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[badlucktwin.livejournal.com]

Who: Bridget and Damon
When: After he reports back to work for the day
Where: Infirmary
What: Returning?
Rating: Not really bad as of yet?

The blond hurried his way to the infirmary.  He wasn't about to pass out, which was a good thing.  The small British teen ran down the corridors in his Keds trying to get there as fast as possible.  He knew that the head nurse wouldn't like him missing.  Not to mention the new doctor...yeah that man was nice.  A slight blush appeared on the eighteen year old's face as he thought of the man.  He knew it was a crush, even if it was a slight one.

Bridget swung open the door and skid to a stop, ready for action!  His job...as much as he loathed it.

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[dr-damon.livejournal.com]

Damon, along with his team, was busy with a patient who had just come in with a deep stab wound. Damon turned quickly to see who had entered, "Oh good. Bridget. I could really use your help over here." He said as he shooed away a nurse that was more experienced than Bridget. "I need to keep the suction here, keep the wound clean." He requested politely.

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"U-Uh...okay?" He he blinked and did as was requested. It was a little strange to help with something such as this. The blood wasn't getting to him as much as it used to when he first started. He had learned to deal with it, trying to not look at it as hurting the poor inmate, he looked up to see the grimace on the patient's face.

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Damon pointed the instrument in Bridget's hand to where he wanted the suction, "Keep it there," He instructed and knowing Bridget probably never done this before, he added, "Now pay close attention. When I tell you suction and point that's where I want you put it alright?" He continued cleaning up the inmate and he clamped an artery.

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He did so, nodding with all the directions. His coloring was a bit off as he watched the inmate being cleaned. With the suction in place he finally looked at the doctor for a brief second. The man was nice to look at as always, Bridget looked away promptly to keep going with the cleansing of the poor victim. Though, in the back of his mind, Bridget wondered if he deserved it.

[dr-damon.livejournal.com]

Damon quickly stitched up the puncture mark in the man's artery and unclamped it, "Suction," He said calmly and waited for Bridget to do what he needed, "Alright," He said turning off the suction, "I need you to go get me some stitching and some swabs."

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He applied it and then looked at the doctor for more. "Sure thing..." He started to run off to find them, looking through the cabinet. Hmm. Where were they? Bridget stood on his toes to try and look closer. Finding the swabs, he reached into the back of the cabinet. He hoped he wouldn't fall, but the inevitable did happen as gravity won the fight. The blond fell on his bum, the box of supples falling on his head.

The teen didn't cry, however. He did try to get up, rubbing the back of his head and picking the plastic bags of things off the floor. With a sigh, he tried not to look embarrassed. Why was everything so high up? He wasn't sure, but he did find what he was looking for. He set those aside to clean the rest of the mess and trudge back to the doctor with what he needed. "Here." He mumbled, handing the supplies over.

[dr-damon.livejournal.com]

Damon turned his head when he heard the crash, watching Bridget he decided the blond was alright and waited for the things he needed. He took them and started to carefully stitch the inmate up. After he cleaned the guy up some more and tidied his work station, he pulled Bridget aside to the other side of the room so no one could here.

He smiled down at the blond, "You did a great job, Bridget. But next time if things fall leave until you get me what I asked for," He said in a friendly tone and smile, "The injury wasn't to bad today, but next time it could be worse. Just keep that in mind. But other than that, you were great." He patted the blond on the shoulder. He'd have to see about getting Bridget a stepping stool or something.

[badlucktwin.livejournal.com]

"Y-yes sir." He nodded and looked up at him, then back down. He didn't want anyone to trip so he picked it up. Bridget thought and then smiled. "All right thank you." The pat on the back made him feel nine times better. It wasn't a reprimand like what he was used to.

Those eyes shimmered a bit, he was happy to actually do some good. "If you need anymore help just ask."

[dr-damon.livejournal.com]

Damon nodded, "I will. I also want you to shadow me all day. I've spoken to the head nurse, who has agreed to let you be my charge. So just follow me around and don't be afraid to ask questions." He smiled, "And you can stop with the 'sir' business," He chuckled, "It makes me feel old. Just call me Damon."

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"I just wasn't really quite sure WHAT to call you..." He grinned. He didn't have to listen to bitchzilla nag at him, or the other nurses making fun of him for looking like a girl. Bridget was glad, super glad.

"I-If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" He blinked up at the brunette man.

[dr-damon.livejournal.com]

It was a fair question. Damon himself asked Bridget that the day before. He smiled, "26. Are you surprised?" He smirked and chuckled. He knew he acted much more mature and older when he was on the job. He had to. It wasn't a job you could horse around during.