Another Emergency

[Morven]

Morven scanned the notes on a slimline tablet as she strode through the corridor, weaving through porters and hospital staff. A patient had been brought in unconscious from the airport, where he had apparently collapsed in arrivals. They'd uncovered a name and, bizarrely, instructions from the man's wallet linking him to a Dr. Marcil. But Sage Parker was American, which meant his medical records were not easily obtained, and there had been nothing to explain the long list of strong pain control meds in his bag. Assurances from his doctor that 'the boy would be fine' did not sit well with her conscience. She wanted to know what was wrong.

Marcil. The name tickled a memory in the back of her mind.

The thought fled for now. He was supposed to be under obs, but the assigned nurse had vacated her post - which was apparent the moment she pushed open the door to find the patient trying to carefully slip out of the bed. She made a disagreeable noise in her throat, lips pursed in annoyance, and slipped the tablet under one arm. "Mr Parker. Perhaps it's best if you stay put for now?"
A dry smile lightened the irritation laced into the words, gaze glancing to the line in his arm as she moved to help him back into the bed if he needed it. "My name is Doctor Kinnaird. I'll be looking after you until Doctor Marcil is available. How are you feeling?"