Your character could be a nurse, patient, doctor, paramedic, whatever. This is literally just an excuse for me to use a character I have and love but never get to use because she's insanely specific. Probably will turn into romance, knowing me, and my character is a girl, so I'm down for a gxg or a gxm depending on your preference! :)
Here she is, the glorious Dr. O'Hara: Eleanor O'Hara
Oooo, I like this, I've been looking for somewhere to use my doctor girl! I don't have a page for her, unfortunately, but I could definitely describe her ^^
Yes! That's totally fine! Just post a template :)
Will do! I'll get that up in a sec
Name: Birdie Harlow
Age: 29
Sexuality: Lesbian
Appearance: About 5’10, light brown skin and teal hair. Her eyes are dark brown, she usually wears round-rimmed glasses and has nice long lashes, and of course, at work, she will be seen wearing scrubs nine times out of ten. Out of work she usually wears jeans, boots, and a bomber jacket with a black t-shirt underneath
Gender: Female (she/her)
Profession: doctor, mostly working in the cardiac department
Other: she has a pet rabbit named Hopps, 2 betta fish named Anja and Sanha, and she really loves cooking
(Ooooooh, she's interesting! Her and O'Hara will be an interesting match! Would you like to start or should I?)
(Thanks! And if it's ok I'd like it if you could start ^^)
(Np! Give me a few minutes to get something up!)
(Sounds good, can't wait :D)
The stretcher with a girl on it was wheeled into a room almost directly inside the trauma center. A nurse with a cropped haircut moved to help the emergency responders as they lined the stretcher up with the bed. Trailing them, Eleanor O'Hara buttoned up her white coat so she didn't get any blood on her expensive clothes underneath. Her heels clicked impressively on the tile floor as she made her way into the room and beside the bed.
"On my count," she declared, her British accent making her words seem more regal than they really were. She reached across the bed to aid in the transfer and counted: "One, two, three." The team fluidly pulled the girl from the gurney onto the bed, and quickly, Eleanor began to work. "Does she have a name?" she asked, examining her as the nurse buzzed around, setting up IV fluids.
"ID says… Julia Waynes," one of the EMTs replied.
"Julia?" O'Hara asked, taking inventory of what she was working with. "Julia, can you hear me? I'm Dr. O'Hara. You're here at All Saints Hospital. We're going to help you. I just need you to keep breathing for me, alright?" She began to give orders to the nurses. "I want an MRI and a CT scan immediately, and can someone call up to Dr. Harlow in cardiology? I'm not sure how much blood she's lost." With her orders done and her nurses working, O'Hara used her stethoscope to listen to her heartbeat. "You're going to be okay, Julia" she told the girl firmly.
When Dr. Harlow got the call, she put down what she was working on immediately. They were just reports, and of course, they could wait. Even if they would take even longer to do now that she's been disrupted. This is her job though, so she's not complaining. She rushes down the hall and past a few corners quickly to the trauma center, absentmindedly messing with her hands behind her back before reaching and pushing her glasses farther up her nose as she enters the trauma center room. As she approached the bed, she wasn't really fazed by how much blood she saw, of course, this is part of her job as well. She looks up at O'Hara, "Have you already called for an MRI and CT scan? If so, good. Judging by how much blood there is, the patient might need a transfusion." She also needs to test the patient's blood pressure, of course, the wound needs to be patched up as quickly as possible…
O'Hara continued her work until she felt the presence of another beside her, and she didn't need to look to identify who it was. "Of course I did," she replied, not even looking up from her task. "The scans will take place after she's stable. And transfusions are your department, Dr. Harlow, it's why you're here."
The woman edged around Harlow and looked across the bed at the cropped-haired nurse. "Jacks could you go see if Zoey or Sam could get in here and assist as well?"
Jackie nodded and left immediately.
O'Hara made sure to set up an IV and began dispensing morphine.