2019-09-19 - Treat and Street

The ER Waiting room isn't too crazy. Yet. No nearly dead people getting rushed in. Just some whiny flu-symptomatic people, a broken finger or two. Minor things.

Kelsey hated hospitals, but she really couldn't deny the need for one for this stupid arm. She was good and even called an Uber for a ride instead of driving with one arm. She is sitting in the waiting room, reluctantly being drawn in to whatever kid show is on the TV in the other little section. She was here only for a check up. Bandage change, more pain meds hopefully. She's clad in a black tank top, ratty jeans and her hair is down- looking a little messy.

Joey has been sitting in the waiting room. Complaint: Laceration of the torso that should have gotten stitches hours ago. Why didn't he come sooner? Because the odds of him being a gung-ho moron making bad lifechoices trying to cowboy through this instead of getting help is in the ninety-five percentile. In the end he looks fucking tired, annoyed, and ready to go home. He remembers Kelsey though, with the arm and squints murmuring a "Hey."

Kelsey is started a little by the voice, lazily moving her eyes from the TV over towards Joey. Studying him for a moment. His laceration. "The hell'd you do Kelly?" She asks, relaxing into the chair, trying not to move too much. "...Hey." She adds in in an after thought. She's still on her pain meds. It makes her a little spacey!

Abby is wandering through in her light blue scrubs with daisies on them. And no blood on them. She stops by the desk, talks to one of the nurses doing triage there, then looks over her shoulder at the waiting room and nods, staring to walk over. "Hello," she offers with an amiable smile, first to Joey. "Are you - a doctor will be by to assess you soon. We have most of your information already but I need to get your vitals," she starts to say, but squints at him. "Just stay there, though." And then there's a pause. "Oh, you were teaching that class, weren't you?" And then her gaze pans to Kelsey, and she squints, then opens her eyes wide in another flash of recognition. "Hello."

Joey considers Kelsey's question drawling, "Eeeeh, I broke up a fight. Got cut." He won't say how, or why it happened, or who started what... but it DID stop! That's really the important part right?! not the part where bullets were involved. That means report and that's not happening. There's a grunt of 'yup' at having his personal information processed and whatnot. It doesn't stop him from quipping, "Well you can have em but if they're really taht vital I'm a need em back." Tired attempt at humor. He does confirm to Abby, "yeah I was runnin the class. Looks like that'll prolly be fairly regular. Town ain't gettin any nicer."

"No shit, you got cut." Kelsey shook her head. "Glad you're okay though." Her gaze drifted back to Abby when she approached and gave an upnod and a a fleeting smile. "Yeah -definitely take him first... my arm ain't gonna be getting any worse than it already is." She exhaled slowly as she shifted. Stifling a laugh as Joey's comment about the vitals. "It was a good class. You gonna go to it again?" The question posed to Abby.

The emergency department isn't usually Hailey's haunt, but... between the attending physician that just up and vanished a few weeks ago and her being the new kid, she just gets bounced this way. Lucky for her, the uniform is the same no matter where she is: pale blue scrubs, ponytail, lab coat, clipboard. Who's she here for? Is it Joey? She checks the clipboard with a quick (if harried) smile Abby's way, follows it up by going on over there. But she's not about to be all 'hi i'm doctor stevenson' and risk getting mobbed, so instead it's a more cautious, "Hi, your blood works better inside your body."

"Don't worry, your vitals will be returned to you safe and sound once you're discharged! Unless they're really interesting. We keep the real interesting ones in a gallon pickle jar in the break room," Abby informs Joey. Presumably she's joking, but she's got the same friendly tone as when discussing medical information and procedures to be followed. Small shallow lines are etched on her brow in a show of concern, though. "Just be careful next time you go around practicing what you're teaching." She gestures at Joey to stay still where he is.

"I think I might," she answers Kelsey's question with a smile and a slight eyebrow arch, "I hope it didn't aggravate your arm." There's another bright smile for Hailey as Abby hurries off and returns with a little cart full of stuff. Namely, stuff to take someone's blood pressure and assorted vitals and so on. She holds out a hand for Joey's arm to carefully slap a cuff on him.

Joey nods slowly to Kelsey. One eyebrow lifts watching the people move around and the one withthe clipboard getting nearer. "Well, I appreciate that." He does listen for Abby's answer but now? now he's being given sage advice. "Yeah, I heard somethin about that." Says he to Dr. Stevenson. The flicker of a wry grin turns into amusement as Abby puts the Kavorkian scarf(tm) on his arm and inflates it. His shirt is bloodied across the ribs on one side but spotty and not like his life blood is pouring out or any such. "Well it wasn't a wild animal." His classification for goblins apparently. "That's an improvement."

"Mm it did a little bit. But I learned some valuable info." Kelsey mused, glancing to her arm. It had hurt like a bitch when she got home but she just popped another pain pill and settled in. Then up towards Hailey. Giving her a little two-finger salute with her good hand. "Heya Doc." Then she settles in to watch Joey's vitals get taken. Nothing else interesting going on!

"Hi," answers Hailey to Kelsey without missing a beat, drumming up her pleasant smile - the one that's careful not to be too inviting, just socially correct. "Are you two together?" she asks of Joey and Kelsey. Then abruptly turns to Abby and re-asks the question without really giving them a chance to answer. "Are they together? Because I only have - well, I don't think this really counts as a chart." She shows the clipboard to Abby; it's clearly waiting for the vitals that are in the middle of being taken. "We should take that empty room before someone else does."

This is not how normal hospitals work. Because this is not a normal hospital. Because this is not a normal town.

Abby checks her watch, then glances at the small monitor displaying Joey's heartbeat. The cuff is still doing its thing, so she moves on over to Kelsey with a smile. "I take it this is just a check-up and you didn't get hurt worse during the class?" She starts to ask with a friendly smile, but her attention gets pulled back over to Hailey and she blinks. "Together?" Her face scrunches up only a little, and her eyes dart between Joey and Kelsey. "I.... oh! Oh. No. I mean, they came in separately. I wouldn't know the other thing."

Joey answers Hailey without missing a beat, "That's entirely up to her but after this I'm absolutely grabbing a cheeseburger alone or with company." He looks to Kelsey leaving the offer open to join him after but otherwise murmurs to them with a wave of his hand, "Yeah I mean I'll share. I have no illusions of privacy anywyas. They're just ribs."

"So long as you're buyin' the burgers Kelly." Kelsey adds in and nods to the doctors. "I don't care about sharing a room either. If it makes it easier - do it. I just need a dressing change and more pain meds." Mostly she cared about the medication, but the proper care and cleaning and all was probably important too.

"Ribs? I thought you said cheeseburg - oh." Look, Hailey works a lot of hours; this may well be the end of her shift, for all anyone in this room knows, so she's dragging ass till she can clock out and go home, okay? "Well, then, let's take that room?" HIPAA what?! "What happened to you?" Yes, she's still talking to Joey and Kelsey like they came in together and/or got hurt at the same time. But, honestly, the question is aimed more at Abby than those two: nurses always know everything. Also, she waves everyone over to some conveniently nearby room where getting resettled won't take a million poses.

Abby does, of course, make sure Joey remains quiet and seated until the little monitor chimes and she's got actual vitals to register. "There you go," the nurse says with a smile as she gets the cuff off and help him on his way, before adding in a lower voice to reassure the patients, just in case, even though they seem to be fine with the notion. "There are curtains." That said, she looks to Hailey again. "No, they came in separately. But they were both at that self-defense class I was talking about. And here's our very competent instructor, who apparently injured himself while... defending someone else, if I heard that right," she explains while guiding the two patients into the right room, offering a hand if one is needed.

"And Ms. Wade is here to check up on that arm injury, change the dressing, etc. She was in here last week for it," Abby adds with a gesture in Kelsey's direction.

Joey reasons to Kelsey, "Shit ribs don't sound too bad do they? I can make that happen, sure." He moves and sits where they want him to and reall he's moving a little stiff. The shirt comes off and there's bruising and a slice across his ribs that is imperfect and not life threatening. It's classified: Work inconvenient. "Backyard fight broke out. Caught on a thing sticking out. I mean I tried to glue it but, eh." He doesn't seem too worked up about it.

"Burgers AND Ribs." Kelsey agrees and then eyes Hailey for a momen before rising to her feet to follow along because, well, why not. She didn't want to spend all of her day in this place. SHe knows that Hailey is talking to Abby, but she volunteers anyway - "Miracle I still have the damn arm." Kelsey tacks on after Abby. It gonna look like it belongs on Frankenstein's Monster when the bandage comes off. And she's missing a couple fingers, but you know. At least she still has an arm. She sits in the extra bed, watching curiously. Because, you know, these things are interesting to her!

A backyard fight broke out, "At the self-defense class?" Hailey seems very impressed by this story, her eyes big with visions of self-defense-gone-wrong. "All right, well." She blinks herself back to the here-and-now, dragging a stool over and looking between Joey's ribs (which she's apparently willing to believe got 'caught on a thing sticking out' - though her brows knit for a second on that one, like rly?) and Kelsey's arm (which is impressively mangled, way to commit), then back around to Abby. "Divide and conquer? You pick, and I'll take the other one."

This right here is why privatized health care doesn't work.

While Hailey is doctoring Joey, Abby leads Kelsey to the extra bed then rolls in a little supply cart full of all necessary sundries, but her methodical preparations get interrupted to stare at Hailey. Blink. "Oh, no, there wasn't any fighting. Not real fighting. There was a lot of pretending to elbow people and kick them and stomp on them, but there was no fighting. This must've been outside the self-defense class," she helpfully informs the doctor, then crooks her nose and adds with a shrug. "Unless it was at /another/ self-defense class, I suppose."

"I pick?" Abby asks, then sidles up to Hailey. "I should probably do Ms. Wade's dressing. I'm not really supposed to do sutures." She loudly whispers that last bit. "In case that needs sutures. It looked like it might need sutures." But, not being the doctor, she holds her hands up to free herself of responsibility, snaps a quick wink at Hailey, and returns to Kelsey's side. "How are you feeling?" She starts by inspecting the dressing already in place.

Joey boggles at Hailey, "That was a couple nights ago. This was last night. People being dumb and broke ass patio funiture." Which would explain the sharp tear that's just uneven. Also it probably cna stand to be washed but at least it's not life threatening. Red, angry, bruised, meaty. That's life on Elm St. "I can't control drunk as fuck family members. I can only try to keep their dumb asses from getting arrested." Looking to Kelsey he winces with some slight discomfort as he's poked at. "Yeah ribs and burgers... that's happening."

"I'll be way better once I'm outta here. No offense or anything." Kelsey shrugged with her good arm. The dressing is in a sing and all very well done and tightly secured. "Uh. It ain't pretty under there? Just to give you a fair warning. " Hopefully Abby wasn't faint of heart! "I think it's been doing okay though...besides hurting like a bitch in general I don't think it's infected or nothin'." Hopefully. Because man she really doesn't like the idea of being one limb down.

She uses her good hand to give Joey a thumbs up. "Sounds like a plan." It'll be hilarious trying to watch her eat a rib with one hand.

Once she's got all the material out, gloves on, Abby leans back to add, glancing from Kelsey to Joey. "I could totally do sutures," she keeps her voice low, as if confessing to something she's not supposed to. Playfully. She offers Kelsey a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about me. I've probably seen worse. But thank you for the warning!" A big earnest smile gives way to a focused look, as she begins the methodical work of removing and replacing the dressing, all business. "Just let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?"

Hailey just keeps adding to the number of reasons she's eventually going to get fired and then sued, telling Abby cheerfully, "I wouldn't tell anyone if you did." With the sutures, she means. But okay, she's got this! A little wheely-tray gets dragged over, with all the stuff for cleaning up wounds - gunshot or otherwise. And she has on her latex gloves, so Joey gets told, "This is going to sting." So don't bother telling Hailey if it hurts; she already knows. "When was the last time you had a tetanus shot?" The question goes to the room collectively; ALL OF YOU!

Joey lets a slow, sly grin form on his face asking no one in particular, "Why it is that when I meet women they keep wanting to put holes in me. Why is this?!" Sting? HA! Yeah that's a fucking euphamisim. Still he's used to things stinging and hurting. hell he's had his cornerman have to cut him before. Winning fucking hurts. If it didn't everyone'd be doing it right? His lower eyelids pull up in a wince but that's the most of his complaint as he focuses on a fixed spot on the wall. Snitches get stitches, and people who keep their mouth sut apparently do too. Stitches all around! "Tetnus? I dunno. When I was a kid or somethin."

"I promise that this ain't gonna hurt at all like the pain from when it was happening." Kelsey assured Abby with a wry smile, though she does avert her gaze slightly when the dressing starts to be unwrapped. Clearly she wants to see as little as possible. She has a strong stomach and all but some things you just don't wanna look at! "Couple years ago." She answers Hailey without even having to think about it.

As Abby unwraps the arm, it's about as bad as could be imagined. Stitched all together like a rough and ragged patchwork quilt. Though the stitching itself is nice and neat. And even though it isn't pretty, at least it doesn't look infected!

"No, I should hope not," Abby says with a sympathetic smile for Kelsey. If she frowns at the sight of the injuries under the dressing, it's a rather flat clinical look, examining them for any signs of infection and to make sure the stitches are holding up. "Everything looks fine. You should be healing up nicely." She starts cleaning the area under the dressing with a delicate touch. "You're braver than me to show up at that class, though. Ow," she looks at her patient with a smile, turning to fetch supplies from the cart as she starts to reappl the dressing.

"Oh, I'm sure someone with a different specialty could tell you exactly why that keeps happening to you, Mister Kelly." Hailey shares this with a pleasant tone, while she stabs Joey with needles. One to numb him, one probably has antibiotics in it, the third one is a mystery (just for her?), and then there'll be stinging things that clean owies, plus many more stabs for stitches. "I'll page a psych consult to come and talk to you when we're done." Pausing, she glances over at Kelsey and Abby, scrunching up her nose. "We should have some sort of tetanus booster clinic. Like a flu shot clinic. But for tetanus. Did you really try to glue this yourself?"

Joey snickers and just lets her sew him up. "Naaaaah. I'm fine. Now." He pauses though looking at Kelsey's arm. Is he horrified? Well he's not grossed out. The eyebrow does go way the fuck up. "That...looks pretty bad ass. And not at all fucking comfortable. You get ribs and a burger for that one." Looking back to Doc. Stevenson he waves his other hand, "Just stab me with all teh things so I can go, it's fine." Though athe glue he looks down and blinks at his side, "Yeah I tried to super glue it but it wouldn't hold. Tore when I moved so I said fuck it I'll come in."

Abby finishes cleaning and redressing Kelsey's arm with the same quiet focus. Once that's done and she's checked in on the patient's comfort, she starts cleaning and tidying up her person and her surroundings. "At least you didn't try to staple it," she comments in Joey's direction with a grin, before rolling off to return the little cart to its provenance. Hopefully she's not giving him any ideas. She returns shortly after just to assist the doctor if any assistance is necessary. Or maybe just to stand around looking busy.

"Are you sure? We," probably, "have a very good psychiatrist on staff." Hailey needs a halo to polish sometimes, for delivering lines like that one, with a smiled lack of guile. Anyway, she also gets stitches going for Joey, stick-pull, stick-pull, it's fascinating stuff. And will eventually push back from her work, frowning at the tidy little row of stitches, concluding with a shrug. "Will you put a bandage on that for me, Abby? It's not my best work, but! When you get attacked by some thing sticking out of a fence..." Her eyes pass over Joey's briefly; SHE IS ON TO YOU, SIR.

Joey gives Hailey a dead stare. No he doesn't look like the type of person who talks about feelings and shit in the slightest. He corrects calmly, "Broke ass patio furniture." He's sticking to his story! Pausing he says, "Look I appreciate it but I'm not 8. People's just dumb sometimes." Like trying to shoot at him and not putting him down levels of dumb or maybe just being in the wrong business levels of dumb. Maybe all, but what he's thinking about right now: Foooooood. Bleeding a bunch makes a soul carniverous. "Well stapler ain't bad but you need them grabby staples or they just pop right on out again." He grins to Abby with amusement. "Stab me withthe tetanus thingie. I gotta go get this lady ribs and a burger. I promised." Promises are important, especially when we're talking interesting people and food!

Abby makes no comment on the presence or lack thereof of any psychiatrists on staff. While Hailey works on the stitches, she tidies up behind her, getting rid of discardable wrappers and cleaning up. When it seems the doctor is done, Abbey leans past her for a quick peek. "Sure, doctor!" Her mouth twists slightly to the side as the conversation turns towards fences and furniture. "I almost stabbed myself making salad yesterday," she contributes. "I wish I could've elbowed the knife in its soft parts, but I don't think it had any soft parts." Then she goes about the task of bandaging Joey's injury, with the same careful intensity as she did with Kelsey. Fortunately, it's much quicker. "Let me know if this pinches... and there you are!"

Did Abby stab Joey with the tetanus thingie? If not, Hailey will absolutely do that. But it would be better if Abby did it. Hailey might get a little too much enjoyment out of sticking people with needles sometimes. "Are you sure it wasn't just the knife becoming sentient and attacking you?" However that tetanus shot got accomplished, she makes sure to add it to Joey's paperwork. So his insurance has to pay for it. Or he does himself. Not her problem. "Apparently, that's a thing that happens. Patio furniture, pancakes, I'm sure kitchen knives will join the fray any day now." To Joey, she adds, "Enjoy the ribs, Mister Kelly." The ones they stitched? The ones he's going to eat? She fails to clarify.

Joey gives Hayley a look as one the wound is jagged and not clean, and two, becuse knives don't fly unless thrown. "I wasn't tripping balls. And the pancakes weren't teh problem." He does opt to get that tetanus shot back of the hip where there's less muscle because those arms would be uncomfortable for him. "If anything flies I'll get better dodging. Promise, Doc." He finishes getting patches up and gives Abby a wink. "I appreciate it. Holling down he grabs his coat and carefully puts it back on to not tear anything and checks with Kelsey to make sure she's ready to scoot. "Thanks Doc. Abbs. I'll keep you posted when next class is. Glad you could make it out."

"That didn't really look like a patio furniture wound," Abby says, with the quiet confidence of someone who's seen a few patio furniture wounds in her time. She finishes tidying up the cart Hailey had been working from, and stops to draw a breath, hands dropped to her hips. She approaches the door and peeks outside to make sure there no ongoing medical catastrophes are leaving the place short-staffed. "The class was fun."

Hailey writes more things, scribbles signature, shakes her head. "I'm pretty sure 'patio furniture' is code for 'nine millimeter.' But I guess the kind of person that goes to all the trouble of trying to super glue their own wounds closed probably doesn't want to talk to the police about their gunshot wounds." It doesn't stop her from looking at the way that Joey left, mind, sighing gustily. "I wish I could have gone." To the class. Not wherever it is that the 9mm gunfight happened. "If you go again, you should ask him to teach you how to defend against knife attacks. Sentient or otherwise."

Abby crinkles her nose and peers thoughtfully out the door. "No, I suppose not," she concurs. Looking back in Hailey's direction, she smiles. "There will be others. I'm not sure I learned that much, but you never know. And it's nice to have someone to practice with. And they had all kinds of helpful information and contacts and things like that, it seemed pretty well put together," the nurse says with a quiet smile, only to flinch at the thought of defending herself against knife attacks. "I think the secret is carrying a sword."

Hailey pats herself down, touching badges and pens and a phone and a stethoscope. "Where would you put it, though? You can't just walk around with one, can you?" Beat. "Well, probably you can in Washington State. But in the rest of the country..." She shakes her head, confident that swords aren't the answer to fighting against (possibly sentient) kitchen knives. Unspoken, while she leans back against some kind of cupboard or something, is the suggestion that they maybe just stay in this borrowed room till someone comes looking for them. It's a body-language thing: she seems permanent in this space. "Contacts for what? Because I'm not sure you want to be calling any contacts that guy," Mister Kelly, she points to the place where he'd been sitting, "gave you." With a snerky chuckle.

"You'd need a..." Abby waves down towards her hip, then mimics sticking a sword there. "Sheath?" She snaps her fingers once remembers the word. She's not in a hurry to head out yet, things being relatively quiet out there, so she remains standing, not far from the door, with her hands swinging loosely at her sides. "And it wasn't like that at all," she hastily tries to correct Hailey's impression of the scene. "The Police Captain was there, and they had contacts for the police, hot lines, counselors. It looked pretty legit. I may have missed the flyer with contacts for discreet back alley doctors and people who'll help you clean up the the evidence, though. It can't be harder than getting blood out of scrubs. "

Briefly, Hailey plays pretend with her pen, pocketing it - then unpocketing it - then pocketing it again. She's imagining the pen is a sword, see, and she's sheathing and unsheathing it, though it may be harder to tell since she keeps the noise she makes (a sort of whispered 'sheenk' sound) under her breath. After three times of this, she stops and puts the pen away for good, no more swordplay, Dr. Stevenson.

"That's always an awkward conversation, isn't it? 'Oh, never mind that, it's not my blood.'" While Hailey pulls her coat closed enough to hide a splatter on the edge of her top, making a show of putting it out of sight. "Anyway. I'm glad you had a good time. And that it wasn't as sketchy as it is in my head. You should sign up properly, become Abigail Reed, Nurse of Steel." The capital letters are totally writ large in her over-the-top tone.

Abby laughs quietly and rewards Hailey with a roll of her eyes. "It really wasn't sketchy at all, I promise." She touches a hand to her heart for emphasis. Then drops it to play with the contents of her pockets. "It was pretty much the usual starting stuff for this sort of thing. Well, the usual starting stuff once you get past the boring first class material and get down to the kicking and elbowing." And now it's time for Abby to show off her skills, elbowing and stomping an invisible assailant. And - yes, she's apparently biting off an imaginary person's ear while growling. "Etc," she finishes, looking friendly and innocent again! "I kinda went more to - I don't even know."

At the end of this performance, after folding her lips to keep a straight face, Hailey just has one question: "You're the patio furniture that attacked Mister Kelly, aren't you? That's what he's hiding. It wasn't a gunshot, it wasn't clumsiness, it was an attack by a feral Abby." She shakes her head, so seriously. "You better make sure you get a rabies shot, and probably one of those microchips, in case you get picked up and taken to the pound."

Abby doesn't laugh, but her grin is dancing right on the edge of it. It's a strain to keep her face serious. "If - that's if I was the patio furniture, he'd need a lot more stitches." And she's doing a super-hero pose, hands clenched into fists and resting on her hips. Chin up. Chest moderately out. "I didn't even hit anyone, just light touches with my elbow and stomping on the floor, honest." And then, in a lower voice, "Besides, it was full of cops. I'd never get away with it."

"Mmmyeah." Slowly, reluctantly, Hailey has to agree with the lack of 'getting away with it.' "You'll have to get some sort of super-villain disguise if you're going to keep up this alter ego. To fool the cops. I always liked the Joker's suit, with the purple." She pretends to straighten a tie that she's not wearing, then pushes up her cheeks to create a too-wide, Joker-style smile. Very bad impression time: "Why so serious!"

Stop doing that, Hailey. "I'm going next time," she decides abruptly. "If nothing else, for the exercise."

"I was going to go with Elise, you know, from here?" Here being the hospital, which she flails a hand at. "She couldn't make it, though. But they have you pair up with people to try different moves anyway. I never know how useful these things are, but I think it was worth it anyway," she continues with a quiet smile. "Next time I'll have to ask what to do if attacked by a horrible monster cat. Just stay out of the woods, I guess." She is joking. See the big goofy smile? And yet, there's an uncomfortably truthful undercurrent to it. "Or carry some ham sandwiches." Moving on, she points at Hailey. "You should."

Why Hailey should know this, "I heard her parents got murdered," is anyone's guess. But she does seem have that whole 'murder is fun to talk about!' issue, so probably that's where she picked up the tidbit. Anyway, she shakes her head about the idea of just staying out of the forest, sharing hurriedly, "Did you know there are actual fireflies in that forest?" Like actual fireflies are worth possibly getting eaten by a ham-sandwich-craving monster-cat.

Abby winces at the mention of murdered parents, and as she processes this she looks genuinely sorry for Elise, in sympathy. "Oh." And yet. "That's terrible," she says, but there's something perfunctory about it. It's how you're supposed to react.

"And actual mutant mountain lions," she adds, just in case it wasn't clear the first time, giving Hailey a small scowl mingling disbelief and disapproval. It doesn't last, though, shoulders slumping as a wistful sigh comes out. "I do like to go hiking. Well, I like to go walking in the woods, but hiking makes it sound more active and good for you and not like I'm trying to get eaten by a bear." It's a grudging admission, though. "I need bear mace."

"To go with your sword and your ham sandwiches?" Hailey bites the corner of her mouth so as not to grin too broadly. "Maybe, instead of a Joker suit, you need a Batman belt." She's just started to pull on the waist-band of her scrubs, when -

"Doctor Stevenson?"

With a big, deep breath, Hailey concludes, "They're playing my song." And tips her head toward the exit. Which she's about to use. "I'll see you, ahm, the next time I catch my breath, probably. Good luck, Abby Reed, Nurse of Steel." She touches her fingers to her forehead, a quick salute, and marches out to meet the next person she gets to stab with needles a bunch~