A Supernatural Life: Clock Tower

[Isabella Anderson]

Isabella hurried into the clinic from the frozen outside pulling her coat off as she got inside. She smiled at the nurse that was sitting there and gave her a smile. "I'm not late." She told the nurse laughing a little. She handed the coat to the woman as she stood up and gave a nod of thanks. She looked to the few sitting there then back to the nurse. She thought it would be more busy then it was right now. "I'll be in my office for a bit." Isabel said and hopped that the doctor that was covering was doing a good job. This clinic was her baby. Today she was alone with the nurse. If the crowd was small then it should be okay for now. She walked into her office and closed the door.

She kicked off her boots and put on a pair of black pumps. Isabel smoothed the line of her black dress pants and made sure her buttons were done all the way in the small mirror she kept. She redid her eye makeup, her lip stick, and put her hair up in a clip. A few pieces of hair hung in her face to give her a look. Isabel liked looking good. She was a good doctor and a pretty lady. She was very good in so many ways. Isabel put her hair behind her ears and sat down. She took a deep breath and then moved to talk to the doctor on call and take cases.

The doctor got finished with a little girl with a cold and gave her a smile. He told her the case load had been light and everything was running well. Isabel knew the nurse out front could handle everything and anything. She watched him sign the chart and move to the guest office to get his things. She made sure her badge was in place and moved out front. The nurse handed her the next cart on the line.

"Ms. Lockheart please." Isabel said and smiled at the older lady. She had been coming to the clinic as soon as it had opened. "Hello Dr. Anderson." The old lady smiled and followed Isabel to the first room that she could find. Isabel took a pen out of her breast packet and asked the lady questions. She found that Ms. Lockheart had a fever, was lightheaded, had a runny nose, her tempes hurting, and she just felt bad. Isabel took her temp and looked at a few other things. "Well Ms. Lockheart it seems you just have a cold. I think you should nap, drink fluids, and take it easy. If you feel cold cover up if you don't then don't cover up. We want this fever to go away. If it doesn't in 24 hours call the clinic or go to the ER."

She led Ms. Lockheart to the door and filled out the cart. Isabel signed it and went up front again. She gave the cart to the nurse and took a new one. She did the same thing with this person who really had nothing wrong. Isabel signed the cart and walked back to the nurse. So far this was getting easy. She didn't have to do anything to big yet. Isabel liked helping out the people of this town.

"Who's next?" Isabel asked reaching for the chart.

[Tyson Jenkins]

Tyson was an idiot. Well, at least he was feeling like an idiot at the moment. He had just moved into town not long ago to spend some time with his aunt. His sister was lagging behind at the moment and was out of town. But there he was, trying to get some things ready for when he would meet up with her to travel around. He was working on his motorcycle and then something happened.

Or rather, didn't happen. Instead of sticking together, the chain slipped off when he tried to do something, and it popped up, slicing deep into his left arm. So here he was, new town, no sister, and he already got himself into trouble. Not his normal kind of trouble, though, so he ... panicked. Tyson isn't exactly ... clumsy.

Now here he was, leaning into a mostly deflated pillow on a hard hospital cushion. His right hand was clamped down tightly onto his left arm, which was gushing blood but the nurse had given him a few guaze pads and set him aside. It seemed that his charm had no affect on her. Maybe it had an age limit - his charm, that is. Oh well. He was waiting on the doctor, who was doing rounds.

Looking up as the curtain shifted, Tyson smiled charmingly, "Well, hello sexy!"

[Isabella Anderson]

Isabel had to check the budget for her clinic later today. Another thing was she had to make sure that nothing went missing. Some of the doctors didn't understand what she was doing in this clinic. She was a world class surgen but she liked helping people. Dealing with people with colds was very easy and she enjoyed it. Isabel couldn't picture herself not doing something with people. Being a doctor was a great way to help people and do something good with her time and her life. The clinic was a way to work with the common man. In surgery she just a person under, opened them up, and do whatever she had to do. Isabel sighed deeply and let it out. Today was going slow right now but Isabel was sure that it was going to get busy.

"Well, hello sexy!"

She raised an eyebrow at the man with bloody guaze on his arm. No wonder the nurse didn't take her to him right away. He was a jackass. "It's Dr. Anderson to you." She said with a beautiful smile. Isabel walked over and gave him a look. If he kept it up she could make his life hard. It was never good to piss off the nurses or the doctor for that matter. Isabel woundered how mean she should be. It was just she didn't like being hit on while doing her job. No this wasn't her job just her good deed for the day. This wasn't surgery.

"Please come with me. If you feel faint then I'll have a wheelchair brought up." Isabel turned on her heel and started to head for a small exam room. The exam room was where she did must of the stitches or anything else. By the guaze on his arm she was going to have to give stitches and maybe even tell him to go to the ER. She opened the door and looked for him. "Sit in the blue backed chair and hold that guaze in place." Isabel would sit on a stool moving close to him to do her job. He had better not get any ideas.

[Tyson Jenkins]

Tyson felt a little fidgety. This doctor chick was hot. Very hot. He would like to get along with her. Hmm. But as soon as she walked into the room, she had him pegged. Jackass. He knew that look. Oh well. Sure, he was lightheaded and whatever, but he didn't care anymore. Tyson could high-jack a wheelchair if and when he wanted to. "Yes ma'am!" He exclaimed happily, "Doctor, ma'am."

Then there was another look. Almost threatening. As if she was threatening to make his life hard or soemthing. She doubted that. He was good at getting on people's bad side for some reason. Tyson wasn't exactly sure how he did that, but the only people he ever seemed to get along with were related to him. His aunt, his sister. Now he was pissing off people here in this clinic. Why was he here?

Oh, right. Huge ass bleeding gash on his forearm. Riight. And she was probably going to try to make him suffer for being his normal self. Most of the time, he used his outgoing personality to his advantage, but it was hard with her. Damnit. His charm could work on anyone. Not her, apparently.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be fine. You'll catch me, won't you," he smirked charmingly, moving to slowly shove himself off the bed. Standing upright, he swayed slightly and caught himself on the bed. He'd probably need some replacement blood. The room was spinning. Stumbling into the hall, he grabbed a ride with an orderly that looked incredibly bored.

"Thanks man," he gave the guy a five, "keep the change." Smirking, he moved the wheelchair closer to the doctor and smiled. "Okie, dokie," Tyson moved to the chair, leaning back in the chair and moving his hand tightly onto the gauze again after steadying himself. Giving her the classic up down, he moved his eyes back up and smiled, "What's a hot chick like you doing in a dingy clinic like this?"

[Isabella Anderson]

Sometimes Isabel really didn't know why she took to being a doctor. There were all different kinds of people that seemed to enjoy making her life not fun. Men saw a hot female and thought she was a nurse or she was an object to hit on. No one seemed to care about her feelings about it. Isabel wasn't comfortable with being hit on but it was something she had lived with because she was a pretty female in the world. This was her work though and it wasn't a time to hit on her. Isabel couldn't just leave her work to go on a date, her work mattered a lot to her, more then what must people knew. Tyson didn't seem to care at all about anything that she felt or what she was doing.

"What's a hot chick like you doing in a dingy clinic like this?"

Isabel loved her clinic. She had troubble keeping things just right all the time because people were coming here and using what she had set up. The clinic had helped a lot of people and done good work. She liked it here. The medicine that was done here wasn't heart surgery but yet she enjoyed it. Isabel liked talking to the people and getting to know them must of the time. The whole idea of a doctor that knew the people that were treated was a really good one to her. When he said dingy she was taken back.

She started to set up a tray to treat him guessing at what she would need. "It's not dingy. I opened this clinic myself to give people good medical care for free. The ER is already overcrowded so the clinic helps that." Isabel put the tray down near him and went to get a pair of gloves. She got the pack and put them on the tray close to hand. She pulled a stool up and sat down.

She moved the gauze off of Tyson's arm and threw that back to the tray. "Nasty cut there. Must of hurt." Isabel took more guaze after looking at the wound and put it on. She felt up his arm and put pressure on the pressure point to stop the bleeding. "This might make your arm tingle a little but it's alright. To you have HIV, AiDS, clotting disorders, or anything else I should know about?" All of these questions mattered.