moved her to a recovery room, Hex came in to attend to her. They'd cut off her clothes but had gotten her into a gown. Hex came in with a recovery bed to get her off of the triage table.
"Hello," he said with a smile. "Seems like you've kept everyone busy for a bit. I'm Hex. I'm going to lift you into the recovery bed and take you to another room until they've got one upstairs for you, yeah? Ready?" he asked, moving to her side. He was a wall of a man, arms strong enough to move her from table to bed. He could probably carry her all the way upstairs if he wanted to.