By no means exhaustive, even if I am exhausted.

[madreen_rua]

Medical Drama AU Meme

Whether you work In a hospital, a clinic, or in the field, the life of a health professional is a busy one. Not to mention everyone else that is needed to help keep things running. (In the vein of shows like ER, Scrubs, MASH)



This meme may contain triggers, please proceed with caution.

It is strongly advised for you to state your preferences, or communicate between yourselves

DIRECTIONS

1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc.
2. Roll a number between 1- 7 / 1-11 with the RNG for a role/prompt (Or not)
3. Reply to others and play the scenario out!



ROLES

1. Doctors
2. Nurses
3. Other specialists/Technical staff (including you - EMS lab staff, psychiatrists, translators)
4. Janitorial staff
5. Administrative Staff (Secretaries, managers, etc)
6. First responders (Firefighters, First aiders, Police)
7. Patients
8. Visitors (Volunteers, family)
9. Other

PROMPTS

1. Patient intake: The dealing with patients option. Which can sometimes mean dealing with queue jumpers, demanding family, or uncooperative people. Those with appointments are prepped and directed to their place of diagnosis or treatment, while the paramedics and ER staff do their best to make sure people are assessed and given the right priority for treatment.


2. The Newbie: From new hires, to internships, you're new and need to start learning the ropes. Sometimes, residents are given the worst shifts because they might as well see how hard it is.


3. Petty drama: It can be personal, to interdepartmental. Different staffing structures, hierarchies, shifts and funding can mean some feel ignored, or feel left out. Why does blood bank always get the new equipment first? The day surgery department staff never do night shifts.


4. The Break room: Lunch, naps, and getting to chat for longer than 5 minutes at a time. Long shifts and odd hours are a norm for many and you enjoy the breaks whenever you get them. Maybe there's only one sofa?


5. Dream team: Your closest friends and coworkers, the nurses who you can always rely on, the janitor who always gives you a heads up on messes, your fellow doctors and nurses who you know will always have your back and do everything efficiently.


6. Off-shift, finally! Down time when you actually get to LEAVE work? Let's go. Whether you plan to hit the sack, or work though the trials and tribulations of scheduling activities, here's some time to sit down and unwind... better hope you're not on-call.


7. I need a consult: Meetings! Interdepartmental cooperation! Working together to get things done! Whether it's admins shuffling a patients for an emergency treatment, lab staff noting an unusual discrepancy in results, or grief counselors helping to break the news to a family, or a translator explaining procedures to a patient every person is essential.


8. Internal emergency: From your code blues, running out of supplies, or even just a burst pipe, something happens in the hospital that makes life difficult for everyone.


9. External emergency: From natural disasters, to an sudden influx of patients, everything suddenly becomes very, very busy.


10. Difficult shift: People have been out with the flu and you've been short staffed for months leaving everyone tired and short tempered, someone is told they have cancer, a patient died when their condition took a turn for the worse. Take the chance to comfort each other. Talk, cry. The worst is when you suffer burn out.


11. Other: Anything else you can think of!

madreen_rua (This has taken too long so I am releasing it into the wild)>

Comments

vasiliy yegorovich ardankin — original, historical/revenant

[m1895]

[ vasiliy's a public-sector EMT in chicago circa 2019, newly returned to the world of the living after his 1940 execution in soviet russia. all of the prompts above sound great, though i'm partial to 1/3/8-10! more info here; content warnings here. ]

iris | ace attorney

[gentleblossom]

( could be au'd into the role of a nurse, patient, volunteer, or visitor! )

kazami tachibana | root double

[sympathizer]

( canonically a first responder, but open to other aus! )

phi | zero escape

[transvenio]

( would be interested in au'ing her as a physician, whether resident, fellow, or attending. )

Penelope Garcia-Criminal Minds

[bauoracle]

[Perky IT girl!]

Stiles Stilinski | TW | OTA

[cassandran]

[ooc: can definitely do lab staff and complain about it. Clinic or hospital also work as settings.

Can start.]

Dorian Gray | The Confessions of Dorian Gray | OTA

[mayfairmonster]

[Most likely a (terrible) administrator of some kind.]

[rockandrollvampire]

[Anything in particular you want to play out/start off with between Admin Gray and Doctor Matthews? ;) ]

[mayfairmonster]

Ordinarily administration is the last job Dorian would want to take on, should he need (or want, as on occasion has happened) to have a job at all. A hospital especially isn't the site of a good party, interesting culture, or experiences that aren't either tragic or... grody. It's an unpleasant place to be all around when it isn't him that's the patient, with reminders of death and the ugliness of mortal fragility at every turn. He wouldn't put up with it if hospital fundraising weren't surprisingly diverting, not a bit unlike high-stakes gambling, and something he seems to have a real knack for.

How did he end up in this position? Who cares~! It's the medical drama meme. But at any rate, his presence definitely doesn't involve having appropriate qualifications or medical training of any kind.

"Doctor Matthews."

Although he might be enjoying the game he seems to have going on with one of the hospital's doctors. Tobias is a gorgeous man, all ruffled hair and long legs, with a smooth voice that's music to the ears. He flashes Toby a smile, charm dialed just right, from the other side of the counter the man's standing behind. Giving the files in his hands a little swish, Dorian plops them down on the countertop between them.

"I hear you're having a little supplies problem." That he might have orchestrated. Patients? Whatever. There's a pretty doctor to have. (And he will, of course. Hardly any of the people he's come onto in this hospital have turned him down, to Dorian's complete lack of surprise.)

[rockandrollvampire]

Toby's not one to really care how the administrative staff end up in his particular hospital, so long as they're helpful when he turns on his most charming smile. And for the most part, they're all very accommodating to his needs and whims. Not all of them to the varying degrees he'd like, but his schedule is a hectic one and some people just don't like the idea of getting involved with a doctor.

Dorian, though... By God that man is gorgeous and helpful when Toby really needs him to be. It helps that they have a steady flirting rapport at this point, making it enjoyable to deal with paperwork fuckups and billing department nightmares.

"Been looking at my files again, have you?" The doctor returns the smile with one of his own, leaning onto the counter and taking a peek at the labels on them. "You're not wrong. I've had a few things delayed lately. Some nonsense with billing or accounting or..." He wave vaguely. "With some department or another." His smile tugs into a grin. "Since you know all about my problems, can I assume you have an idea to help me out of them? I'd be ever so grateful, and happy to treat you to anything you like in return for your assistance."

Yes, anything. If Dorian wants it, he can have it. Especially if that finds the two of them sneaking off literally anywhere that isn't this busy hallway desk.

[mayfairmonster]

They've met like this several times before, but this is the first time that the offer of anything's been blatant. With others --less attractive and charming others-- Dorian might find the lack of challenge or chase a little dull. In this case? It's pleasing to reach out and take something he wants.

"As it so happens, I do have the answers you're looking for. Dr. Darlow's been using more than his fair share, and I have the inventory forms that show it here." Kinda, anyway. You can't exactly call using expected amounts of supplies unfair, but Dorian knows Darlow's the type that won't notice the problem immediately. He's clever but gullible, and Dorian's confident a few smiles and persuasive turns of phrase can get him out of any trouble he might end up in for moving things around. It's how this job has worked from him from day one, whether he's meeting with doctors or influential donors.

"We'll have a drink in my office during after hours." He drops a lingering touch on the other man's arm, smiling. "I've found that all interdepartmental problems are easily solved over a glass of scotch."

[rockandrollvampire]

They've flirted enough by now that a more forward offer fits the mood. If Dorian didn't want it, he'd turn it down and simply offer the supplies. With confirmation that the advance is wanted, Toby's going to act on it.

"I appreciate all your efforts here," he assures the other man, his smile turning into something more spine melting as he briefly rests his fingers atop Dorian's hand. "These are important supplies for my patients, and my nurses will be glad to not have to fight other departments for what they need." All of which is absolutely true. He's just going to play that gratefulness up while they're like this because yes.

Standing up straight, the doctor straightens his coat and stethoscope. "Make sure to have all the files in order when I arrive, Mr. Gray. I need to sign any necessary paperwork before our drink." He pauses a beat, then adds with a sweet smile, "I'll try to find a pair of fresh scrubs before I come by. The last thing I want is for you to deal with a dirty doctor at the end of your day." He winks in Dorian's direction, then makes his way down the hall to start his rounds without another word.

Dorian can be assured Doctor Matthews will show up dirty enough to need the change of scrubs when he's finally off for the day. Toby's only hope is that he won't keep the admin waiting too long. One never knows when patients and general hospital shenanigans will ruin your drink plans, though.

[mayfairmonster]

It’s 8PM by the time the two men manage to catch up with one another again. Dorian’s waiting in his office, blazer folded over the back of his chair, and one hand wrapped around a glass of scotch. He doesn’t usually stay at the hospital this late into the evening, but this time the lingering is definitely worth it. While Dorian waits for Toby to come find him, he settles into relaxing and even pulls out a book from a desk drawer to enjoy.

(It soon gets placed back down again, of course, when he hears the doorknob at the front of his office turn.)

“Doctor Matthews,” Dorian acknowledges the other man with a smile, and gestures to one of the comfortable chairs on the other side of his desk. “I was starting to wonder if you hadn’t changed your mind.” Needless to say, he’s glad that Toby didn’t. It would have been a complete waste of many days of flirting and eagerly awaiting the opportunity to finally catch the other man alone. He offers the doctor a smile, and starts to rise from his own chair. “Can I make a drink for my hard-working and valiant doctor?”

[rockandrollvampire]

It's a little later than Toby had planned when he finally arrives at Dorian's office door, and the doctor honestly expects the man to have gone home for the night. Shameless flirt or not, Administrator Gray isn't exactly known for his patience. Even with the promise of actual business getting done (his nurses were quite upset he put off taking care of all this until after his shift), the chance of them having to take care of it during business hours sometimes over the next few days feels likely.

So imagine the look of surprise on his face when the doorknob turns without resistance and Mr. Gray is seated on the far side of his desk. Guess it really is a lucky day for him. Supplies soon to come, a drink, and hopefully a little something more to help him relax now that his day is done.

"The nurses wouldn't let me go," he quips, grinning. "They finally relented when I told them I had a very important meeting to attend." It sounds more dramatic when he stretches the truth like this. With a heavy sigh, he slumps down into one of the open chairs and nods. "A drink would be incredible, thank you."

As he waits patiently for his drink, the doctor stretches out his long limbs and sets aside the fresh scrubs he brought with him. He's clean enough he doesn't actually need them, but what's a clandestine evening meeting without following through on his excuse for stripping? He's certainly going to want them after they get to... whatever they decide to do one another.

Once he has his glass in hand (after an extra brush of his fingers against Dorian's, of course), Toby raises his glass with a small "cheers." A sip and a satisfied hum later, and he smiles mischievously at the other man. "Day go well?" he asks. "Your door was closed an awful lot today." What did he do behind closed doors, the doctor wonders, and how naughty was it?

[mayfairmonster]

"After we met I spent a few hours parting members of London society from their money." He tips his head, offering Toby a sweet smile that doesn't really fit his words, or his clear relish in persuasion. For all of the humdrum aspects of being a member of the hospital's administration team, this part of his job suits him. He's good with money, and better at talking people into giving it to him. "For the hospital's sake, of course. It's not really something you do with an open door. Talking of which--"

Placing down his glass, Dorian picks up a collection of blue tabbed folders stuffed with sheets of paper and stands up to make his way around his desk. He settles himself onto one of the plush arms of Toby's armchair, crosses his legs smugly, and offers the folders to the man. "I've sorted your supply problem here. Take a look if you like, but I think you'll be happy."

[rockandrollvampire]

Ah, yes, getting the work part of the evening done and out of the way first is a very good idea on Dorian's part. Toby sets aside his glass as well to accept the files, flashing a quick grin up at the other man before he looks them over. It's amazing how well - and quickly - everything seems to have been taken care of, but this is definitely not him complaining. Supplies for his patients will keep the nurses off his ass so he can both make his rounds in peace and take a little free time for himself throughout the day.

"This is brilliant," he says, flipping through a few of the files without looking up. "Everything I wasn't able to get a hold of and you've found it all for me, right here at the hospital, too. I'd think you set this up, except you grabbed it all from Dr. Dar-- ...Darlow..." Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Toby runs a hand through his hair nervously before exhaling a few curses under his breath. Shit shit shit. This is good, but also very bad. He's all for fucking Simon over, but after their last run in a few months ago, a trail of paperwork leading back to him is going to get him in so much trouble. Simon can huff and puff all he wants, but hospital leadership getting on his ass will be a problem.

"Happy as I am to have my supplies and for them to be coming from Dr. Darlow, I can't take them. If Simon finds out I took them, even for good reason, I'm going to get censured." A beat as he looks up at Dorian, frowning. "There's bad blood between us," he explains, "and he'll do anything to get back at me for the last time I made him look a fool."

Minoru - OC

[itmeanstruth]

[ooc: he’s a hospital orderly already. So let’s do this!]

[helland_damnation]

[ooc: fancy a crazy Joe who's fallen from a building doing stupid stunts whilst high and drunk? A cracked head with concussion. Also a sprained wrist and swollen ankle.]

[itmeanstruth]

"FYI, the man in room 81 tried to pull a you." One of the nurses mentioned to Minoru while he was pushing the laundry cart. Minoru stopped. He usually knew what that meant.

"Parkour gone wrong?"

"Trying to climb a building, so the witnesses said." the nurse shook her head, glancing through the files. "The x-rays just came back, wrist and ankle are surprisingly not broken for how swollen they are. But they're keeping him for observation overnight to keep an eye on the concussion, and let him sober up. God knows what the tox screen is going to pull up."

Minoru shook his head. Freeclimbing while inebriated rarely ended well.

"So, fair warning, when you make it down that way. He's pretty out of it mentally, but he's LOUD."

"Thanks for the heads up." Minoru gave a salute and continued down the hall to stock the patient rooms. It's not until he gets to the room and sees the name on the door that he realizes the patient is someone he knows!

[helland_damnation]

Joe was in a bit of pain despite the painkillers he was on. Morphine? Probably. The guy was already doped up on drugs so the medics had decided not to pump him full of opiate painkillers since he might overdose other wise. The bassist was sitting in bed looking miserable but he was still high as a kite and trying to ignore the pain in his wrist, ankle and head.

"This is fucking boring! Let me out of this funny farm. There's nothing wrong with me, sweeties."

His pupils were blown due to the coke and his speech was slurred somewhat due to the massive amounts of Jack he had consumed prior to attempting his climb. Fuck this! He didn't mean to slip but it might have been to do with the heeled boots he was wearing. Again.

"Hello? Is anyone actually listening to me? Nurse? Doctor? Fuck. What a boring piece of crap this is."

[itmeanstruth]

Whether the slurred speech, blown pupils and altered states of consciousness were due to the drugs themselves or a traumatic brain injury was definitely a concern, and the primary reason why Joe was being kept there.

Minoru poked his head in, right as the bassist finished his most recent complaint.

“Joe? What on earth?!”

[helland_damnation]

That voice.

Joe's head snapped up from where he was staring at all the tubes and wires plugged into him. No doubt checking on his vitals since his body was heavily intoxicated with drink and drugs. The parkour guy?

"Minoru? You're a fucking nurse here too? Amazing, mate! You'll be much more fun than these squares who have me plugged into machines like a fucking Christmas tree. Are you here pretending to be a doctor or nurse? That's fucking kinky mate."

The bassist giggled because he was high and drunk. A natural reaction for someone who is often never sober.

"I fell off a building, honey. Landed badly. Smacked my head which hurts like a bitch and did my wrist and ankle in."

[itmeanstruth]

Minoru certainly looked official with his scrubs and his unruly hair pulled back. But not because he trying to impersonate a doctor. In fact, he rolled his eyes at the ‘kinky’ comment.

“Joe, I work here. I’m an orderly, not a nurse.” He bent down to pick up an emesis basin and a couple of other things that looked like they’d been flung toward the door. “I’m sure the actual nurses would prefer you use the call button instead of trying to get their attention by hurling things at the wall.”

At least, he was hoping they were thrown for attention grabbing purposes and not target practice. Nobody had called for security yet, or he would have heard the overhead page.

“The head injury part’s gonna keep you here for at least the rest of the night. Probably most of the morning too.”

The sobering up part went entirely without saying.

[helland_damnation]

The bassist just pouted a little bit and then rubbed his head. He felt like shit and was only trying to make light of his situation but he didn't mean to make fun of Minoru's job. That was never his intention.

"Sorry, mate. I'm just feeling like shit. Just trying to lighten the mood you know?"

His head felt like a lump of lead and his ankle and wrist stang like a bitch. All in all the bassist wasn't doing so good. He hoped the injuries wouldn't take too long to heal because he had to get back on stage with the Angels soon. At least he had his parkour friend here with him now.

"There's a call button? Where?"

Joe looked around oblivious because so far to gain attention he'd been using cups or empty bed pans thrown at the door to get the medical staff's attention. It worked, didn't it?

[itmeanstruth]

It worked until you ran out of cups and empty bed pans. (At least it wasn’t full bed pans. Or else he’d probably be the one having to clean shit up. Literally.) He made sure everything was picked up and placed neatly on the counter across the room.

“The best thing you can do to not feel like shit is to rest while you can.” Minoru offered as he approached Joe’s bedside. With a head injury, they’d only let him sleep for so long at a time anyway - Minoru knew from experience, unfortunately.

He knew the wrist and ankle weren’t broken - or they would be casted by now, not simply wrapped. He picked up a pillow that had probably been kicked off the bed, fluffed it up, and motioned for Joe to put his injured ankle on it.

Last, but not least, he reached down, and lifted up a discarded remote. “This helps angle the bed to make things more comfortable, and the big button on top tells the nurses’ station you need something. Are you in pain?”