Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?

[philosopher]

Who: Cooper and OPEN to hospital staff and patients
When: May 23 - 25
Where: a private room in SPGH's recovery ward
Summary: Since the doctors won't let him leave yet, Cooper's asked to share his room with flu patients.
Warnings: Buddhism and mild clairvoyance?
Notes: If you want your character to make a sudden recovery, shove them in this room and let Cooper chat them up for a while.


Dale Cooper was eager to leave the hospital. It wasn't that he wanted to be a difficult patient, but he believed the local doctors were being overly cautious when it came to his wounds. No one seemed to believe that he felt fit enough to check out of the hospital, let alone explore the city as he so wanted to do. But, compared to past injuries, an abdominal gunshot wound and a few broken ribs seemed mild. He was convinced he was well on his way to a full recovery and should already have returned to work.

If they weren't going to allow him to check out, though, then he insisted they wheel in a few extra beds to accommodate flu patients who needed the room more desperately than he did. So far, he had displayed complete immunity. Theoretically, this was because he was not consumed with guilt. Cooper wasn't sure how much he believed the assessment that this illness was connected with guilt, but he would operate is if it was correct. And he intended to greet his new roommates with compassion.

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[philosopher]

Cooper placed the square very carefully over the bullet wound. He didn't flinch, exactly, but his fingers twitched at the flash of pain caused by the applied pressure. A gunshot wound was small, but deep. It hurt to the core.

But he didn't stop there. With the bandage stuck in place, he secured it with the tape. Then he offered the roll back to Yosuke and nodded toward the supplies again. "Gauze?"

[inthejunk]

For a dude who said he could reach everything a second ago, this guy sure was lucky to have Yosuke at hand! He bounded over to the gauze, but realized his mistake quickly and strolled casually back with it, feigning indifference. Yep, he tapes up bullet holes all the time, no sweat.

"Gauze."

[philosopher]

"Thank you." Cooper sat forward, his movement slow. He feel several sharp internal pains as his muscles shifted and tightened. But his face was a mask of cool concentration. He unrolled the gauze, then began to wrap it; one, two, three, four times, five... until his torso was neatly and completely bandaged once more.

He offered the remaining gauze back to Yosuke. "You're an excellent assistant."

[inthejunk]

"Thanks. Just don't tell anyone, alright? I'm technically not allowed to assist in any medical procedures, and I'm not cleared for biohazards."

Judging by the way he grins when he says it, Yosuke doesn't find ignoring these rules in favor of doing something cool all that reprehensible.