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[jay]

A bed sheet. Of all things, a bed sheet. That was all that had been handy at the time, and desperate times called for desperate measures. Thank goodness blood was easy enough to wash out of the light cotton/polyester fabric.

With a soft sigh, the blond woman sat down after being assessed in triage. The kind paramedic had wrapped the laceration on her arm with a gauze bandage. She sat in the uncomfortable chairs in the ER waiting room with the bloody sheet held in her lap. She leaned to the side slightly, stretching her back. Her metal dog tags clinked gently under her plain white shirt. Fishing them out with her good hand, she looked at her ID with a small grin. Bethany J. Kent, that was her name engraved permanently into the small pieces of metal.

With another sigh, Beth leaned her head back against the wall. This was the worst part of having to go to the ER, the waiting....

[harley]

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DR. JESSE RUPERT

Walking through the crowed hallways of the emergency clinic, Jesse had the choice to pick his case on this specific day. Taking a glance at the clipboard on the nurse's desk, he grabbed it. "Large arm laceration, eh, Suze?" He asked the nurse with a smirk on his face. Ah, the huge flirt. He didn't pull it too far with co-workers, as it could be filed as sexual harrasment, but he may as well try, eh?

He walked into the waiting room and spied the patient almost immediatly. The bloody sheet on her lap gave it all away, and he nodded towards the nurse at the receptionist desk. He called out to the room, thick british accent booming through the small, white and boring room. "Ms. Kent?" He asked, the accent slipping through his lips at the moment he wished it didn't. He tried to cover it up when first meeting people, but that didn't always work.

"Come on in, dear." He said again, eying the arm with the thick bandages. At twenty nine, he was young for his profession, and being single, it was almost too late for the man to settle down with a wife, and even think about children.

So there he was, a sitting duck in a field full of hunters.

[jay]

Beth looked up when she heard her name called. Ms. Kent. Not her favorite title, but she could appreciate the attempted respect shown. She quickly rolled the bed sheet up and tucked it under her good arm as she carefully picked her way through the growing crowd to follow the doctor.... check... the cute doctor. "Um, just Beth is fine, mate," Beth said gently when she neared him, her thick Australian accent clearly ringing through.

She also prickled slightly at being called dear, but it didn't show on her face. Judging by the looks of him he was a good two or three years younger than herself. But, it probably help other patients feel more comfortable, so she humored him for it. Being accustomed to the way things went in the ER, Beth quickly swung herself up onto the examination table. "I was a right dipstick, doc, I'll tell ya that," Beth admitted with a laugh. "Moving stuff around in my apartment, and wasn't I within a cooee of finishing and taking a vase out when I tripped and raced the vase to the floor. Judging by the slice on me arm here, I'd say we tied."

Yep, that was Beth. A rough-n-tumble, genuine, happy-go-lucky Aussie. Her personality suited her looks as her bright green-blue eyes were always dancing with some sort of laugh or mischief.