fandomhigh | Emergency Medical Situations, Wednesday, Period 1

Buckle up, kids. Dr. McCoy had a gross one today.

The Danger Shop was well-lit and had some flat surfaces. Inactive blank-eyed practice people sat at each one.
"Today's stitches. You'll be actually stitching up an arm wound, so the faint of heart beware. Though I don't think you'd still be in this class if you didn't have the stomach."

He used one of the practice people himself to demonstrate. They had a cut on the back of their arm. He showed the class how to clean it, and how to insert a needle into the subdermal layer, maneuvering it back out to the other side as a holding stitch. After going across the wound, he showed them how to create diagonal stitches zigzagging back across, and then how to tie it off.

"Cleaning it out is the most important part--use disinfectant, if available in a med kit, and never seal a foreign object under the skin. Partner up, give each other a hand. All your patients should be programmed to have similar wounds, so it will look a lot like what I just did. Steady hands are key."

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"You can still get some," Cade said. "There's a place here on the island that'll do it. I've gone there twice in two years."

"I've been thinking about it. Do they have the moving kind? I've seen some folks here with just...static ones, but I don't think I could make up my mind enough for just one thing."

This was probably not a surprise.

Cade sighed and pulled up the back of his shirt to show his pink glittery "TOTES" tramp stamp. "It sort of moves?" he offered.

He really needed to get that thing removed.

"Oh, that is nice!" Not quite what Cecil had in mind, but not bad. "What does 'totes' mean?"

"It's slang for totally if you get bit by a gremlin and think you're a girl from California, apparently," Cade grumbled. "Karking gremlins."

"But totally what?" Cecil asked. Because that was the pertinent thing here.

He finished the stitching and tied it off.

"I don't know," Cade said. "She seemed to think it was a sentence all on its own."

"Huh. Kids today, right?" Cecil shrugged. "It's a nice tattoo, though." He held out another suture pack. "Your turn!"

Cade took the pack, then waved another victim over. "This'll hurt," he told the guy--"or it should, if you were actually real." He began disinfecting the wound. "Do you have top five ideas for a tat?"

"And if he had pain receptors," Cecil pointed out.

"Not really," he answered as he watched Cade work. "The me that had them just went to the artist and said "give me something pretty that will help ward off the dark forces of Station Management during contract negotiations. They were a 'congratulations me on the new job' thing."

"Station Management?" Cade repeated. "The squirrels?"

"Oh, not here! Back home." Cecil waved vaguely west. "I do community radio."

"On purpose?" Cade asked, stitching his victim up with the ease of someone who'd had practice. It was a lot easier to stitch someone else than to do it yourself!

"I only do it when threatened by rodents with heavy objects."

"Oh, for years now!" Cecil smiled. "I love radio. And the squirrels here aren't so bad."

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