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Post by Rowan McKinley on Mar 10, 2009 18:52:26 GMT -5
{tag Trent}
Wandering along the sidewalk, Rowan turned another page of her comic book, grinning with satisfaction as Jean Grey defeated yet another foe. She never admitted it but she had always harboured a secret wish that she could be like her comic book hero, able to control anything she liked with her mind. Things would be so much less complicated if she had superpowers, although it would certainly complicate things in other ways. She couldn’t imagine having such a Clark Kent lifestyle, not even being able to tell Trent about her secret. She told him almost everything. It was strange that they had become so close, he was hardly the type of person she would have expected to become friends with, despite their shared interests. He was so flighty, always jumping from idea to idea almost too quickly for her to keep up. She did, however, and she found the theories and concepts he came up with fascinating. It was rare that she found someone so interesting and to have her intelligence challenged without being treated as though she was some kind of freak was wonderfully refreshing.
It was a rainy day and although she carried an umbrella, she couldn’t wait for the moment when she could tuck away her comic and umbrella, throw back her hood and simply let the rain soak her hair. It had been so long since she had had the chance and now that she was finally out of work and on her way home, she was going to take advantage of the opportunity. Passing the museum, she looked up, checking as always to see what the latest exhibits were, her eyes scanning the posters quickly before a familiar out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Grinning, she turned slightly, recognising the ‘trentcoat’ as she often called it before seeing Trent’s welcome face.
“Trent!” she called, waving to him across the street and stuffing her comic into her bag with her spare hand as she turned to cross the road. It had been a day or two since she had last seen him, work being so hectic she had barely been able to leave the library, and she was glad to see him, she had missed his infectious grin keeping her sane when the seniors got out of line. Jogging out onto the road, she heard a screech of tires and turned just in time to see a black SUV skidding towards her. The next moments were a blur as the vehicle made contact, sending her flying, and the last thing she saw was the ground speeding towards her before darkness settled over her and she drifted into unconsciousness.
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Trent Adams
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Post by Trent Adams on Mar 11, 2009 20:16:01 GMT -5
Trent had spent a rather joyful day in the excuse of a museum that Forks hosted. In reality it was nothing more than a large house with odds and curiosities displayed in glass cases that had long since forgotten to be shined. However, despite this, he did so love to go visit every now and then, seeing the old sometimes helped to refresh the new; seeing how Edison had first gotten the light bulb to work without burning out or running out of steam helped him remember the basics that sometimes flew out of his mind in favour of ever complex string theory.
He stepped out of the rather battered looking double doors, raising his hand in a half wave to the poor receptionist who sat there day after day – the place closed when she took a holiday – and looked up and down the street. A few moments later, as his quiff began to flatter to his forehead, he realised that it was raining, and he pulled his trench coat tighter around him, sticking his hands into the pockets of his trouser pockets underneath. His light refraction experiment that he had been working on since before he had even met Rowan was now almost at an end and he was beginning to get impatient for the results. He was sure he was right, but even so… until he could prove it with results he must distract himself.
As he began to walk aimlessly, his whizzing thoughts turned to the redhead that he spent such a lot of his time with these days. He appreciated her heart, her honesty and her own positive reception of his sometimes inconceivable experiments. He also liked the way that she smiled and how her hair changed colour depending on the subtlest of changes in the RGB qualities of light density. He pursed his lips a little, not being familiar with this strange sense of loss that he felt when he didn’t have her hand in his, or when she wasn’t there for him to give a delighted hug to when he felt jubilant. A bright grin immediately transformed his expression, therefore, when he heard the tinkering tones of the redhead of his thoughts and he jobbed over to the pavement, waving herself.
“Rowan!” he called, his tone delighted as his large brown eyes checked for the traffic that she should have been concerned with. He immediately saw the danger, his quick brain having already worked out that the stopping distance was too small to be safe and he leapt forward, his heart suddenly in his throat. His arm shot forward. “Rowan! Nooo!”
His breathing now ragged as he feared the worst, he leapt out into the middle of the street only to be pushed back by the speeding SUV. That didn’t stop him, though, and only a few seconds later he was by her prone side, his brows crammed together into an intense frown. By this time others had begun to approach, one man crouching down with him, who began to try to straighten her up. “No!” Trent snapped, sounding unusually fierce and authoritative. He had already worked out the likelihood of broken bones and exposed nerves based on average bone density, the velocity of the SUV, air resistance… but he didn’t have all the variables. He couldn’t make the equation perfect, and in times of stress this only agitated him more. The man backed away, his hands raised, though he did do something useful by calling the emergency services.
Whilst he waited for the ambulance to arrive, Trent remained at the redhead’s side, his stomach turning uncomfortably. He removed his trench coat and lay it over her body to protect it from the falling rain - she never wore appropriate clothing for the Forks weather – and he bent his head over her, pressing one hand to his face as he got emotional. With the other hand he took one of her little, frail ones, having worked out that damage caused by moving that body part would be negligible, considering… the rest.
The rest of the world whizzed on by in storm clouds and curious glances – who could resist a car wreck? But for Trent and Rowan it froze, every breath took an eternity. He didn’t like that he could see every breath billowing out from her nose, it meant she was cold and he removed his suit jacket, being careful not to jostle her neck at all, and shifted it underneath her in the hopes that it would provide support. By the time the ambulance finally arrived, Trent’s blue shirt was soaked through, as were his other garments that lay around Rowan’s person. He somehow managed to force himself to stand back from the woman that he… cared about, to allow the EMTs sort her out, reclaiming his coat and jacket and stuffing them under his arm as he followed her stretcher into the truck.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Mar 12, 2009 21:42:47 GMT -5
Laurence jogged his way over to the ambulance bay as he heard they were bringing in a trauma victim. MVA, car versus pedestrian, hit and run. It was terrible to see cases like these, and he was pretty sure Forks wasn’t modernized enough to have traffic cams to go back to see who the driver was later. The pedestrians didn’t often fare well when being hit by a car and this driver could be getting away with murder.
The ambulance pulled up to the bay and the doors swung open, a paramedic jumping out the back while the other got out of the drivers seat. They began giving Laurence the rundown of her vitals and current condition. Unconscious at the scene and hadn’t woken up on the trip over. The vitals were currently stable, but she had lost a bit of blood so had been started on an IV drip on the way over to replenish her fluids. Laurence signed off on their chart and took over the case, wheeling the patient to the first available trauma area. Putting the breaks on the stretcher he stopped it so he could work. Flashing his penlight into the eyes, still equal round and reactive to light, that was a good sign that there wasn’t too much swelling in the brain, at least at this point.
Laurence began his rapid trauma assessment, she was still breathing on her own and had an open airway but he hooked her up to the oxygen in the room to aid her breathing and increase the concentration of oxygen she received compared to room air. He immediately noticed the head wound, the paramedics had gotten it to stop bleeding on the way over but she’d need to be taken for a CT to check for bleeding. The bruises on her sides indicated possible broken ribs as well. Now he had to see if he could wake her up and be ready with pain medication for when she did regain consciousness. “Ma’am can you hear me? You’re in a hospital, my name is Doctor Chambers”
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Post by Rowan McKinley on Mar 21, 2009 8:56:24 GMT -5
Rowan couldn’t remember going to sleep, and as she began to wake up she couldn’t escape the confusion that was making her mind whirl. She remembered seeing Trent, something black flying toward her and then nothing. Her journey home, the rest of the day, none of it existed in her memory and she wondered how she could have gone through an entire evening without the slightest remembrance of what had occurred. Now, there was someone speaking to her, an odd occurrence if ever there was one. What was a stranger doing in her bedroom? And why was he calling her ‘ma’am’? Gradually, the remainder of what he had said sank in and her mind began to put it all together. A hospital. But surely that would mean something bad had happened.
Almost as soon as the thought popped into her mind, her senses seemed to wake up and the pain set in, every inch of her feeling as though she had been run through a food processor. Whimpering slightly, her fists clenched as she tried not to cry, she opened her eyes, squinting against the light. “Trent?” she asked quietly, wondering where he was. “What happened? Where is he?” she rambled, her voice rising hysterically as she tried to push herself up off the bed, panic setting in. She couldn’t remember seeing him after she had waved to him. What if he had been hurt too, or worse? Sobbing, she fell back onto the bed, the movements causing sharp pains to shoot through every part of her body. “What happened?” she asked again, turning her head and forcing her eyes to focus on the doctor beside her. “Why do I hurt so much?”
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Trent Adams
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Post by Trent Adams on Mar 26, 2009 18:32:20 GMT -5
Trent followed Rowan helplessly, watching the EMTs do their work without being able to help whatsoever. This was completely and utterly out of his control, and it was a feeling that he did not like. One of the best things about being a scientist was that it was controlled, there were equations and they provided answers, where equations didn’t provide the correct answers there was another equation to explain it. Trent could break down life into sequences of numbers and algebraic formulae, but he couldn’t reason the variables. In this instance it was a vehicle weighing around 3500lbs travelling at around 30mph; how did she stand a chance against that?
He watched as she was wheeled out and rushed through into the trauma area of the hospital whilst he was forced to linger in the reception. He quickly threw his jacket and coat back over his wet shirt and looked at the queue of people waiting to see the receptionist, it was long. He threw his hands up to his head, raking his spindly fingers through his damp hair and making it stand on end. His dark eyes raked the room he was in and lit up as he saw another nurse making her way out of one of the rooms. Without a second thought he jogged over to the woman and gave her a wide eyed look.
“Excuse me, a Rowan McKinley was just brought in… hit and run… I was there when the ambulance brought her in – can I?”
He didn’t finish the sentence, hoping that it would lend some more validity to his unrehearsed concern. The nurse looked up at him and nodded a little, telling him that he should go through the room she had just emerged from. Trent thanked her kindly, glad that he had escaped the questions and checks that the official desk nurse would no doubt have asked. He knew that he needed to be with Rowan right now, to help her through the injuries, even if sentimentality and empathy were not his strong suits. Over the last while Trent had become incredibly drawn to the little redhead, he missed her when she wasn’t there to speak his mind to – he didn’t think he would be able to bear it to lose her.
He glanced once at the wide swing doors before jogging through them without a second thought. He skidded to a halt on his Converse as he saw the doctor still working with his little redhead, not wanting to interrupt a vital part of his exam. But she was awake; he couldn’t hear what she was saying from where he was stood, but at least it was something.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Apr 15, 2009 16:15:54 GMT -5
Laurence watched as the woman’s eyelids fluttered open, glad to see that at least she was regaining consciousness. She was a little disoriented but appeared to at least be able to think coherently. “You were involved in an accident, hit by a car. You’ve been brought to the hospital, can you tell me your name?” he asked her as he reached behind her head to check her neck for signs of injury before removing the neck brace once he felt she was cleared of spinal cord trauma.
“Try not to move too much, you’ve broken a few ribs and probably have a concussion as well. Are you experiencing pain anywhere else?” He asked her, having gone by her outward bruises to make his initial assessment but knowing he couldn’t rule out other problems.
Laurence glanced over his shoulder as he heard someone else enter the room, if it was another nurse he was going to tell them to call down to radiology, but instead he saw a man looking rather concerned. “Are you Trent?” he asked. “She’s been asking for you…you can come over to her other side if you like, try to keep her calm” He said knowing that a friendly face could do wonders to help patients recovery and also might help her stay still while he figured out the extent of her injuries.
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Trent Adams
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Post by Trent Adams on May 17, 2009 20:22:00 GMT -5
“That’s me,” Trent uttered in response to the doctor’s question, one hand rising to his face to swipe away a stream of rainwater that was falling there. It was, indeed, sobering to see someone he cared about lying there so fragile and broken. Although he was not usually that sentimental, he could feel himself connecting with this incident in a way that he had not done that much in the past. “She asked for me?”
At the doctor’s behest he stepped forward, his damp Converse squeaking a little on the floor, though he didn’t notice that. He looked down at the redhead, a small grin on his face, a shadow of the goofy expression he normally wore around her – she was very good at evoking that particular reaction from him. He extended his hand out and lay it on the closest of Rowan’s. Physical contact between them had not been a rarity at any point in their relationship – the first time had had met her he had hugged her, and holding hands with those that he was close to was not unusual for Trent. It was an odd combination, really; he didn’t really understand or explore his emotional feelings and well being that often, but in certain characteristics of his they showed through.
“Rowan,” he said softly. “I’m here. I’m here for you now.” He longed to be able to say that he would save her, that he could confidently assert authority over her well-being and guarantee her well-being, but… he couldn’t. He wasn’t the right kind of doctor for that and though he tried to learn about everything at his disposal, physical medicine wasn’t something that could be excelled in by just studying theory. Even so, he couldn’t stop his natural student tendencies from shining through, watching the blond doctor’s motions as he checked the redhead for injuries.
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Post by Rowan McKinley on May 18, 2009 17:19:06 GMT -5
Rowan frowned slightly as the doctor spoke, the fog in her brain making it hard to absorb the explanation he was giving her. Everything was a blur after stepping off the sidewalk but she was finally able to start putting the pieces into place, even if it felt like she was trying to put a rope through the eye of a needle with the dexterity of a two-year-old. “A car?” she murmured, half to herself as she tried to force herself to remember. That must have been what the black thing was that had approached her so quickly, the last thing she remembered with any sort of clarity.
She was dragged gradually back to the present as the doctor continued speaking to her, and she frowned once more, trying to register the words she knew made perfect sense. “My name” she mumbled as he raised her head, wincing as the motion seemed to cause her brain to wobble around inside the frail casing her skull seemed to have become. “Rowan...ummmm” she stopped, the last word escaping her for a moment as he described her injuries. It was no wonder she felt so mangled if his analysis was correct. As small as she was, if she had been hit by a car, she was lucky it wasn’t worse. “McKinley” she finished at last, her brain processes finally catching up slightly, though he was already finished asking the next question by the time she had finished speaking.
Her eyes welled once more as she looked up at the young doctor, frustrated that she couldn’t seem to keep up with such a simple course of questions. The mist that was shrouding her thoughts was so thick, so impenetrable that she could barely manage to make sense of him at all, though she desperately wanted to be of use. “I...I don’t know” she said softly, her voice breaking as she began to cry once more, unable to distinguish one mass of pain from the next. “I just hurt everywhere.” She recognised the tone in her voice with some disdain, remembering the last time she had her herself using it. She had been seven and had fallen down the steps of the observatory. Her father had asked her the same questions as this doctor and she had given almost the same answer, her voice quivering as she had clung desperately to him for comfort. She could remember it vividly, it had been a Wednesday night, mid-summer...She stopped herself sharply as she realised her mind was wandering far away from where it should be, unsure why an event over twenty years ago should be clearer in her memory than one that had happened only hours, if not minutes, earlier.
As the doctor turned away from her, she followed the motion, her heart leaping with joy as she saw Trent enter the room, more relieved than she could ever remember feeling to see that he was alright. She began to push herself upright once more, quickly giving up as the pain in her ribs reminded her of her injuries and lowering herself back onto the bed slowly, watching intently as he approached the bed, determined not to take her eyes off him for fear she might find herself alone in the strange room again. Glancing down as he rested his hand on hers, she curled her fingers carefully around his, grateful for the small gesture. Such tiny displays had always been an integral part of their friendship but at the moment the minute touch meant the world to her. It gave some modicum of order to the chaos that was whirling around her.
Her eyes returned to his face and she mirrored the smile he gave her with a faint one of her own, even the slight curve of her lips seeming painful, though she was sure it had more to do with the headache that was pounding in her brain than any actual injury. She was about to speak, or at least thought she was, though she could no longer be sure just how long it was taking between her brain deciding to do anything and her body actual performing the function she instructed it to, when she heard Trent’s unusually soft voice breaking through the stupor that appeared to settle over her whenever she wasn’t actively focusing on something.
Staring up at him, she felt the relative calm of the blank expression on her face begin to crumple, her fingers tightening further around his as she broke down, the shock of what had happened finally hitting her with as much force as the SUV that had ploughed into her. Closing her eyes against the bright fluorescent lights above her, she raised a hand to her forehead as she sobbed, willing herself to stay still, the slight motions of her shoulders sending stabbing pains through her chest and skull. She longed to explain why she was crying, why his presence was so incredibly important to her but, in truth, she couldn’t even explain it to herself. She only knew that the fact that he was here with her was, for some reason, infinitely more vital than any ridiculously mundane question the doctor could be asking her, no matter how well-meaning the interrogation was.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Jun 8, 2009 21:46:38 GMT -5
Laurence nodded as Trent acknowledged that he was the man that his patient had been asking for. It would help the girl to have a friendly face, it would keep her calm which would keep down her heart rate and blood pressure as well as possibly ease with her pain and anxiety over the stressful situation. “Yes, she was asking for you, or thinking you were here”
Laurie appreciated that while moving to Rowan’s side, Trent did give him room to work as well, staying out of the way. Some visitors crowded around the patients so much that it was impossible for him to do his job. But Trent didn’t get in the way, so Laurence would allow him to stay back here.
Laurence paid close attention as the girl recalled her name. It was good that the accident hadn’t affected her memory or any brain functions. He knew she’d be in some pain but everything should be fixable. He could see that his questions were just frustrating her, obviously this was a lot for her to handle at once. “Its okay” He told her as she wasn’t able to determine the location of her injury. “I promise you I’ll take good care of you”
He allowed Rowan to focus her attention on Trent while he further evaluated her injuries. After a few moments he had the pain medication ready but he had to be sure it wouldn’t cause an adverse reaction. “Rowan, are you allergic to any medications, or taking anything?”
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Post by Trent Adams on Sept 7, 2009 7:15:20 GMT -5
Trent simply nodded in response to the doctor’s confirmation that Rowan was asking for him. He honestly didn’t mind being there for the redhead and, somewhere in his head or possibly his heart, he knew that he would always try to be there for her in whatever way he could be. It was an interesting development to have happened for in his past the relationships that he developed tended to be a little hit or miss; he would be just as close to those that he liked, but once proximity was removed he found the bond of the relationship easy to break. Not so with Rowan.
Keeping half a close eye on what the blonde doctor was doing in order to ensure that he didn’t get in the way of the professional, Trent focused the rest of his attention on the injured girl. An atypical sympathy passed through him as he gazed sombrely at her mangled state. Still, it could have been worse and he knew that he ought not display his concern to the patient – she needed to be reassured. That was where the quirky grin of his came into play, which he flashed to her as her eyes caught with his.
Once again he stood back as the doctor promised to take good care of his friend and asked about pain medication. He was a little caught off guard by the sudden outburst of sobs coming from the injured redhead. She had made him more comfortable with the full complement of human emotions in a very short time, but sudden onslaught of grief was not one of them. He knew that if he was in this situation then he would want to be alone, until he could show a poker face back to the world, but then she had asked for him to be there. He froze, poised at her bedside with his hand on hers, unsure of the appropriate action, with a sudden yearning for a book of equations to solve.
“It’s okay,” he said, unsurely, bedside manner entirely lacking beyond the statement that he had made earlier. Usual protocol would be a comforting hug… out of the question. “I’ll be here for you,” he reasserted, giving her a squeeze on her hand. His dark eyes flicked to the doctor once more as he asked the patient about any allergies or medications. Ah, that was easier, he could think over the few months that they had known each other, analyse whether she had mentioned or displayed any sign of either, but, of course, he couldn’t give the answer – it did keep a part of his brain occupied, though, in this sudden, unaccustomed emotional development.
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