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@delilah

Gordon had a reputation. One that put him in the ER more often than he cared to be here. You knew it was bad when the nurses knew you by name and they wanted to know why the ME had stitched you up a time or two. When you played with gangs and the mafia and drug cases, you tended to be in the hospital more times than out of it. Today was no exception. Gordon stared at the boring walls as he waited on the nurse to come in. The knife wound on his shoulder would no doubt need stitches. He still had pressure on it from where he’d been forced to wait in the waiting room for a while. It wasn’t the sterile needles or the pain that ever bugged him about hospitals it was what they reminded him of. No, it was much better to just relax and go with the flow.

Sighing he just pushed the wound to keep the bleeding from continuing. He felt a bit lightheaded but given the amount of blood he’d lost in the amount of time he’d sat in the waiting room. This was why coming in by ambulance had its perks but that wasn’t Gordon’s style. He was always the one to try and handle things on his own. He really should have followed the rules and waited on his partner but it wasn’t his style to wait on backup to get to him. Too bad Kung Foo was becoming a lost art, these knives hurt.

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This was not the first time she had encountered James Gordon this, however, would be the first time she had stitched him up, normally she was the one stuck behind the desk, but due the flu season they were a few nurses short, and since she was the last person hired it was her duty to pick a twelve and be on the floor. It had been a decent shift mostly just people with the flu, a few hearts cases peppered in, and then that lady who had a staple in her hand but had tried to lie and say she had just done it, then later confessed it had been her husband and he had done it three days ago. That one had been fun.

Throwing open the curtained off “room” for lack of better word, but that was typical in hospitals thankfully this place wasn’t like those older hospitals that had to put up privacy curtains out in the halls to serve as makeshift rooms. “And to think I almost made it through a shift without seeing you.” Tucking a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her hair as she logged into the computer system.“How much blood have lost?” She asked quickly typing in his information, before producing a blood pressure cuff from seemingly nowhere as well as an oxygen sensor, “That’s my sensor, don’t take it off.” Why everything wasn’t synced together Delilah would never understand but she did the best with the tools provided.

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@delilah

Gordon wasn’t exactly one to catch the flu. No he ended up here for more laceration injuries and gunshot wounds that he chose not to report. If Gordon spent too much time here hearing stories he would tear apart half the people’s significant others who came in. One of the several reasons he couldn’t do the job that the medical staff here did. When he caught sight of Delilah he smirked. “I missed my meeting last week. Didn’t you get the memo?” Okay so he was a wise ass.

He gave a look to Delilah and shrugged. “I don’t have a measuring cup to tell you. It’s just a scratch.” Well Gordon’s version of a scratch and nurse’s version of a scratch were probably not the same thing at all. Well the other alternative would to be in a body bag. Though that was something he’d done a time or two just for the sake of a case. He did his best to smile sweetly at her. “Do I look like I am here to make your job difficult?” He wasn’t going to yank the sensor off, he knew he was in no state to be walking around town.

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It would be a welcomed change of pace if Gordon came in complaining of a stuffy nose and not hemorrhaging blood all over her ER. The patients that Delilah couldn’t stomach were the ones were the significant other clammed up, when the other left the room when you knew that those wounds weren’t from falling down the stairs, or getting tripped up worse yet were the promises the abusive couples would make to one another one would apologize for hitting the other while the patient was getting a cast and had two black eyes, and a plethora of other injuries welcomed the abuser back with open arms. The hardest things to stomach usually involved kids or the elderly, actually just abuse in any format but watching it play out, again and again, was the hardest. “I must have missed that one. You want to explain to me how you got that scratch?” She smiled again.

Raising her brows, “I thought with as often as you come in here you might’ve memorized the script and thought ahead.” She shrugged pushing up the sleeves of her against uniform henley, nodding to herself as her brows raised further as she jotted down his blood pressure. “You feeling a little wonky?” His temperature was was good and so was his coloring, he was keeping pace with the conversation which led her to believe that his blood loss hadn’t been so bad, but she was starting to second guess herself. “You absolutely do.” She paused again, making a quick choice, she was going to take a little more blood from him, she had the sneaking suspicion that knife was less than sterile and she didn’t need him getting an infection from hell. “How about you let me look at your scratch, and I’ll put a memory bandage on it that will do a better job of compressing the wound, and I’m going to take a little blood sample, then I’ll get you started on an IV and give you a little extra blood?”