Jordan Heydon
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Patient[M:0]
You're the one that I need, I'm the one that you loathe.
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Post by Jordan Heydon on Sept 14, 2007 22:03:01 GMT -5
And Heave Jordan thought sarcastically as what felt like her entire body contracted on one colossal retch. The cardboard bowl she held in her clammy hands now smelt foul, the result of her expulsions throughout the ambulance ride. The kidney shaped bowl was taken from her hands and promptly disposed of, a new one shoved hurriedly into her hands as she coughed rather weakly. Sitting in the passengers seat in the back of the ambulance was Jon, if it was possible looking worse than Jordan at that point. She tried smiling reassuringly at him, albeit weakly, but the effort was destroyed as that tickle started again and she found her head bending automatically to the cardboard. “At least I won’t get fat.” She croaked out after the convulsions allowed her a moment to breath. A wave of dizziness swept her and Jordan lay back on the strapped in bed. She felt her brothers larger hand enclose her own as she closed her eyes, feeling exhaustion uncurl along her spine despite the nausea that was wreaking havoc in her abdomen.
Cool air swept over her as the back doors opened, fighting back still more dizziness as her trolley was manoeuvred out of the vehicle. Still with her eyes closed Jordan winced as they entered the brightly lit entrance of the hospital, the redness behind her eyeballs seeming particularly bright.
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Post by Meredith Grey on Sept 15, 2007 8:52:54 GMT -5
Meredith pager beeped, then again... and again. She jumped up and pulled her lab coat on. She ran down the hall, buttoning it as she went. Her blonde hair flying.
A nurse handed her a clipboard and she nodded, still running to the stretcher. She stopped and looked down then started walking sideways beside it while quickly skimming the file.
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Jordan Heydon
New Member
Patient[M:0]
You're the one that I need, I'm the one that you loathe.
Posts: 4
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Post by Jordan Heydon on Sept 15, 2007 19:23:26 GMT -5
The lights behind her close lids would get lighter than darker as the florescent bulbs passed overhead. Jordan’s upper teeth clamped down on her lower lip and she whimpered, “Jon?” She asked, her hand questing out. Immediately his warm one enveloped hers and she squeezed his tight. Immediately another cardboard bowl was shoved onto her chest and leaning up she emptied naught but stomach acid into its basin. She coughed dryly, she was so thirsty and she just wanted to sleep. She leaned back into the stretcher, pausing for a second before to be certain the convulsions had left off at least for a few minutes again. She groaned as pain clenched her abdomen, this was not her day.
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Post by Meredith Grey on Sept 23, 2007 11:16:28 GMT -5
((What's wrong with her?)) Meredith kept reading the file. She put her hand on the girl's shoulder. You'll be alright. She said before taking her hand back. Let's get her down to Emergancy Room 3. She called to the other doctors. Her legs crossed over one another neatly as she kept herself near the stretcher, running sideways. [/sub]
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