I LOVE writing medical jargon and making sure it’s legitimate. As someone who will eventually work in the medical field, it’s important to me that things be accurate. Not just for the sake of science, but also so it’s accurate & real for those who read my threads.
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Tom sighed at the memory of the patient he’d helped. Lilah. It was a hard call – one of the hardest he’s had in a while. “I’m not really supposed to share information about patients, but seeing as I have a gun to my back…” Tom’s voice trailed, knowing he could lose his job if he shared information about patients. Would he rather lose his job or his life? He blinked, hard, as the bright lights from a passing car jolted him from his thoughts. “It was a tough call. She was pretty beaten up. Broken bones, blood loss, in and our of consciousness. We spent over 10 minutes on her before we were able to safely transport her. When we left the hospital, she was in surgery.” Tom decided he’d rather lose his job than his life and spilled the beans. He technically didn’t share any personal information about the patient, so maybe he’d be in the clear. He tightened his grip on the wheel as he made the next turn. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Cara listened with bated breath as the man described what Lilah had endured since they’d parted, a deep, shuddering sigh racking her frame when he said that she was currently in surgery. She’d survived then – at least, so far. Cara wasn’t naive enough to believe that recovery would be easy or even guaranteed. But the girl was still alive, and she was grateful for that. His comment as the car turned forced her to focus again, and she said, “I don’t need to answer you; you’ll see for yourself soon enough. Take one more left turn, and then pull into the driveway.” He’d know which driveway, it was the only one for miles. “You’ll shut the car off and then we’ll slide out together, just like before. Once you’re out, you’ll hand me the keys, and then you’ll lead the way inside.”
Tom nodded at the further instruction, thankful that she gave it, because frankly, he couldn’t remember the original directions. “Did you know her?” He asked, hoping it wouldn’t upset or provoke her in any way. He took the last turn, keeping an eye out for the driveway she spoke of. The street was pitch black, with what looked like a sketchy warehouse – the only building for what looked like miles. He turned into the drive, taking in his surroundings. “Why not just answer me so I’m not surprised when you kill me?” Tom turned the car off, the cold almost immediately setting in as the heat stopped. He once again, took in his surroundings. Nothing for miles, so running was practically out of the question. Probably no cell service, either. Damn.
He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, practically waiting for the gun to be held to his back again. “So this is how I die,” he sighed, holding the keys out for the woman behind him.
Allie’s teeth began to chatter as the cold set in and the adrenaline began to wear off. “Not going to hurt me? You just stabbed that guy. Who’s to say you’re not going to do the same to me?” She practically spat her words, mostly upset that she now had nowhere to sleep for the night. She took a few steps out of the shadows, allowing the little light from the alley to shine on her.
“I’m fine, it’s barely a scratch. I can’t stay here, anyway. My bed was destroyed. Let’s go.” She sucked air between her teeth as she began walking toward the main road, feeling a painful twinge in her leg, as the fireball that destroyed her sleeping place had hit her leg and the blood was soaking her singed pant leg. Allie tried to keep walking without showing any signs of pain, but she only took a few steps before she stopped and leaned against the wall of the alleyway. “Maybe it’s a little more than a scratch,” she added, looking down at her stained pant leg.
“That guy – and two others just like him – pretended to need my help and then ambushed me. He was going to keep throwing fire until I was dead, and he had no trouble doing the same thing to you just because you got in his way.” A beat passed before Lucan added, “Without his hands, he can’t throw anything. So I saw an opportunity, and I took it.” And he wasn’t about to apologize to her or anyone else for that.
With the woman now willing to move, Lucan started walking alongside her back to the main road when she suddenly stopped again, her body pressed up against the wall. He followed her gaze down to her bloodied pant leg and internally swore. He couldn’t take her where he’d intended on going – a mutant safehouse; it would be compromised. But he also couldn’t leave her here, not like this. Not when he was responsible. “There’s a motel not far from here. I’ll rent a room, look after your leg, and then the room’s yours for the rest of the night.”
“How was I in the way? I was trying to sleep, dude.” Allie cursed at herself. She should have been in a shelter tonight, not in an alley where she would inevitably get hurt. Homeless, no insurance, $6.12 in her pocket, and now she’s got herself injured. No way would she be able to get a job now, let alone stay in a shelter with an injury this severe. She’d immediately get taken advantage of, her few belongings would get taken because she wouldn’t be able to fend for herself.
“You have the means to take care of this?” She asked, motioning to her injured calf. “The means to rent a motel, too? Wow, a guy with money. How lucky am I?” She quipped, snarky sarcasm dripping from her words. She started limping along, letting a groan of pain out each time she put weight on her injured leg, too stubborn to ask the other for assistance.
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