It really isn't worth trying to avoid these influxes, and I don't feel like wasting the effort.

Who's come by this time?



[ooc; Cam is season 3, I would prefer to minimize explicit spoilers on recent canon but she can forget whatever she needs to ;) Please no duplicates of housecast unless approved by the concerned muns. etc etc. backdating-friendly forever.]

Given the nature of today's curse, if you injure yourself at all, I'd strongly advise you to go to the hospital. Even a minor scrape or bruise can be deadly if the blood doesn't clot, and in some cases serious damage can be done by an injury that isn't even apparent-- internal bruising and bleeding are more difficult to detect, and therefore all the more serious.

[Hospital / Clinic / Assorted Medical Personnel Filter]

It seems to be the clotting factor that's affected, and introducing more into the deficient system doesn't seem to do anything. So far the best bet seems to be to physically staunch the bleeding as best we can, and order transfusions for those who've lost more fluids...

Unless anyone has found better options?

[Video for the hell of it]

Considering what I've heard about past years, I guess this isn't so bad.

Happy Halloween.



[ooc; do whatever, preferably no other Camerons, she can forget anything she has to |D ON A SIDE NOTE, regarding icons-- she has not been updated, never fear. She just dyed her hair for lulz & torment. TROLL THE NICE DOCTOR LADY]

[EDIT: out for a paaarty, troll boldly in my absence & I will get back to you <3]

[voice;]

[For a moment there is nothing but quiet panting, someone trying to catch their breath. When she speaks it's in a low tone, stumbling over words. She's clearly just this side of a full panic.]

I figured I'd be fine as long as I just stayed in today, but I guess someone figured out I was at home. Every now and then I can-- [She pauses, and if you listen closely you can hear a heavy pounding in the background.] Can hear them trying to get in. I keep hoping they'll get bored and give up on me but so far...

[Cameron laughs quietly, obviously on edge.]

Midnight can't come quick enough... and it's not even Halloween yet. Can't wait to see what that brings....





[ooc; IT'S A TRAP. come and save her, she will try to eat you, and given that she's been taking self-defense lessons she might have more of a shot than otherwise expected >D If you are okay with being bitten/eaten/killed and tossed in the fridge for later munching, please to let me know ♥ ALSO PLEASE FORGIVE LATE POSTING I HAD A TEST. SOB.]

I deal with death on a daily basis. That sounds awfully morbid, but it's true. What I do-- moreso than most doctors, maybe, I'm accustomed to it. We save a lot of people, figure things out at the very last moment; we lose people, too. Sometimes because we can't stop it; sometimes because we're asked to; sometimes due to mistakes, lapses in judgment. You don't get used to it. You get by. Try not to let it happen again. And talking about it doesn't help, not really.

I was a widow before most of my friends even thought about getting married; it wasn't sudden, it wasn't unexpected. I had time to prepare for loss; that didn't make it easier, in the end. You don't get used to it. Even now, what feels like a lifetime, what's certainly a world away, from time to time I'll see a smile that reminds me of his, and it still aches, dull and deep.

At first I thought it wasn't the same, here-- half the people out on the street have died, once or a dozen times, here or at home, and you can hardly tell the difference. It was a strange thought, that maybe what I did didn't matter-- that the stakes had changed and somehow life lost a little value. Things aren't always all right, even when we 'win'... Maybe someone would be better off cold but whole, rather than living on anti-rejection meds, living with a pacemaker or a lost limb. I don't know where you'd draw the line.

Then I was shot.

I wonder sometimes if it'd be easier if I could understand it. If I knew who it was. I know why; it wasn't like I was the only one cursed that day, and I guess that's why I'm still alive. Even so... I think about it more than I like to admit, double-locking the door the moment it's shut. Hearing the echo of footsteps in the hallway.

If nothing else, I understand why it isn't so different, even when people wake up the next morning.

I don't want to-- I don't talk about it, because I shouldn't let a curse have this kind of sway, that much power over the way I feel. It's irrational and stupid, and I should know better. I do know better, but right now I don't have a choice in the matter, I can't stop talking.


[ooc; mostly cursed to talk about her own death here, but also DEATH in general. <3]

[Accidental Video;]

[The view is wavering and poorly focused, the camera on her PDA just barely poking out from a pocket as Cameron walks down a clinic hallway. The lights are dimmed, the exam rooms on either side dark.]

Chase? [She's not bothering to hide the frustration in her tone. She's only here because he isn't answering his phone, even though he paged her. Even though she suspects it's likely some misguided game, the slim chance that it's an actual emergency is enough to lure her down to otherwise closed clinic.]


Here. [The answering voice, and the hope in it, is weak but audible. On the floor of one of the exam rooms, Chase has managed to elevate his leg with the help of a chair. The amount of blood soaking through his pants and pooling on the floor suggests this is a recent development.] C-Cameron? In here.


What is-- [The question dies with a gasp as she marches in upon the scene, shocked into a moment's pause before training, habit, takes over. The view shakes as she rushes to grab something off a countertop-- a bundle of gauze, something clean to apply pressure-- and kneels next to him, heedless of the mess.] What happened?


[He's been applying pressure himself, tie pulled off to make a crude tourniquet. A last resort move, but it's obvious he wouldn't have gotten far in this state. Shaky and sweating, pale as a ghost, he lets himself fall back as she takes over.]

Came off my bike when I was s-six. Severed... popliteal. [He twitches, swallowing hard to force his jaw into unclenching.] Would have called House. Didn't... think I had... time.


It just... opened up? [She doesn't look up at him, fingers shifting over his leg, trying to get a sense of the damage, pressing the gauze on top of his soaked trouser leg, unwilling to risk pulling or cutting it away, lest it make the damage worse. She presses as hard as she can, trying to keep the artery against the bone, above where she judges the break to be.]


It was Eden. For God's sake, Cameron. [He doesn't have much of a voice left, and still less colour in his face, words hissed through teeth that won't ungrit.] ...Help.


[Cameron doesn't reply, bending to peek between her fingers to see how much blood has seeped through. Too much. One hand still curled firmly around his leg to keep pressure, she reaches up to press her fingers against his wrist, feeling for his pulse.]

I'm calling the ER. [The camera view jostles as she shifts back, obscured by the shadow of her hand as Cameron reaches for the pocket it's sticking out of.] I can't staunch the bleeding, and you're hypovolemic. You need a transfusion, and I can't move you mys--

[The transmission cuts off midsentence as Cameron turns off the device, never noticing it was recording.]




[ooc; speech color = Chase, Cameron. all network replies will come after Chase is out of her hands and in more stable condition. ♥ ♥ ♥]

[AUDIO;]

Whoa...

[There's a long pause, and then some fumbling as she realizes she has an unfamiliar electronic thingy with her. Well, when in Rome.]

Um... Hello? Can anyone hear this?



[ooc; age reversed for the hell of it~ she's 19ish, idk. in college, but not married yet ♥ fffff will be slow while i finish making some more icons~]