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First Aid II, Tuesday Morning, Danger Shop

Elliot looks more comfortable teaching this time. She might also be trying to prove something to someone. Maybe.

"Hey people, welcome to First Aid II. It looks like a lot of you took my first class last term -- for which, thank you for working with me again and if you're thinking about med school, I'd love to talk to you -- so we're just going to do some quick introductions and then jump into simulated first aid situations.

My name is Elliot Reid, I'm a doctor. Normal human, from now, all of that. Boring, for this place.

One last thing, if you ever have any problems with anything you need to do in this class -- whether it's CPR practice or a rampaging CGI badger -- let me know. I, um, don't have a syllabus yet, but I'll email it to you within the week. And let's begin."

Z Delgado
Walter Dornez
Isabel Evans
Hermione Granger
Lana Lang
Briar Moss
M Parker
Peter Pevensie
Seras Victoria

[OOC: OCD is up. Mod away with the patients. As usual, I'll be leaving for work around 1:30 EST.]

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Parker gave the choking kid the Heimlich, then winced as it spat up a glob of something unidentifiable, and started to shriek to match the bleeding kid. "Um, hang on, we should have--" She looked, and yup, there were the triangle bandages. "Righ there, by the fridge. You know, that is *damn* handy. Must be why we got this scenario." She looked helplessly at her crying kid, then checked on the disaster-prone one who'd wanted coffee ~~might have been related to Jake~~.

The disaster-prone kid was now being held captive by a Z to prevent another run at the coffee. The Z was getting kicked in the shins and pummeled in the ribs. "Do you have to do that?" the original Z asked as she slapped a bandage on her crying kid's head wound and applied pressure. "I'm going to be so sore and the kid's going to be traumatized." The Z rolled her eyes and released Little Miss Coffee. Z redirected her attention to her kid.

"Please, sweetheart, don't cry, it'll be all right, you'll see. Um, I need to figure out if you have a concussion. How many fingers am I--what the heck am I doing, can you even count? Do you feel like you're going to yak?" The kid tearfully shook her head. "Oh, thank God."

Parker rummaged in the freezer, and came up with popsicles for the the screaming kid. "Look, frozen sugar. Good for you throat! You can't choke on it!" she said, raising her voice over the kid's wailing. "Want?" Heimlich Maneuver's wailing trailed off into sniffles as he sucked on a grape popsicle, and Parker ripped the paper off another one and handed it to the original Z. "Maybe she'll calm down with something to suck on?" Parker looked around. "Okay, no! No climbing into the fridge!"

More wailing from the newest virtual tot.

Z's tot happily sucked on his popsicle as Z finished treating his wound. Z willfully ignored the strawberry-flavored melted popsicle staining his mouth face. "Maybe if we give them all popsicles...no, then they'll be hyper."

"Um," one of the other Zs called in a slightly panicked voice. "What do you do when they stick a LEGO up their nose?" The tiny culprit looked actually kind of pleased with herself.

Parker boggled. "How did you *do* that?" she asked the malefactor. "I... maybe some tweezers?" She looked around, and found some in the medkit, then looked dubiously at the kid grinning at them. "Um. Look. We have to take that out."

"No!"

"Look, kid," the original Z said. "We have to get that thing out of your nose." She paused to reabsorb her replicates, and, "Oh, yes, there are the bruises."

"We'll get ice for you, as soon as this little maniac is dealt with. You hold her head, I'll-- go in with the forceps." Parker clapped the tweezers open and shut. The kid stuck her tongue out at Parker. "Nice. Really. How'd you turn your tongue green?"

"I'm trying not to think about it," Z said as she attempted to restrain the little hooligan's head. "I think I'd rather be dealing with the badgers."

"Ditto." Parker grimly probed for all she was worth, and fished out a snot-covered red Lego, and threw it in the trash. "There, yay. And I didn't even make her bleed."

The kid who had been trying to climb into the fridge was now crying because he'd slammed his fingers in the door. "Juuuuust great."

It probably isn't that bad," says Hermione, going to the crying kid. "Let me see your hand," she says, and then spends five minutes talking him into letting her see it. "Can you move your fingers?" she asks, and the kid just starts crying harder.

"I can't help you if you don't let me see it," Hermione tells him, and the kid finally removes his fingers from his mouth to show her. Slobber and all. Hermione tries not to look grossed out. It doesn't work.

"We're in hell. Sticky, slobbery, sniveling hell," Parker decided, handing Hermione a wet-wipe as she went to grab the Disaster Child away from the knives.

"Thank you," she says, but keeps it for a moment as she's sure the kid will only get stickier.

"I'm sure nothing's wrong," Hermione says, which just makes him cry harder. She tries not to whimper and barely manages it, trying to convince the kid that he's not injured. Because she thinks logic works on kids. After all, it worked on her.

The kid turned up the volume, and added some of those gasping breaths that all small children use to let you know they're being tortured.

Parker snagged the Disaster Child and seriously contemplated locking her in a closet. But she'd probably only drink Lysol or something. "No no no!" she called to another one across the room who was trying to climb up a bookcase.

Thump, bump, wail. The kid was holding her arm like it was broken.

"Fabulous."

Hermione sighs, looks around and finds a Band-Aid somewhere or other for the kid, and sticks it on his hand. Nowhere near the fingers. The kid stops crying.

"Uh oh," she says, seeing the one with the arm.

Parker grabs one of the triangle bandages from the stack near the fridge. "Too true. Hey, kid. Wiggle your-- yes, I know it hurts. I'm very sorry. But please, please, wiggle your fingers for Miss Parker, will you?" In the middle of the sobbing, the kid does. The bone isn't showing, but the lower forearm is definitely at an odd angle. "Whew. Want to help me splint this, Hermione?"

"Of course," she says, stepping forward to help splint it ~~as people do~~. "I was prepared for badgers."

Parker tied the knot in the sling at the side of the kid's neck, and sighed. "I would prefer badgers. Or llamas. Or gremlins!" she yelled, as another kid started in. "They don't screech like this!"

"I say we give him another popsicle and call it a day," Z grumbled.

Elliot finally registered the chaos in this corner. She glanced at the wounded. "Okay, could everyone just-"

There was still wailing. Losing patience, she hit a button on the danger shop. The kids blinked out of existence, and she smiled happily. "There. All better."

Parker stared at her as if she was the last 'chopper out of Perdition. "So *much* better!" She sighed in relief, and sat down on the floor. "Thank you!"

"You're my hero," Z told Elliot, sitting down next to Parker with a heavy sigh. "I think I hate kids."

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