Intervention | By : PhantomChajo Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Author's Note Characters may appear OOC. Tried
to keep them as close to cannon as possible, but considering I'm writing this
not the people at SquareEnix, you'll have to deal.
Disclaimers I don't own the boys and girls of
Final Fantasy 7, SquareEnix does.
11 – Doctor Feelgood
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's gonna be your Frankenstein
-- Doctor Feelgood by Motley Crue
“Doc,” Rude said as he shook the
hand offered to him. “How
bad is it?”
“To be brutally honest
the damage is quite extensive, but at least he's stable enough to not need
emergency surgery,” said Doctor Jorgen. He gestured for Rude to accompany him
to the observation room attached to the room Reno was going to be in. The back
wall was covered with light boxes used to display x-rays and other
transparencies. “A majority of his bones have been broken and then healed
incorrectly over the past week. It has caused a backlash, sending his entire
system into shock. Our options are currently limited and the longer we wait the
slimmer his chances will become,” Doctor Jorgen explained as he tacked up the
x-rays.
Rude watched though
the observation window as Reno was wheeled into the room. It looked as if more
tubes and IVs were connected then possible, making him look delicate, fragile
even in the sea of sterile white. The last time he'd seen his younger partner
in this bad a shape was just after the Sector Seven disaster. Now, like the,
Rude was the only one that could legally make the decision when the redhead
couldn't. “You
worked on Reno the last time he was this bad Doc, I know how good you are at
making miracles and repairing broken bodies. If you say options are limited and
getting slimmer by the moment, then do what you have to, to get my partner back
up and going again.”
Doctor Jorgen nodded. “Alright, I'll get one of
the nurses to put together the necessary paperwork. In the mean time we'll
start getting everything prepped for the procedures.”
Rude nodded as he
crossed his arms over his chest, still watching the room beyond the window.
“Don't
worry Rude, he's a fighter,”
the doctor said with a smile.
The big man smiled
slightly and nodded. “Yeah,
and there's someone else now that will kick his ass in the right direction once
he's back up and going again. She won't let him backslide anymore.”
The doctor glanced
past the big Turk at the petite blonde sitting by Reno's bed and chuckled. “I don't think I'd want to
get her mad at me either if she's a Turk like you and Reno. I value my life too
much. Anyways,
I need to get the ball rolling on my end. It's good to see you again Rude, just
wish it wasn't under these circumstances.” Jorgen patted the big man's back a
moment before heading towards the door.
“I hear you Doc,” Rude
replied back as he continued to watch the pair through the window. After all
the nurses’ departed and only Elena was left, he exited the observation room
and entered Reno's room. “Hey rookie, how are you holding up?” he asked as he
moved to her side, hand coming to rest on her shoulder.
Elena nodded as she
looked up, one hand gently stroking back the redhead's hair. “OK for now,” she
said as she looked back down.
“Reno's in good hands
with Doc Jorgen. He's been know to pull off miracles when everyone else thinks
there's no chance.”
“Are you sure?”
Rude squeezed her
shoulder gently. “Yeah, I'm sure. He's the one that put the little redhead back
together after the sector seven disaster. Come on little sister, Reno's going
to be out of it for a while so I don't think he'll even know we're here for
him.”
“But...”
Rude shook his head.
“You can come to visit every day for as long as the nurses let you.” He thought
about it for a few moments before making a decision. “When your ready, come on
out to the Nurse's station. I have to sign the paperwork anyways so I can add
you to the list then.”
“The list?” Elena
questioned.
“Of authorized
visitors when Reno's in ICU.”
“Oh,” Elena nodded
even though she didn't fully understand what he was talking about. “I'll be out
in a few.”
The big man nodded
again then left the room. Glancing left then right for the nurses station. Once
he found it he nodded a greeting, ignoring the alarmed look he got for being in
bloody combat fatigues. “Doctor Jorgen said there was paperwork I needed to
sign in order to started the procedures necessary.”
“The name of the
patient?”
“Last name Reno first
name Turk,” Rude said. He, like most Turks, dropped their real last names at
the beginning of their career, switching their first name to Turk and either
keeping their first or getting a new name as their last.
“Thank you,” the nurse
said as she started looking though the files of paperwork neatly racked to the
side. “Ah, here we go. Let's see...,” she read over the note stuck to the
inside of the folder. “Just sign where marked on each page Mr. Rude.”
Picking up a pen he
started adding his signature to almost every single piece of paper in the file.
“I need to add someone to the list of authorized visitors for Reno while he's in
ICU.”
The nurse nodded
again, “Not a problem, let me get the authorization paperwork.” She stood up
and went to a small metal filing cabinet under one of the counters. After a
moment of looking though she found what she wanted and closed it up. “Here we
go, all we need is the person's name, a copy of their ID and if possible a
color photo. Once it's complete we can issue a ICU keycard.”
Rude grunted in
acknowledgment as he continued to sign his name to the papers. He was almost
finished when Reno's bed was wheeled out of the assigned room, several nurses
as well as Elena was accompanying the gurney. Rude caught her by the arm before
she slipped past him. “Got your ID on you?” he asked.
“Yeah, why?” the
petite blonde asked as she watched the gurney vanish around the corner.
“Need to get a copy of
it before they give you an ICU keycard so you can visit the little redhead when
he's laid up.”
Elena handed over her
ID to the nurse, still looking in the direction of where the gurney vanished.
“What's going to happen from here?” she asked the nurse when she turned back
around.
The nurse glanced at
Rude first waiting for permission to divulge any information. Once she had it
she explained that Reno would be cleaned up then taken to ICU, from there the
doctor in charge of his case would take over the progress of his care.
“Little sister I know
you want to go sit with Reno, but right now you'd be shuffled off to a waiting
room until they get him settled. The best option for the moment is to come back
tomorrow when things are less chaotic,” Rude said as he draped an arm over
Elena's shoulders to guide her out of the emergency room. “Now, do you want to
go home or do you want to join me in cleaning up Reno's place and finding out
what caused all this trouble in the first place?”
Elena was torn; she
really wanted to stay with Reno but knew she was just going to be in the way.
Yet at the same time she wanted to know what had happened as well. Finally
logic won out over desire. Nodding she sighed. “Let's get down to the bottom of
this mess Rude. I don't want it to happen again.” Looking down at herself she
made a face. “I got a better idea, how about we get cleaned up, find something
to eat then get a good nights rest before we tackle Reno's apartment?”
“Sounds like a plan
little sister,” Rude agreed. “By the way, Shachou gave everyone two months
Administrative Leave with pay, so no need to worry about work till then. He
said it was to get our heads on straight again,” he said as he put an arm over
her shoulders to guide her out of the emergency room. “I'll drop you off at
your place then in the morning I'll come by to pick you up. We can visit the
little redhead then tackle his apartment. Deal?”
“Deal,” Elena said
with a weak smile.
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Once Reno arrived at
the assigned ICU room, a swarm of nurses descended upon his unconscious form.
He was stripped completely, including jewelry, which was placed in bags to be
put in the patient deposit box. He was scrubbed clean; head to toe then dried
off then transferred to the clean, dry bed. The nurses then connected the IVs
and the catheter as well as intubating him under the watchful eye of Doc
Jorgen. The reason for the intubation was so that a respirator could be
connected, allowing Reno's battered body to rest as mechanical means took care
of his body's functions. And after everything else was connected, the monitors
were attached. After everyone returned to their other duties, the room settled
into a peaceful quietness broken only by the steady beeps, the quiet hissing
and the soft humming of the machines.
Once Dr. Jorgen made
his rounds, he retreated to his office so that he could start the process of
contacting the needed specialists for the upcoming procedures. Top of his list
was several orthopedic bone and joint specialists followed by a reputable
plastic surgeon. Pulling all the x-rays out of their protective folders, he
lined them up on the lighted display box and started studying them. Of course
the bones in his torso would need to be taken care of first, his spine didn't
appear to be damaged, at least not from the angle he was looking at. The most
obvious breaks were the extremities, the lower leg and arms in particular,
though the upper legs and arms had their fair share as well.
The more he looked at the
x-rays and the MRI data, the slimmer Reno's chances were looking and the more
determined he was to see the little redhead back up and going again. Pulling
out a pad of paper he started scribbling away at a series of possible
itineraries for the next few days. He never planed anything farther out then 3
days, because everything could change in a matter of hours or minutes in his
profession.
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