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poly_chromatic2013-05-28 02:18 pm
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[Korra is done with the hospital. So very, very, VERY done.
Unfortunately, neither her body nor the hospital staff agree. Just a few more days, they promise her. You sustained major trauma from those bullet wounds. Personally, she finds the pain less traumatic than the terrible smell and the snoring of her roommates. (She's able to think this only because of really excellent pain medication.)
The biggest problem with being stuck in the hospital, though, is that it gives her too much time to think. About the injuries she sustained. About how she's going to need physical therapy. About the fact that no matter how hard she tries, she might never be able to move the way she used to again. The doctor warned her that her shoulder will be prone to popping out of its socket, and that her muscles may be stiff and harder to move than before. She's very lucky that none of the bullets shattered bone or nicked any organs. She could have died or been paralyzed. She tries to remember that and feel grateful, but mostly she feels like, bit by bit, everything that makes her her is being chipped away.
She hates hospitals.]
[ooc: open to any and all visitors or hospital staff!]
[Korra is done with the hospital. So very, very, VERY done.
Unfortunately, neither her body nor the hospital staff agree. Just a few more days, they promise her. You sustained major trauma from those bullet wounds. Personally, she finds the pain less traumatic than the terrible smell and the snoring of her roommates. (She's able to think this only because of really excellent pain medication.)
The biggest problem with being stuck in the hospital, though, is that it gives her too much time to think. About the injuries she sustained. About how she's going to need physical therapy. About the fact that no matter how hard she tries, she might never be able to move the way she used to again. The doctor warned her that her shoulder will be prone to popping out of its socket, and that her muscles may be stiff and harder to move than before. She's very lucky that none of the bullets shattered bone or nicked any organs. She could have died or been paralyzed. She tries to remember that and feel grateful, but mostly she feels like, bit by bit, everything that makes her her is being chipped away.
She hates hospitals.]
[ooc: open to any and all visitors or hospital staff!]
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He hasn't had the chance to catch up with her while she's been conscious, so Chase waits until the end of his shift and stops by her room, knocking lightly before putting his head around the door.]
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One of these days.
In the meantime, she forces herself to breath and put on a smile.]
Hey Dr. Chase.
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[He could sympathise with those responses: he's become practiced in the art of covering for panic attacks, though they come less these days than they once did. For now he enters unarmed - no needles, trolley with him to check her vitals. He's looked at the most recent update from his ICU team - she's doing as well as can be expected.
So he just comes over to sit beside the bed.]
Rough day, huh.
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Yeah, real rough. I've been lying in bed, doing nothing.
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She does her best to shake it off.]
Shouldn't you be getting off work soon?
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[And that was an inintentional pun. But since he's landed on the subject:]
Have you spoken to anyone about what happened?
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She looks away at his question.]
I've told everything to Chief Bei Fong and the other cops. [Pretending that that's what he meant]
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I should think they'd be more interested in how to deal with the shooter than how you were dealing with being shot.
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Someone's told you about the rehab work you'll be doing for that?
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