[No Time For Confusion][Open!]

[Abigale Lauren Fisher]

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I would have loved to be somebody else I’ve cut myself and prayed for death This is unreal, I realize, we’re too young for regrets I gave it up, I gave it up, hard to deny I would have loved to feel merciful grace I’ve drunk from the cup, fell on my knees I’ve whipped myself, apologized, we’re too young for regrets I gave it up, gave it up, hard to deny This is it this time, I should say I had enough It’s better to dream than live and deny Would you believe if I swear, if I swear We’re spoiling hope bleeding the lies We’re way too numb to feel alive Would you believe if I swear, if I... Can’t you read between the lines We’re screaming love without a cry would you?

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It was good that everyone that worked in the infirmary was a quick learner.

She hadn't known how to hook up an iv or find veins before this. She was pretty sure that she could pass a nursing exam with ease now, though. This was a literal nightmare, everyone sick enough that there really was no predicting the symptoms. And because they didn't know what it was, they didn't know how to fix it. Everyone was just stuck sick, and all they could do was treat the symptoms.

That was what she was doing now, in the stock room, prepping for medicine runs. There were pills for those who could take them, liquid for those who couldn't, and for those who were hooked to the ivs because they couldn't swallow without vomiting, there was the injections. Seven of those... Two more than the day before, not really a good sign at all. She let out a sigh, pulling down all the bottles that they'd need and setting them on the plastic tray that they'd started using to transport the stuff. Then she reached up into the cabinet and got the vials for the syringes, placing those on the tray with the careful clink of the glass.

Next was the needles. She shuddered - she'd never been a fan of them herself, but here she was, sticking them in other people. Like an idiot, she reached into the box and pulled a handful out, counting six. One more, she thought, and reached without looking at the box. Needless to say, she somehow managed to not only dislodge the box from it's place, but to jab herself in the hand with the one that she'd been trying to grab. She managed to suppress her yelp of pain, though the crash of the box was bound to attract someone. along with the fact that her trying to catch it had knocked down two of the plastic bottles of pills. .

With all the guts she could manage, she withdrew the needle from her palm, frowning at the amount of blood that welled up. She needed more iron, by the looks of it. Anemia wouldn't be good for her, not now. A few tissues took care of the blood, and like a good little nurse, she threw away the needle. Once her hand was bandaged and not bleeding through, she got down to start picking up her mess, one syringe at a time. and then she'd have to start on the pills that had come out of the bottle that had popped open. Leave it to her to screw up something so simple as grabbing the medicine.
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Tagged: Max!
Listening To: No Time For Confusion!
Outfit: HERE!
Muse: Good!
Notes: <3
Credits: Lyrics (c)Your Favorite Enemies. Template by me!
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[Amadi Dumisani]

If there was anywhere in particular that Amadi wanted to be, it would have definitely been 'not here'.

He was used to seeing the injured and the dying. He could watch with no emotion as a leg was blown off or a stomach coming out of a gash in a man's abdomen. He could set bones in place and poke them back into the skin without blinking an eye and on a few occasions he had had to sew his own flesh back together like a rip in cloth. But sick people...that was a largely unknown and mysterious territory to him that he never enjoyed venturing into. There was something so...grimy about illness. Like a lurking monster waiting to attack him at it's weakest.


However, with his left cheek ripped open the way it was, like a model for dental students to open the flaps and study the jaw structure there, he found he didn't really have that much choice but to go to the infirmary and, if not fix it himself, then at least find some damn person to sew it up so he could eat tonight. Besides, he had the horrible feeling that if he left it like this some of the campers would find it fun to play with the flaps.

Oh, and infection. Infection was also bad. Maybe they had more of that ambrosia stuff he'd had when he first arrived. That seemed to work ridiculously well. Though Amadi was hesitant to dose himself, he'd heard what happened to demigods who ate too much and he didn't fancy the thought of becoming dust.

[Abigale Lauren Fisher]

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I would have loved to be somebody else I’ve cut myself and prayed for death This is unreal, I realize, we’re too young for regrets I gave it up, I gave it up, hard to deny I would have loved to feel merciful grace I’ve drunk from the cup, fell on my knees I’ve whipped myself, apologized, we’re too young for regrets I gave it up, gave it up, hard to deny This is it this time, I should say I had enough It’s better to dream than live and deny Would you believe if I swear, if I swear We’re spoiling hope bleeding the lies We’re way too numb to feel alive Would you believe if I swear, if I... Can’t you read between the lines We’re screaming love without a cry would you?

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Footsteps around the corner alerted her to the presence of someone else. They were light, very light, and had she not been expecting someone to come yell at her for taking so long, she probably wouldn't have noticed them. She scrambled to get the rest of the pills into the bottle, jumping off the ground and making it look as though her little oops had never happened. The steps passed by the door, and she frowned for half a second. Picking up the tray, she made her way back into the main portion of the infirmary, handing off the tray and turning back around so that she could find out who had walked past the door.

"Hello?"[/b] She called down the hallway, feeling for some reason (perhaps it was her incredibly weak precognition... maybe if she told Chiron about it, he could train her and she'd get better at it. For the time being, it was just things like this - feelings) that someone needed some sort of attention. She pulled her hair over her shoulder, ignoring the ache that her hand gave. She must have pierced a nerve. Honestly, though, she'd had much worse (hadn't they all?) and wasn't particularly bothered by this. Overworked and chilled, Abigale pulled her wool wrap around her tighter, listening for a response.

She hadn't imagined it, had she?
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Tagged: Amadi!
Listening To: On The Wing!
Outfit: HERE!
Muse: Good!
Notes: Yay fun!
Credits: Lyrics (c)Your Favorite Enemies. Template by me!
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[Amadi Dumisani]

Before he could really think about it Amadi opened his mouth to reply, only to be sharply reminded that-- oh yeah-- his cheek was split in half. A cry escaped from him and right after that another one almost did, but he was ready for this one and kept his mouth tightly shut. His hand flew to his cheek, barely stopping before he slapped the wound and sent yet another jolt of pain through his face. Stupid freaking hellhound. This was going to make eating difficult.

Striding forward down the hall towards where he heard the voice coming from, Amadi tried to mask the pain with a scowl of annoyance. It was...less effective then he liked, mostly because contorting his mouth into any new shape just encouraged more pain. Stupid, useless...he should have paid more attention to his surroundings and less attention to his daydreams.

Rounding the corner he saw a blonde girl with a tray. Hoping she'd be of some use, his pointed to his cheek silently.



[glow=red,2,300]Notes: stupid small children being annoying next to me, so this is shorter than it would normally be
Amadi and his outfit: click[/glow]