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Sciurus sighed heavily as he made his way through the hospital hall, tucking a jar of peanut butter into his pocket. If there were any mercy in the world, soon his regular shift would be over and he would just have the other two making a mess. As he passed the counter, the surgeon absentmindedly went through patient charts in his head and contemplated the horrors of giving Voyager peanut butter, until a woman's voice caught his attention. Sciurus stopped, looking around. "Sciurus? I am here. What are your present ailments?"

{O.o YOU! /glomps/}

Sciurus raised an eyebrow at her and stepped closer. No, his cleaver was still in his belt, and he wasn't covered in blood for once. Check. "I see..." Well at least it was something simple. "I have tweezers, bandaids and alcohol wipes if you wish. Is it a particularly dangerous one, or the common wooden variety?"

{/attempts huggles/
S: Writer, bear in mind Ms. Solsi requires all of her stuffing.}

A moan from one of the rooms cut Sciurus off before he could answer, but the surgeon just rolled his eyes. "Carlston, Eustace. Here for liver failure, but I'll do nothing until tomorrow because we haven't gotten one in yet. " He focused more fully on Sammy and her hand. "I feared the possibility of glass or metal fragment, but even the wooden ones should be taken care of. There is a chance, however remote, that a splinter could cause a break in the skin or become embedded like a time bomb. Infections are not pleasant."
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Sciurus chuckled darkly at the patient's change in color. He couldn't help a little morbid humor, even tomorrow would be very serious. "Come along then..." He headed into one of the empty rooms, looking through drawers for the simple supplies. "Should the low odds ever pop up, there are always antibiotics as well. I am told Amoxicillin has a wonderful bubble gum flavor."

He set things from the drawers on the counter as she came in; two bandaids, alchohol wipes, and had begun rooting through other drawers when Sammy came in. In a drawer with scalpels and other sharp objects, Sciurus saw a pair of tweezers. But his hand twitched over a bone saw at her sudden question, and he had to wait a second. Perhaps I made her too nervous... "No. Amoxicillin is an antibiotic, derivative of Penicillin and often used for low level treatment, such as common bacterial ailments."

Come to think of it, that bone saw didn't even belong in this drawer. What moron did the staff now keep thought it a good idea? Sciurus picked it up, studying it with a frown and testing the weight. He picked the tweezers up with his other hand before he got distracted, but to turn and stare at Sammy with an eyebrow raised, holding both instruments. "I would not think so... Even if I had to cut the finger off, gangrene is not permitted near my patients."

(Don't you worry about me dear, just glad to see you here. emotion_bigheart *snug-snug* Ooooh, adventures! Tell me more~)

Orrin did not understand much of that, other than something burning. Which was nice to hear, he thought. Fire was always good, right? But he had no time to ask about that, as he was starting to hear voices down the hall. The zombie sat right up, with the blanket around him, and went back to hugging the front seat. "L-let's go...! ...Please...?" He tried his very best puppy eyes, hoping that such things might work on mechanical beings as well.