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 i'll make you shiver, i'll keep you warm, urie!
brynnah march
 Posted: Feb 9 2018, 02:43 AM
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it's just me, myself, and i, solo-ride until i die, cause i got me for life, oh, oh i don't need a hand to hold even when the night is cold cause i got that fire in my soul.
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+stethoscope urie!
To say that work was busy right now would be a massive understatement, but Brynnah didn’t mind terribly much. Her shift was almost over, which was a relief as she was exhausted. She grabbed the clipboard of the next case that was thrust into her lap, walking briskly to the bed in question after ensuring the curtains had been drawn (for privacy, and also because apparently not everyone was doing well with the sight of blood). Setting the chart down on her chair, she brushed a few loose strands of hair back from her face before offering a warm smile to her latest patient, ”Hi, Urie? The rumor going around is that you need a few stitches?” Brynnah quickly put on a pair of gloves before digging out her suture kit to place on the tray.

”Dare I ask what happened? Your chart was pretty vague…” her voice trailed off before getting her needle threaded properly before getting to work, ”Small pinch--this is the numbing,” she informed biting her lip as she carefully hovered over him, lining each surgical stitch up like she was sewing clothing modifications for fun rather than carefully suturing someone’s forehead, but Brynnah didn’t mind. It was a type of task that she found particularly easy, as long as the patient didn’t move too much (obviously it wasn’t the most comforting situation--but at least there was a little bit of a numbing agent to help soothe everything out). Brynnah finished the first stitch, trimming the loose thread from the ends (mostly for cosmetic reasons--it made the stitches look a lot neater besides helping to prevent too much scarring) before moving to the next one, ” If you got any blood on your clothes hydrogen peroxide will get it right out if you soak it before you wash it. Once I get you to stop gushing blood all over the place I promise to get you cleaned up so you don’t look like a murder victim, though, I promise.”


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urie miehm
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 03:46 PM
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471 words for brynnah
Urie was an idiot, he knew that and he had know that for the last few years. He had decided that he was going to go longboarding that day, it wasn’t his fault that the London roads were still pretty icey this time of year and he swears that fire hydrant had never been there before. No worries though, his head, that was lacking a helmet, had completely stopped him from getting to hurt. A few people nearby to the crash had seemed concerned, and a bit squeamish about the blood that was oozing from his head, so to calm them down he had agreed to let them drop him at the hospital to get him checked out. By the time that he was placed in a room with a towel firmly pressed to his head still he felt sluggish. The world seemed to be spinning a little faster in that part of the hospital and he flipped the lights off in the room before taking a seat on the bed. Waiting patiently for a doctor or a nurse to come see him he fiddled with things that were hanging on the wall and continued to keep the towel pressed to his head to hopefully limit the bleeding to the best of his non doctor abilities.

”I’m fine honestly, just a few squeamish tourists is all,” Urie said to the nurse who walked in. He started the statement quick and confident before trailing off a bit with his words as he removed the towel from his forehead and got a good look at who had just walked in the door. Even though he for a moment thought it was twins his vision steadied and realized he was looking directly into the face of the most real life nurse fantasy of his life. She was stunning and he wasn’t sure what to do about that. Urie flinched for a moment at the poking and slowly felt the numbing agent working through his skin making it all feel weird as she got close enough to him to stitch up his face. He watched her working and speaking before trying to respond with a much cooler impressive reason on why he was in the hospital than a longboarding crash in trafalgar square. ”There were like, kids, and cats, and I just had to do my part to help the out. You know, for the greater good and all,” Urie said slowly almost going cross eyed trying to watch her hands stitching up his forehead while he was talking to her. He was pretty sure that the murder victim look was working for him though so he didn’t know why he needed it to be cleaned up, but he’d willingly accept a sponge bath any day from this nurse.

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brynnah march
 Posted: Feb 14 2018, 04:40 PM
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it's just me, myself, and i, solo-ride until i die, cause i got me for life, oh, oh i don't need a hand to hold even when the night is cold cause i got that fire in my soul.
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+stethoscope urie!
Brynnah had seen her fair share of blood and guts in her time of working out of the triage unit--it made her life a bit interesting to say the least, and she found it the most fulfilling. As such, she was used to people being...well...nonchalant about it coming in with injuries that were much more serious than they wanted to admit, so seeing her latest patient with a towel pressed to his head telling her he was fine, she wanted nothing more than to roll her eyes. ”Uh-huh, I’m sure you are fine,” she murmured, ”I’m glad they made you come in at least, head injuries can be more serious than they seem superficially.” Brynnah hated to imagine the number of people who just neglected to come in after similar injuries just due to their sense of pride. It was dangerous, to say the least.

At his explanation, Brynnah laughed a bit, keeping her hands steady as she moved on to the next surgical stitch, ”Oh, I’m so sure--what on earth had to have happened for children and cats to be involved?” she inquired, delicately placing the needle to do the next stitch, and then the next as she worked, finishing her last stitch before sitting down in her chair to look over the chart and determine what she wanted to do next, ”I think we have a few extra scrub tops if you wanted to change your shirt,” she offered rather lightheartedly as she got out a rather large pile of gauze and peroxide to set to work on cleaning him up some, starting to dab the dampened gauze to his face to get all the blood off, ”Now, you’ll want to go get these taken out in about...a week at the latest I would say...your primary care doctor should be able to do it relatively easily, and there shouldn’t be too much of a scar, I made the stitches pretty neat anyway.” She explained before indulging further into head injury protocol, ”Aside from the gash, are you experiencing any other symptoms? Sensitivity to light? Ringing in the ears? Headache? Nausea, dizziness, fatigue, memory disturbances?” she listed off, knowing that she certainly wasn’t going to just let him leave without getting a concussion protocol in. "Your pupils are a bit dilated..." she noted, off hand.

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urie miehm
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 05:19 PM
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355words for brynnah
Urie was pretty sure that he would have been find just laying down for an hour or so and keeping a towel pressed to his head, after all he could have just made sure that he bullied Kavya into being a nurse for him and they would have been fine. ”I’ve got a thick skull, you’d be surprised at the damage this thing can take,” Urie said confidently pointing to his head. Of course it wasn’t exactly flirting protocol to call yourself stupid, but he was pretty sure that if he could just manage a single laugh from the nurse he’d be making progress to hopefully get her number by the time that they were done this evening. Hearing the laugh he’d been waiting for her couldn’t help but smile, feeling the muscles in his face contract and flinch a bit at the feeling as it tightened around the stitchings she was still making he decided to elaborate on his fake news story. ”There was an accident, like a school bus, into. . . an animal shelter,” Urie said and even as the words fell out he knew that it was stupid sounding but he was to far into it to retract any of his statements now.

Urie nodded at the idea of a new shirt, at least he wouldn’t leave the emergency room looking like he had gotten in a fight with a bear, and clearly won. ”Why can’t I come back and have you take them out,” Urie said looking through his lashes up at the nurse. He was pretty sure he would normally be taller than her, but since he was sitting and she was hovering above him still in close proximity he was perfectly fine accepting having to look up into her face. ”Yeah, I have that, most of that,” Urie agreed with the nurse before adding offhandedly, ”I thought it was all symptoms of being in the presence of an Angel.” He was laying it on thick that was for sure, but he was no stranger to the flirting game.

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