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Elliot Mackie

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Elliot Mackie

A look of concern crossed her face as he spoke initially. She truly wished there was more she could do before his healing process, but as it were, there might not even be anything to do after the healing process. Which of course seemed to go above the Chief's head like a freaking jet plane.

"Excuse me?" she said suddenly, her soft face hardening a little. She hated being firm. She understood reasons anyone had for wanting a faster and unreasonably miraculous healing process. However, no matter what they pushed for, she was not a god, she was a doctor. "Please, sir, don't force me to repeat myself. You heard me the first time and we both know you understood exactly what I said."

This wasn't shit she would put up with. She had patients to protect, including from friends, family, and employers. She sighed and picked her tablet back up and tucked it into her arm, looking at him with an unamused expression. He was cute, but hadn't made the best impression by asking her such an idiot question.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know or would like help with?" she asked politely, ready to walk away if he didn't have anything else to spew.

There he was, the patient. He also had company, which always made Yinehi feel a little better. Hopefully it was someone the man was comfortable discussing this with. "Hello, John, I'm Doctor Dogwood, I'm the surgeon who fixed your shoulder. Would you rather speak privately or is it acceptable for your company to remain?" she asked.

Her voice was very soft without necessarily being quiet. She kept her eyes kind, her focus remaining on her patient without any distraction from Elliot. John assured her it was acceptable for her to speak with Elliot present, seeing as how he was his Chief. She nodded, mentally noting the status as an officer.

"Well, John. The bullet you were shot with shredded, so did a lot of damage to surrounding tissue and shoulder bones. I had to reconstruct most of your shoulder and part of your collar bone. You'll need a lot of rest at first, but you can go back to work if you are doing office duties. Obviously, no heavy lifting or using this arm for awhile, although you can continue to hold things with your hand as long as it's not heavy. You can go home later today."

Yinehi finally looked to Elliot and gave him a smile. "May I speak to you privately?" She wanted to stress some things about what he would be allowed to do at work and when. A nurse would do more explanation to the patient later on, before he left for home. For now, he needed to recover from surgical drugs and wait for someone to arrive to give him a ride.

Today was basically like any. She took a day out of every work week to do clinic care, talking to clients and doing check ups, taking care of sex health, and doing pregnancy tests while appeasing the hypochondriacs. She loved her job, even when she had less-than-savvy patients. She was swift with them all, often hearing how she hardly made them wait. Mostly she was just able to stay on top of everything and didn't loiter much. She liked to perform in record pace so more patients could be seen. As it was, she was on probably her fifteenth patient by lunch time. With some reluctance and a lot of pressure from peers, she finally drudged off to eat at the cafeteria. Once her hospital food was placed into a foam container, she headed outside, perching on a stone wall built purely for eye appeal.

Eating didn't take much time, but she decided to give herself a break. She tasted every bite, taking a big breath of fresh air now and then. By the end of it, she felt rejuvenated and ready to put her hours in. Unfortunately, it wasn't to finish her day at the clinic. An emergency patient needed her attention, so she scrubbed up and scrubbed in, dashing to the operating room to work on a busted up shoulder. It wasn't shredded, but bones had to be put back together into proper places. It took a lot of work and a few hours. The person she worked on had apparently been shot for some reason or another. It did a number to their shoulder and she guessed they'd be out of work for awhile, which she was volunteered to announce it to them when they came to.

It was maybe an hour later when she decided to make a round to the person's room, not at all in any rush to give him the news. She didn't know if they were a cop or a gangster, but it sucked either way. People didn't tend to handle information about being out of commission too well. Her walk down the hall past the nurse's station was a slow one, allowing herself to be distracted a bit now and then. Inevitably, the door was there, though, and she had a duty to attend to.