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 All in a Day's Work, - Cooper Tanaka [Zed]
Michelle Cordero
 Posted: Feb 23 2017, 08:35 PM
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Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Late afternoon


It had been a relatively slow day. Well, as slow as a small town hospital ER could be. There had been a steady enough flow of patients but nothing that the limited staff couldn't handle without much strain. The usual of work accidents, sick kids that only had colds and not the plague, so they had to return to school, older men and women complaining of chest pain. No emergencies, no traumas. Michelle had been occupied, never bored, but hadn't really been all that challenged in the great scheme of things.

She supposed she should be glad of that, that all her patients had been relatively easy to diagnose and treat. It certainly made the day a lot less stressful. However, Michelle thrived on action, the more the better. Not that she would ever wish anything horrendous on anyone in town, of course not. Never. But still... a tiny part of her craved the heart-pounding madness that came with a true emergency entering the hospital. Putting all of her knowledge and skills to use. Saving a man or a woman who might not have made it without her help.

A sigh as she headed back towards the nurses station and away from the small doctors' lounge and locker room where she had gone for more coffee. At least her shift was almost over. She started a mental list of what she needed to do when she got home. Let the dog out. Stop for groceries; her fridge was unbearably empty. Go for a run, if it was nice enough out. Maybe start on her taxes. Catch up on bills and other paperwork. And not necessarily all in that order.

Coming back out, there was a bit of a commotion going on around the desk. Thinking it was a trauma, a paramedic coming in, she hurried up. But the ambulance bay was empty, dim, quiet. The waiting room was devoid of future patients as well for the moment. Michelle glanced back over at the nurses huddled together. Posed a questioning eye and before she could voice her thought, one of them spoke up. "We've been listening to the scanner... it's static-y but we think a cop's been hurt... or a cop shot someone... hard to tell." The doctor rolled her eyes; the scanner was supposed to be for communicating with the EMTs not for gossip. "Well, let me know if you hear a real emergency..."



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Cooper Tanaka
 Posted: Feb 26 2017, 11:35 PM
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It had been a normal day for Cooper, just another day in South Lochland just your usual assaults, public intoxication, a few armed robberies and prostitution busts. But today was a bit more action filled with one particular case taking up nearly four hours, which mostly involved him and a few officers dealing with a particular drug bust. About a kilogram of street ready meth and enough weapons to upstart a small gang. Of course no shots were fired but there were plenty of busts to be made an one particular foot pursuit in which Cooper found himself running to chase. It was a young Hispanic out of towner who was just the transporter, bringing the meth to the town for distribution.

The bust was led by the narcotics and gang units which had assistance and manpower from patrol, Cooper was there on a purely supervisory role for patrol to make sure everything was done and conducted by the books. Crime scene borders properly maintained, and the rights of the arrested respected and even as far as to ensure the chain of custody for all evidence was short, simple and incorruptible in the eyes of even the most adept of defense attorneys. Cooper's foot pursuit led him through the Odyssey Club, through the back roads of South Lochland and even through a few houses before the suspect decided to fight rather run.

Cooper was lucky he was in shape because the man was in enough shape to give him a run for his money, the chase and subsequent fight lasted approximately thirty three minutes. By the time back up was able to get to him they found Cooper sitting on the edge of public utilities junction box. His uniform covered in smears of blood, dirt and sweat, half of his face bleeding, the rest polished in sweat as he stared at the handcuffed body, and the brass shell casings on the ground in front of him. The man got his hands on a knife as was able to slash Cooper with a considerable wound on the side of his head.

That was enough however to justify use of deadly force as Cooper put two in the man's chest, enough to incapacitate him enough to handcuff him and watch him laying there and bleeding while Cooper caught his breath.In the end both men had cuts, scrapes, bruises, and blood had been shed, and yet only one of them were given two additional holes to wear on their bodies despite the fact neither of them were dead. By the time EMS arrived Cooper was sitting on the verge of exhaustion from the running, the wrestling and the fighting he had his own bound pushed by some guy who seemed like he regularly trained in triathlons.

Did Cooper feel guilty for taking a life? No, it wasn't the first he had taken in the line of duty and if asked he was sure it would never be his last. With the way he looked no chances were taken despite Cooper's protest to the contrary his own adrenaline hid the pain he should've been in. He was restrained to a gurney his duty belt and with it his weapons taken as a precaution for any officer being transported. Cooper didn't really remember much about after the fight, nor the whole conversation he had with the EMT's all he knew now was that he was strapped down, with EKG sensors put to his neck and an IV of fluids being pumped into him. His eyes darted from side to side as his pain was coming in waves that were larger and larger.

He could hear the EMT speaking into the radio with the hospital they were on route towards, "On route police officer injured, concussion, several lacerations on the facial area and contusions on the facial, neck, and around the flanges. Single deep laceration to the side of the head and signs of Hypovolemia." Cooper closed his eyes but couldn't seem to drift off, instead distracted by the constant touching and sounds of the ambulances roaring it's way to the hospital. But soon he felt it come to a stop and the rear doors opened as the EMT's moved to pull out the gurney as Cooper laid there helpless and laying in place.
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Michelle Cordero
 Posted: Mar 13 2017, 07:42 PM
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The words were barely out of her mouth when the radio at the desk crackled. She turned back around, having been ready to head off to find something to do with her remaining time. Perhaps check supplies, run some inventory. Organize paperwork. Anything to keep busy until she could check out and head on home. One of the nurses grabbed the handset and communicated back with the ambulance, all busy-like now, no longer gossipy, gathering more details. Michelle peered up at the clock. Realized it would be another late night, an extended shift.

With a sigh, she stepped off to the side and texted one of her friends to go check on Marlin her dog. He had been alone all day and would likely be going crazy soon enough. Especially if she was late getting home. Michelle supposed it was all her fault, anyway, thinking about how it would have been nice to have a bit of excitement injected into her day. Not the breathless chaos of a metropolis ER like Miami--Lochland would never reach those levels--but just something. Oh well, she had gotten her wish, unwanted though it was now, with the worst timing.

But she was a doctor first and foremost and so she shoved those thoughts away and readied herself for the incoming injured man. A cop, of course. Michelle called over to get one of the trauma rooms prepped. It hadn't sounded as if the officer was in life-threatening danger, but she figured she might as room use the room since it was empty. Better to treat all his injuries all in one place. And she was always in the mindset of better to go overboard than to be inadequately prepared. Especially depending on the severity of the hypovolemia.

A couple minutes later, she standing at the bay doors as the paramedics backed up to the doors and then ran around to debark their patient. Together with a nurse, they all pushed the gurney into the waiting trauma room. Michelle counted aloud and then they lifted the wounded officer onto the hospital bed so that the EMTs could be on their way, leaving their patient to the staff of the emergency department. She thanked them quickly, asked a nurse to get IVs started, and then took a few moments to study her new charge.

On the surface, she could immediately see a lot of contusions all over. Lacerations on his hands and lips. It looked like he had been through a few rounds with Ali. All of those were superficial, though, and not serious. What worried her the most was the deep cut on his head and the possibility of a concussion. As well as the blood loss. She leaned over to look her patient in the eye. "Hello, Officer. I'm Dr. Cordero. Can you tell me what happened?" Though she could treat him with or without the information, sometimes it helped to narrow down a diagnosis. As well, it would help determine his mental state. Plus, if honest with herself, she was curious; her best friend was a cop, a detective, and she had never seen Lucas in this condition.

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Cooper Tanaka
 Posted: Mar 15 2017, 12:51 PM
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When the ambulance stopped in the bay and the doors opened he merely laid there, sighing to himself at the predicament he was in the suspect was likely being taken to county and he here to the town hospital given the differing severity of the injuries or if the dickwad died prior to arrival. And while Cooper wished death on no man, he was feeling a bit salty after the physical altercation and getting cut in the side of his head, Sera wasn't going to like this at all.

He stared upwardly trying to ignore the headache as the move shifting him self inside the ambulance, a brief tome outside before he was rushed to the inside and looking at the passing florescent lights. The collar and shoulder of his uniform was stained with the blood from the cut on his head that was still bleeding and hadn't yet clotted given how deep it was but generally Cooper was just pissed. Transferred to a different bed his eyes shifted to look the doctor in the eyes as he forced a slight smile given how he really felt. It wasn't his first rodeo in the hospital, hell he'd had much worse he just hated having to go in the first place.

"Hey Doc, I'm Officer Tanaka and what happened is I got my ass kicked pursuant of an evasive suspect I lost other officer and pursued alone when I cornered the suspect I commanded him to get on his knees and notified him that he was under arrest. The suspect resisted and assaulted me and during the altercation the suspect grabbed a discard knife from the nearby garbage and attempted to stab be several times, attempts to disarm him failed and during that time I was cut in the head. In fear of my life and safety I used deadly force and shot him twice center mass. I follow up with detaining the suspect with handcuffs and called for both back up, disclosed my location and requested an RA response."

He said just to let her known of what happened as best as he could recall, and how he cited it to the detectives that arrived given his use of force. But Cooper couldn't help but wonder where they were taking him as he looked to the doctor. "Where we going by the way?" Despite the fact they weren't actually moving at all but it felt like they were and the growing queasy feeling he felt in his gut.
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Michelle Cordero
 Posted: Mar 25 2017, 08:57 PM
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Michelle bit back a laugh as the officer explained, far too fully, what had happened. This was no time for her to get into a fit of giggles. It would not be professional. But she found it amusing nonetheless, all the cop jargon he had just thrown at her, as if she were his superior needing a play-by-play and not his treating physician. Of course, she understood everything, but that was not the point. Though, she supposed it was her own damn fault for asking him in the first place. She had just expected a more succinct answer.

To keep him from noticing her slip in composure, she gestured that his head collar could be removed. The man obviously had no neck or spinal injuries. It had been mere precaution anyway, as had the body board he had come in with. So far all he was presenting with was what the paramedics had called in with, and she was prepared to get him all checked over, cleaned up, and stitched up. And then see to his possible concussion. At least she had gathered one important detail from his monologue of police officer facts: how he had received the cut on his head. Michelle made a mental note to add a tetanus shot to the list; there was no telling what was on the knife the subject had used on Officer Tanaka.

She was all prepared to set her plans in motion when her patient asked something rather alarming, considering his current state. Michelle stepped back up to him. "We are not going anywhere. Your bed is stationary. Do you feel all right?" Reaching into the breast pocket of her white coat, she grabbed a pen light and flicked it on. Brought it to his face and shined it quickly back and forth into his eyes to check for dilation or other abnormal signs. Given his lucidity in remembering what happened to him, she had thought at the worst a mild concussion, in addition to the deep but treatable cut, but this symptom was a little disturbing. Any laughter was long forgotten.

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Cooper Tanaka
 Posted: Mar 28 2017, 11:18 AM
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Cooper had been a cop for nearly all his adult life after college, and he learned very quickly that saying anything about a situation out of context when it might go to court could bite someone in the ass hard. Say if the family sought to sue him for excessive force or even push for murder charges and if he said to a doctor or in a hospital that he blew away some dumb ass that deserved to die that wouldn't sound very good in a court of law. No matter how truthful it was, so cops had to be careful on how to present things and ensure they didn't self incriminate or paint what they had to do in any light that could be shaded as bad.

So when the doctor asked him, he gave her a professional play by play, covering all bases the only thing that wasn't included was the when and where, but that was unimportant to how he got injuries unless he contracted some infection and they wanted to know a possible source. Feeling the neck collar coming off Cooper turned his head side to side most to get a stretch in his neck tendons as he groaned despite only having worn it for a fifteen minutes. When the doctor informed him he wasn't actually moving at all Cooper sighed and knew he likely had a concussion then. "Slightly nauseous... a bit of a head ache." Cooper tried to relax but he was honestly feeling a little hot thought at no fault to injuries he was still dressed for cool weather, in doors and while wearing a vest under his uniform.

When she shone the pen light into his eyes she might notice his pupils they had a delay in constricting to the light, there was simply no reaction before his squinted his eyes in reaction. "Damn.. that's a bright ass light." He commented quietly as he laid there at the mercy of a medical professional. Cooper then smirked and he adjusted while still laying down, "Cordero.. I'm not completely fluent but that's Spanish for lamb, isn't it?" He hadn't needed to speak Spanish in quite some time but he still remembered when he was more fluent in it living in Arizona where it practically had to be a second language given the amount of Hispanics who lived in the area. And as a cop you had to serve the community, and when most of them spoke Spanish.. well as the saying went, when in Rome do as the roman's do.
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Michelle Cordero
 Posted: Apr 5 2017, 07:29 PM
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Completely running in doctor mode now that she was concerned about her patient's continuing symptoms, she did not react to his humor. Except to file it away in the back of her head and to add it to the list of reasons why he could or not have a concussion. Some of what he presented with fit, and some of it did not. However, concussions were not always so cut and dry; many people did not experience all of the symptoms, just a few of them. And that was enough to consider it seriously.

Because while he was experiencing some of the physical symptoms: nausea, headache, sensitivity to light, his cognition was still very good. Having just recited the last hour or more of his life to her a few moments ago. And remembering her name when she had introduced herself upon his arrival to the hospital. Michelle was thinking that while he did likely have a concussion, it was of the milder variety. But she was not willing yet to give her initial thoughts any credence. The doctor preferred to have all the information in front of her before making a final diagnosis; she would never speak her theories aloud to a patient.

Tucking her penlight back away, she answered him. While utterly businesslike in her treatment, Michelle still preferred to continue some sort of friendly bedside manner. The balance of the two was decided on a patient-by-patient basis, though. Some needed more conversation than others to stay calm. Others would rather have quiet. And also on the seriousness of the case; some simply did not allow for socialization if a real trauma was going on, because she was busy enacting emergency protocols for saving someone's life. She had decided that Officer Tanaka lay somewhere in the middle.

"I had heard that, yes..." Probably from her grandmother, when the older woman had been trying to teach Spanish to her grandchildren. Michelle remembered a few things from back then, but had grown out of practice with her ancestors' language. She probably could recall more Latin, in fact, if pressed, due to all those medical classes. "I'm not so fluent myself," she admitted. "I'm sure to the shame of all of my Cuban grandparents." All were now gone, but she could feel the guilt yet.

"So headache, nausea... any dizziness? Ringing in your ears? Fatigue? Anything like that? Also: can you tell me exactly how and where you think you hit your head? Do you know if you lost consciousness at all?" She was reasonably assured of his mental acuity so far, and would refrain from the time being in asking more questions about who he was, where he was, what year it was, and such things. In what he had been able to remember so far, that part appeared to be working just fine. The other symptoms, though, could be just as serious, and she needed more information.


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Cooper Tanaka
 Posted: Apr 7 2017, 11:37 PM
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Cooper left Doctor things to doctors and took care of the rest when applicable and right now he just laid there made small talk and let the doctor do her thing. Cooper didn't know what he had, he wished he didn't have to come to the hospital at all but things happened and that was just a part of the job. Mentioning the source of her name she agreed that she'd heard it before only to bring up she wasn't so fluent as Cooper smirked while laying there. "I'm rusty but apparently it's a perishable skill... language, less you use it the more you forget about it." When she brought up the symptoms Cooper processed it and spoke back to give her a as accurate reply as possible.

"Headache, check. Nausea, slight. Dizziness, check. Ringing, nope. Fatigue, end of a twelve hour shift so check. And I think when I was punched twice and hit my head on a big dumpster during the struggle. And when the knife hit, it was a blunt knife and he hit me with it like he was using it as a cleaver. And no Doc, no loss of consciousness to my knowledge." Cooper had gotten concussions before so he wasn't new to this line of questions. the faster he was treated the faster he could eventually get back on the streets, sadly it was the focus of his life after Lainey and Sera so during the work hours he put in the time with all his effort.

"Hey Doc you don't think I can get a ibuprofen or something? My head and feeling all kind of throbbing ... because of the cut mostly." He emphasized describing the source of his current pain.
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Michelle Cordero
 Posted: Apr 24 2017, 07:20 PM
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Some doctors would probably have been horrified at how personal she allowed herself to get with her patients. In this case, revealing her heritage. But Michelle was never one shirk at such things. Of course, she understood there had to be some distance in the doctor-patient relationship. However, she also believed strongly in connecting with her patients, no matter how briefly they might be in each other's company. It could help calm them, get their minds off of what was going on. Plus, she just didn't see any advantage to acting like a wholly different person at work than she did in social situations.

She was already aware of the headache. But she made note that the nausea he was feeling was not severe. Though that could have subsided now that he was lying down and not moving. Especially since he had dizziness as well. So far, she was encouraged by the answers she was getting, both directly from her patient and from what she was observing and make internal judgments on. Officer Tanaka may just have a mild concussion, nothing more serious than that. Michelle would still keep him a bit longer, though, for observation, before she let him go.

There was that wound on his head to take care of, after all. Generally stitches were something left up to the nurses while she went on to another case, another patient. But this was not a usual case, and she wanted to keep an eye on him. Stepping off to the side to gather what she needed, she heard his question. Looking back over her shoulder, "We'll get you taken care of, no problem," and she gestured to one of the nurses. "Something better than ibuprofen." She smiled.

Returning to his side with a suture kit, "Now let's get that little cut all stitched up." Making light of what was a fairly serious wound. Though it seemed to have started coagulating a bit, it was definitely not something a simple Band-Aid could cover up. First, though, she had to clean it up of whatever in the alley the officer had picked up, and who knows what was on the knife to begin with. "This may sting a little until the painkiller kicks in." Hopefully the other woman had gotten the hint as well to go ahead and give the man a tetanus shot in addition to what she was already giving him.

After doing her best to clean and irrigate the cut, she grabbed needle and thread. "So..." Confident that any pain he was feeling or would feel would be lessened, she nevertheless decided to keep him talking. To keep his focus elsewhere and so she could continue to evaluate his mental state. "Have you been with the department long? I'm not sure I remember seeing you before." Michelle glanced over at him before turning her full attention on his head and what she was doing with said needle and thread. "My friend Lucas works there, and I've been down to the station a few times over the past couple of years."

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Cooper Tanaka
 Posted: Jun 4 2017, 01:56 AM
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Cooper understood it, getting on a personal level to build rapport, to get the person's mind off the now and help them focus on something other than the pain or the shock of it all. He'd done it everyday of duty he worked, despite the level of physical duty and force usually used it was a people job, it required talking and conversing and getting leads and making people comfortable and trusting him. When she addressed the level of pain he was feeling he was grateful for the pain killers coming.

"Thanks Doc, you're good people I don't care what all the nurses have been saying about you." He joked. he turned his head to cooperate when she wanted to then stitch him up and he remained still so she could have easy work of it. He smiled slightly at the job about it stinging, "Not as much as what made it I'm fairly certain about that." Cooper said only to soon feel the rush of pain killers coming in through the IV as he sighed and felt himself relax a bit. It was as nice cooling rush that he felt as the pain washed away and was soon replaced by a more blissful feeling that was more normal than reflective of his injuries.

She asked about his tenure with the department as he sighed and thought about it. "Wow well a year and some change, I transferred laterally from Tacoma Arizona, did a stint with Phoenix before that though." When she mentioned Lucas of course Cooper knew about him, knew his face but wasn't exactly familiar with the man. "I know of him, a good guy from what I hear, hopefully you were down there for good reasons and not bad ones." He teased and laid there while she worked.
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Michelle Cordero
 Posted: Jun 17 2017, 12:23 PM
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Michelle nodded, her fingers moving deftly back and forth. A year: she hadn't been to see Lucas at the department in a while, so it was understandable that she had not crossed paths with Officer Tanaka yet. And given their similar career paths, they likely worked the same hours, not leaving any room for overlap, except in cases as the officer found himself in now. Generally when doctors and police found themselves in the same room, it was not for a good reason.

She smiled then when he complimented her dear friend. 'He is. One of the best." Lucas had been the one to suggest the move to Lochland Grove to her when she was looking for a new after residency. "And yes... No worries. All my visits have been on the up and up... dropping off doughnuts for him or a lunch or whatever." Though sadly, they had drifted a bit lately, explaining why she hadn't been down to see him in several months. They still met for dinner once in a while, talked, texted, but with all her new friends here in town, her socializing had been spread a bit more thin to encompass them all.

A couple more passes, and she tied off the end of the thread. Sitting back, "Thirteen stitches, in case anyone ever asks." Michelle winked at him before setting to cleaning up her tools and things. "But Arizona, huh? What brought you all the way out here to the East Coast?" Curious, because she had made a move of her own, down from Florida to up here to Connecticut. Not to mention, wanting to keep him talking as she continued to evaluate his injuries and decided what further treatment, if any, he would require.


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Cooper Tanaka
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It rarely was a good reason a cop visited or met a doctor, it meant one of two things. One, someone died and they needed medical expertise on a cause of death, toxicology, or time of death, cause of injury, extent of injury or injury on his or herself either way it was rarely a good visit filled with good intentions and good feelings. Cooper smiled now, not so much in pain as he was feeling a bit more euphoric than pained at the moment thanks to anesthetic pharmacology. But what she said about doughnuts had him chuckling, "The whole department needs to cut down on doughnuts, cheap sugar filled pastries are ... well empty calories to say the least, regardless of being delicious."

Apart from his energy drink regiment Cooper ate and drank pretty healthy, when she finished up and mentioned how many stitches he had Cooper glanced off to the side, "Damn, that sucks... recovery time?" He asked so he could document it with the department and plan time off accordingly when she later asked what brought him there from Arizona Cooper thought to himself for a few moments and shrugged. "I needed a change of scenery, I grew up there... it became suffocating." He said truthfully without layering on too much truth to the equation of his past.

"It's funny, so many people who move here are from big cities, large populations, cultural mixing pots only to move to a small town barely noticeable on a map of the state of Connecticut. Maybe there's something in Lochland's water supply that's so intriguing." He joked again but really it made you wonder, if you weren't a local you were from a big city a majority of the time.
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Michelle Cordero
 Posted: Jun 19 2017, 06:46 PM
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She hadn't dared laugh at his doughnut comment, as she still had a sharp object in her hand near his eye. But she had cracked a smile. Of course, she realized the pastries were not the healthiest of food choices. However, like everything else, all in moderation. As long as the cops did not eat them as replacements for meals and subsisted on doughnuts alone, she could not see the harm in it. Michelle herself liked a few guilty indulgences from time to time. It just meant a few more laps in the pool or around the block.

Returning to his side, Michelle nodded. "I could see how the desert would be suffocating." Obviously it was likely he meant it on a deeper level, but she tried to keep things lighthearted. No need for her to get into his life story here on the hospital bed. "I've never been out there myself, but I have heard from friends. And my brother has been out in Arizona for baseball too, though during the winter." She couldn't imagine the heat during the summer months.

Applying a clean bandage over the cut she had just sutured closed, "I suppose so... I came from Miami, so I guess I fit the stereotype," a smile on her face. "I'm not sure I can comment on the water. Lucas is the one who actually suggested Lochland to me. He had come up here a few years before to help with his grandparents." Just making conversation, not meaning to get too personal with him. Sometimes things just slipped out when she was talking; her openness was not always relegated just for her friends.

"There, that part is all set. As for recovery... I would like to leave them in for a couple weeks, just to make sure it heals properly. I'll give you some extra bandages too. Change it every day or so, maybe more often at first, if it oozes a bit. Just as long as you keep it clean and dry. We gave you a tetanus, but I may prescribe an antibiotic for infection as well." She gave him another once over, then asked: "How are you feeling now? Still experience a headache, dizziness, anything?" The pain meds would be helping with some of that, but she was still concerned about a concussion.

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Cooper Tanaka
 Posted: Jun 25 2017, 05:04 PM
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Cooper was athletically fit and active enough to indulge if he so desired, but her comment of the desert being suffocating he only nodded in reply not seeking to further divulge his life at that point there. He did mean it on a deeper level but one he would keep to himself, and not speak about considered he literally just met her. "Winter huh? Heh.. it doesn't really have a winter just hot and not as hot I guess the later could count as a winter of sorts along with freak rains and the flash floods that come with it. Cooper remained still while the bandages were applied and she spoke of being of Miami.

"The only stereotypes of that place I know are that those from Miami are passionately and tend to have fiery tempers." If he wasn't involved he might have thrown a flirt to follow that but he restrained himself. Cooper smiled after her comment of the water, "I guess I can't blame you I ended up here, for the better I admit." Cooper didn't mind her frankness it was better than silence. When she finished she then mentioned what he had to do, keep them there that was the easy part. and to change the bandage every now and then. When she asked about how he was feeling now he was quiet almost as if going over his own body a bit.

"Right now I feel good no pain, no headache.. though I think that might be the meds, a little light headed still but the nausea passed so ... how bad is it, do you think I'll need to stay for the night or two?" Cooper asked if only to make arrangements and have some clothes brought from his house, he knew who he'd have to call and she ... might be pissed or worried or both.
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