sharpshooting: (exhausted)
Dr. John Watson ([personal profile] sharpshooting) wrote2013-05-08 11:28 am

Sunday, May 5 : night

As much as John hated to admit when Sherlock was right about something, in this case, there was really no other option. Beyond keeping the knocked-out powered people stable, there was little else to do besides take regular blood samples.

The fact that what they considered stable had deteriorated from "unconscious but otherwise fine" to "not actively suffering from cardiac arrest or lung failure" was not something John was even remotely comfortable with. The fact that nineteen lives were at stake and he couldn't do anything to help any of them was something that scared and angered him.

Spending hours comparing markers in blood samples across a four-day period wasn't helping him stay positive about it much, either.

Sighing, he pulled up the latest analysis of Captain Rogers' blood, punched in a command to the program and watched in resignation as the chart came up across the screen. "Computer, begin recording," he murmured. "Subject 4, Captain Steve Rogers. Day 5, 2205 hours. Samples drawn over the past twelve hours show little change in oxygenation or white blood cell count. Subject has not experienced a crash in over twenty-four hours..."

He finished his notes a little while later and indulged himself in laying his head down on his arms. Just for a minute, he thought, yawning into his elbow. I'll get to the next one in just a minute.

Find the good doctor passed out on his desk at any point during the late night, early morning hours.
wise_ass: (let 'em hold you tight.)

[personal profile] wise_ass 2013-05-08 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Bert walks up with a plate in hand, angling his head to see if John's really asleep.

He certainly is. Grinning, Bert sets the plate and the bottle (beer, of the birch variety) down on the desk quietly and puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.



"Doctor Watson?"
wise_ass: (you can dance ev'ry dance with the)

[personal profile] wise_ass 2013-05-16 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
"A bit of one. I'm given to understand that mayonaise is a crucial culinary component where you're from but someone used the last of the stuff in the icebox. I added extra cheese as a kind of consolation prize."

He nudges the plate toward John and picks up the bottle, twisting the cap off for him.

"Go on," he says, stealing a chip. "Before I get a head start."
livinginanhgwellsnovel: (pursed lips)

[personal profile] livinginanhgwellsnovel 2013-05-08 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Violet enters the lab, an area of the station she normally avoids, with the intent of checking in on the little girl. She isn't silly, she knows that the girl has no idea of her presence, but she would like to be present if anything should change for better or for worse and make sure that the over zealous doctors do not intend anything inappropriate with regard to her person.

It is with no surprise that she finds John, fast asleep bent over his work, and guesses that he's been there for some time. Quietly, she orders coffee and toast for two from the replicator, getting something that smells more like chicory and something spicy and chocolate cupcakes topped with icing. She purses her lips, but decides that fighting with it will only result in a worse option.

She carries the food over to where John is resting, trusting the replicators approximation of breakfast to wake him more thoroughly than a shake.

"Doctor Watson," she says. "Doctor Watson, do wake up. I'm quite sure you'll make yourself ill if you persist on resting your face on that table."
livinginanhgwellsnovel: (arched brow)

[personal profile] livinginanhgwellsnovel 2013-05-12 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Violet grants him a thin smile. "That's where you're mistaken, doctor. You slept here a good deal longer than you imagine. It's quite early in the morning, but morning nonetheless."

She sips at her coffee and then adds, "Does falling asleep beside your work aid either that work or sleep?"
livinginanhgwellsnovel: (conversing)

[personal profile] livinginanhgwellsnovel 2013-05-24 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Well it's not for my health is it?" she says, mildly. "Sleep is hardly a luxury. You can afford to do it properly."

"Have you made any progress?"
withmyshield: (appraisal)

[personal profile] withmyshield 2013-05-09 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
It's 5am. Almost. It's close enough that Sharon feels like she can get up and make her way to the hospital wing without having to say she'd been there since the middle of the night.

There's no one watching the unconscious group, which gives her an opportunity she hasn't had in days. She's not going to let her guard down in front of the doctors. Not that they'll hold it against her, but it's just not good for morale for everyone to fall apart.

There might as well not be anyone else in the room; Sharon makes her way to Steve's bedside and takes the hand that doesn't have an IV in it.



A few minutes later, she feels both better and worse, and goes to look for John. She rounds the corner and finds him sleeping at his desk.

Wow. That's great. Of course everyone needs rest, but he can't tag out when the Sandman comes a-knockin?

It's mean, yes, but part of her needs to know what his reaction time looks like. She goes out and unhooks the heart monitor cuff from the nearest patient, who happens to be Thor.

Sorry, big guy.

The machine reads the flatline and starts to beep, loudly.
withmyshield: (looking back)

[personal profile] withmyshield 2013-05-13 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry." She says it immediately, and genuinely if dispassionately; John's a good guy, and that's probably not how he prefers to be woken.

Lucky for John she's comfortable with how long it takes him to get all the way to useful, too, or she might not be so contrite.

"Any change?"