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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 23, 2018 17:38:16 GMT -5
Three Left had no idear where he was, the Morphine made him drousy. as he was busy trying to take in his surroundings, he didn't notice someone approaching his bed.
"Cá bhfuil mé?" (where am i?) he asked, to no one in particular.
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Post by Ghost on Jan 25, 2018 14:37:40 GMT -5
Ghost was slightly surprised when the patient stirred and suddenly spoke. He had just been sent to check on the newest patient.
”Ca bhfil me?”
He cracked a small grin as he checked on the patient’s morphine dosage. It was a bit surprising to see someone so young put on morphine. If the young man wasn’t in too much pain, Ghost could stop the flow of morphine. It wouldn’t be good to keep the boy on it for long. Morphine was a powerful drug and quite addicting. In his college classes, he had heard many awful stories of soldiers from the Civil War who had gotten addicted to morphine.
“‘Fraid, I don’t speak Gaelic,” he apologized. “And I don’t understand it either,” he added sheepishly, as he took notes on how much morphine had been used. “Don’t suppose you speak English?”
It was quite possible after all. Many immigrants had ended up in the hospital and did not know how to speak English despite understanding a little. However, this boy looked like he might be a newsie. So it was highly possible he knew English and just had slipped back to his native tongue.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 26, 2018 11:18:22 GMT -5
“‘Fraid, I don’t speak Gaelic,” the slightly blury figure apologized. Three Left took a bit longer than normal to switch back to english.
“And I don’t understand it either,” of course you dont. he thought.
"what... what happened?" he asked dragging his words with a sleepy voice.
yeah, what had happened? he wondered. had he been soaked? no, it didn't feel like that. ran over by a carriage maybe? no, he would in the morgue if that was the case.
"where am i sir?" he asked. trying to get in a sitting position . no such luck, he got really dizzy really fast.
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Post by Ghost on Jan 26, 2018 12:37:44 GMT -5
”What... what happened?”
Ghost pursed his lips. Truth be told, he had no idea. The doctors didn’t always tell him these things, and he hadn’t been in when the patient had arrived. “Sorry, I’m not sure what happened,” he answered honestly. After all, he believed that telling the truth was better for a patient than hiding it was.
”Where am I, sir?”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “You don’t have ta call me sir. Makes me feel old.” He smiles and shook his head some. “But as for where you are, that’s easy. You’re at the hospital here in Harlem. Best hospital in the area.” He chuckled again. “But I might be a bit biased since I work here.”
His eyes widened slightly as the patient tried to sit up. “Whoa, whoa there.” He was quickly beside the young boy, helping him slowly sit up. “Easy, not so fast. Looks like you got hit on the head real good. Take it slow.”
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 26, 2018 14:01:52 GMT -5
“Sorry, I’m not sure what happened,” the doctor told him. Three Left sighed. "where did they find me?"
“You don’t have ta call me sir. Makes me feel old.” "then what do i call you? ma'am?" he had said it before he could stop himself, he clasped his left hand over his mouth. "sorry sir." he said quietly.
But as for where you are, that’s easy. You’re at the hospital here in Harlem. Best hospital in the area.” his eyes widened a little. "does miss Sand know? does mister Reed? i can't afford a hospital bill, oh man, i am done for." he started to panic a little, he wanted to run, but he knew it wouldn't end well for him if he tried.
the doctor said something he didn't catch
“Whoa, whoa there.” the doctor was helping him to sit up. “Easy, not so fast. Looks like you got hit on the head real good. Take it slow.” "can someone send word to the Bronx as to where i am?"
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Post by Ghost on Jan 26, 2018 19:32:31 GMT -5
”Where did they find me?”
Ghost let out a soft sigh. “I was hoping you’d be able to tell me that.”
”Then what do I call you? Ma’am? Sorry, sir.”
He laughed softly. “It’s fine really. Just call me Shea or Ghost. Whichever you prefer,” he answered with a grin. “No sirs for me. I’m not a doctor just yet.”
”Does Miss Sand know? Does Mister Reed?”
Ghost raised an eyebrow. He didn’t know a Mr. Reed, but the name Sand did somewhat familiar. “I’m afraid I can’t answer that either.”
”I can’t afford a hospital bill, oh man, I am done for.”
He could sense the young patient panicking and did his best to calm him down. “Whoa, Whoa, take it easy there, okay? No need to panic.” He gave Three Left a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry about a bill. It’s a charitable hospital. They take care of the bills. You just need to focus on getting well.”
”Can someone send word to the Bronx as to where I am?”
Ghost raised an eyebrow. Bronx... now that was quite a distance from here. Not too far, but not extremely close. He gave the boy a nod. “Who do you need to send word to? I can make sure they know where you are.”
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 27, 2018 13:15:35 GMT -5
“I was hoping you’d be able to tell me that.” the doctor sighed.
"i remember walking home, it might have been from the zoo." he said after thinking for a few minutes.
luckily the doctor could laugh at his rather rude comment. “It’s fine really. Just call me Shea or Ghost. Whichever you prefer, No sirs for me. I’m not a doctor just yet.”
"they call me Three Left." he paused. "but mom Called me Harrison." he said with a bleak smile.
“I’m afraid I can’t answer that either.”
"miss Sand is in charge of the Bronx newsies. and Mister Reed runs the boys lodge. they would want to know" Three Left explained.
“Whoa, Whoa, take it easy there, okay? No need to panic. You don’t have to worry about a bill. It’s a charitable hospital. They take care of the bills. You just need to focus on getting well.”
"i supose smoking isn't aloud in here?" he looked around for as much as he could "where is it? my pipe is the only thing i have left from my parents. i want it back."
“Who do you need to send word to? I can make sure they know where you are.”
"Miss Sand and Mister Reed." Three Left bowed his head "they're probably worried sick."
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Post by Ghost on Jan 30, 2018 10:31:58 GMT -5
”I remember walking home. It may have been from the zoo.”
Ghost nodded thoughtfully, taking mental note. Perhaps after talking with the nurses or the doctor, he’d be able to piece together what had happened.
”They call me Three Left, but my mom called me Harrison.”
He returned the boy’s small smile with a bright one. “Well, it’s nice to meet ya. Newsie ain’t ya?”
He had left that life long ago. But there were some happy memories of that life. He missed it, but he was far too old to return. Besides, he had new dreams and pursuits.
”Miss Sand is in charge of the Bronx Newsies, and Mister Reed runs the boys’ lodge. They would want to know.”
Ghost nodded in understanding. He hadn’t recognized the leader’s name. After all, there had been different leaders in place when he had been a newsie. Mr. Reed’s name had been familiar, ur he hadn’t been quite sure since he hadn’t been a Bronx newsie.
”I suppose smoking isn’t allowed in here?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Afraid not. The nuns would not be pleased and neither would the doctors.”
”Where is it? My pipe is the only thing I have left from my parents. I want it back.”
Ghost straightened up a bit. “Your things are probably being kept safe with the nurses.” He glanced at the door behind them. “I can see if they’ll let me give it to you,”
”Miss Sand and Mister Reed. They’re probably worried sick.”
He nodded. Now that he knew who they were, it wouldn’t be hard to find them and contact them. “All right. Once my shift is over, I’ll send word to them right away.”
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Feb 2, 2018 20:01:55 GMT -5
“Well, it’s nice to meet ya. Newsie ain’t ya?”
"its nice to meet you too Shea. and yes i am." Three Left said, wondering how long he would be in here.
“Afraid not. The nuns would not be pleased and neither would the doctors.” "thats alright, Frank never approved of it either."
“Your things are probably being kept safe with the nurses.” He glanced at the door behind them. “I can see if they’ll let me give it to you,”
"if need be, tell them i only need my pipe i dont need the tobacco." Looking Shea right into his eyes he asked. "when will i get to walk out of here?"
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Post by Ghost on Feb 2, 2018 20:28:25 GMT -5
”It’s nice to meet you to, Shea. And yes, I am.”
He smiled. Newsies brought back some fond memories.
”That’s alright, Frank never approved of it either.”
Ghost nodded slightly.
”If need be, tell them I only need my pipe. I don’t need the tobacco.”
A small smile formed on his lips. “I think that will convince them.”
”When will I get to walk out of here?”
His smile faded some. That wasn’t something he could pinpoint at the moment. He supposed he did have a faint guess though. “Probably a week or two, based on the dosage of morphine the doctor gave you... can’t really say for sure though.”
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Feb 3, 2018 16:16:22 GMT -5
“I think that will convince them.” Shea said with a small smile. Three Left just returned the smile with one of his own.
“Probably a week or two, based on the dosage of morphine the doctor gave you... can’t really say for sure though.”
"so about two to three weeks." he said looking around at the other kids laying in their beds. "i think i can manage that." after thinking for a second, he added. "my customers will have to buy from someone else until then."
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Post by Ghost on Feb 3, 2018 17:01:48 GMT -5
”So about two to three weeks. I think I can manage that.”
Ghost gave Three Left a wry smile. “Yeah about that much, maybe less if you’re lucky. It won’t be so bad.”
”My customers will have to buy from someone else until then.”
He nodded. The kid didn’t really have much a say anyways since he was stuck in the hospital for awhile. He did hope it wouldn’t be too long of a stay. If he had to stay awhile, that meant things weren’t good.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Feb 4, 2018 14:59:49 GMT -5
“Yeah about that much, maybe less if you’re lucky. It won’t be so bad.”
"i know it wont be that bad, i guess i can make friends here too." "a few weeks of bed rest will do me good" with a soft groan, Three Left grabbed his head, drawing a few heavy breaths.
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Post by Ghost on Feb 8, 2018 11:10:22 GMT -5
”I know it won’t be that bad. I guess I can make friends here too.”
Ghost smiled. It was good that there were a few kids that were around Three Left’s age. They’d be able to possible make friends and amuse themselves.
”A few weeks of bed rest will do me good.”
“That it will,” he agreed, checking a few more things before heading toward the door. He gave the young boy a wink. “I’ll be back shortly. Hopefully it’ll be with your pipe.”
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Mar 20, 2018 15:16:19 GMT -5
“That it will, I’ll be back shortly. Hopefully it’ll be with your pipe.”
as Shea walked trough the door, a nurse approached his bed.
"Doctor Dalton thinks you got knocked over by a carriage." Three Left nodded, that would explain his head. she noticed his missing fingers. "what happened to your hand?" she asked.
"i lost them somewhere between losing my parents and meeting Frank." as the nurse continued her rounds, Three Left started humming a irish folk song, causing another patient to stop fighting the orderlies.
*Doctor Henry Dalton is an alias, for a mercenary i thought up a while ago. and yes, he is a actual Doctor.
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