Dr. Lawrence Kutner (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
professionaldefibrillist) wrote2009-03-31 03:06 pm
professionaldefibrillist) wrote2009-03-31 03:06 pm
[MM] Push
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lieu_murphy. Kutner couldn’t resist a fun SPN AU even if he tried.]
It had been a relatively quiet night so far.
Kutner didn’t work in the ER often, but he needed the extra shifts and the extra money. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t have better things to do, but he figured if he was around they might catch an interesting case, and he could stop being bored while House waited for Cuddy to force one on him. He wasn’t a suck up, per say, but finding something that House could use to distract himself would probably be looked upon favorably. He hoped.
House had been acting a bit crazier than usual, especially since that friend of his—were they friends? House didn’t really seem like the ‘friends’ type, unless they were Wilson—got admitted to Psych. Kutner didn’t blame the choice—the woman claimed she was an angel, and despite his faith in things that existed beyond his understanding, he wasn’t so sure that the rest of society shared his point of view.
Then again, most of society wasn’t spending their free weekends salting and burning corpses to stop bloodthirsty ghosts but, what could you do? To each their own.
He was lounging at the admittance desk, waiting for the next patient to come in, when there was a loud shout from the other end of the ER, followed by Cameron shouting for someone to get restraints. Kutner was off like a flash, heading down to the other corner of the ER, and spotting the patient on the bed, thrashing to get the various doctors and nurses off him. He managed to actually throw one of the smaller nurses off his shoulder, and Kutner jumped in soon after, taking the man by the shoulder with one hand and placing the other on his chest, trying to pin him down.
It took a minute for him to not pull back at first just from the shock. The guy was burning up, and his feverish eyes glancing between them—Cameron holding down his opposite shoulder while a guy he didn’t recognize tried to hold down his legs.
“Dean, dude. Calm down.”
“Don’t touch me,” he roared, trying to toss them off again, and Kutner looked over at Cameron in confusion.
“Who is this guy?”
“Walk-in—presented with fever, cough and severe muscle pain. I hadn’t exactly gotten around to grabbing a history yet before he started thrashing.”
Kutner nodded before turning back to the guy at the end of the bed. “His name’s Dean?” The guy nodded, and Kutner turned back to the patient. “Dean, my name is Doctor Kutner, and that’s Doctor Cameron. We’re here to help you.”
Dean’s eyes turned and focused on him again, and suddenly there was a fist in his shirt, yanking him in closer and peering at his face—or, not his face. Kutner did his best to look down at what he was looking at, but whatever it was, it was calming him slightly.
Then again, that also could have been the sedative punched into his leg by the nurse he’d tossed earlier.
“Him.” He turned back to look at Cameron, letting go of his shirt as he started to drop off. “I want him as my doctor.”
Cameron looked absolutely flustered for a moment, before tilting her head to the side slightly and looking back at the tall man at the foot of the bed. “I’m sure Doctor Kutner has other commitments, if you’d like, I can just continue treating him.”
“No, I’m good,” Kutner said quietly. “I’ll take care of it.”
Cameron watched him for a moment uncertainly and possibly a little offended, before looking back at the tall man. “Well, it’s your choice. Since he’s incapacitated—”
“I think I’ll go with my brother on this one, thanks,” the other one said dryly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “But thanks for the help.”
Cameron watched them both carefully, before handing off the chart to Kutner and heading out of the cubicle. Kutner waited for a moment, before pulling the sheet closed behind them, giving them whatever little privacy they could afford, then turned back to Sam, extending a hand to him. “As I said my name is Doctor Kutner. Nice to meet you Mr.—”
“Cayce. Sam Cayce,” the tall man replied, before shaking Kutner’s hand. There was a bit of a pause, before Sam leaned in closer, looking around the same spot where his brother had been. “I know this is probably gonna sound a little strange—but is that an anti-possession charm?”
Kutner’s eyes widened slightly, and he glanced down, pulling at the leather strap that was around his neck, before looking back up at him again. “Whoa, wait—you guys are hunters?”
Sam nodded carefully before looking him over. “—Are you?”
“Part-time,” Kutner said with a bit of a smirk. “I just keep local. New Jersey’s got enough haunting and lore to last any hunter a lifetime. I just try to do what I can when I can.”
“Wow,” Sam shook his head. “Of all the odds of winding up in a hospital with a hunter on staff.”
“More chances for getting a better medical history, right?” Kutner grinned, before making his way over to the side of the bed and looking that actual patient over. “So what seems to be the problem?”
“Dean just got—really sick all of the sudden,” Sam said with a sigh, still following Kutner’s movements carefully with his eyes. “Fever, heavy cough, the pain. I don’t know why he flipped out on the other doctor before, but I have a feeling that whatever he’s got might have something to do with it.”
Kutner nodded slowly, looking over his vitals while his brain tried to figure out what was going on. “Well, his vitals seem good, so we can probably wait till he wakes up to get a fuller list of the symptoms.” He glanced back over at Sam for a moment, and saw the worry on the other man’s face as he watched his brother sleep. “Look, aside from coming into a hospital with a hunter on the payroll, we’ve also got one of the best diagnosticians in the state. If anyone can figure it out, he can.”
Sam looked up at him after a moment, before nodding. “Just—don’t want to lose him, ya know? He’s all I’ve got.”
Kutner nodded as well, before gesturing for him to have a seat. “Let’s just get his history down while we wait, okay?” Sam nodded, sitting down on the edge of his brother’s bed while Kutner moved to sit in one of the chairs. “Alright—let’s start at the beginning—”
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lieu_murphy. Kutner couldn’t resist a fun SPN AU even if he tried.]It had been a relatively quiet night so far.
Kutner didn’t work in the ER often, but he needed the extra shifts and the extra money. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t have better things to do, but he figured if he was around they might catch an interesting case, and he could stop being bored while House waited for Cuddy to force one on him. He wasn’t a suck up, per say, but finding something that House could use to distract himself would probably be looked upon favorably. He hoped.
House had been acting a bit crazier than usual, especially since that friend of his—were they friends? House didn’t really seem like the ‘friends’ type, unless they were Wilson—got admitted to Psych. Kutner didn’t blame the choice—the woman claimed she was an angel, and despite his faith in things that existed beyond his understanding, he wasn’t so sure that the rest of society shared his point of view.
Then again, most of society wasn’t spending their free weekends salting and burning corpses to stop bloodthirsty ghosts but, what could you do? To each their own.
He was lounging at the admittance desk, waiting for the next patient to come in, when there was a loud shout from the other end of the ER, followed by Cameron shouting for someone to get restraints. Kutner was off like a flash, heading down to the other corner of the ER, and spotting the patient on the bed, thrashing to get the various doctors and nurses off him. He managed to actually throw one of the smaller nurses off his shoulder, and Kutner jumped in soon after, taking the man by the shoulder with one hand and placing the other on his chest, trying to pin him down.
It took a minute for him to not pull back at first just from the shock. The guy was burning up, and his feverish eyes glancing between them—Cameron holding down his opposite shoulder while a guy he didn’t recognize tried to hold down his legs.
“Dean, dude. Calm down.”
“Don’t touch me,” he roared, trying to toss them off again, and Kutner looked over at Cameron in confusion.
“Who is this guy?”
“Walk-in—presented with fever, cough and severe muscle pain. I hadn’t exactly gotten around to grabbing a history yet before he started thrashing.”
Kutner nodded before turning back to the guy at the end of the bed. “His name’s Dean?” The guy nodded, and Kutner turned back to the patient. “Dean, my name is Doctor Kutner, and that’s Doctor Cameron. We’re here to help you.”
Dean’s eyes turned and focused on him again, and suddenly there was a fist in his shirt, yanking him in closer and peering at his face—or, not his face. Kutner did his best to look down at what he was looking at, but whatever it was, it was calming him slightly.
Then again, that also could have been the sedative punched into his leg by the nurse he’d tossed earlier.
“Him.” He turned back to look at Cameron, letting go of his shirt as he started to drop off. “I want him as my doctor.”
Cameron looked absolutely flustered for a moment, before tilting her head to the side slightly and looking back at the tall man at the foot of the bed. “I’m sure Doctor Kutner has other commitments, if you’d like, I can just continue treating him.”
“No, I’m good,” Kutner said quietly. “I’ll take care of it.”
Cameron watched him for a moment uncertainly and possibly a little offended, before looking back at the tall man. “Well, it’s your choice. Since he’s incapacitated—”
“I think I’ll go with my brother on this one, thanks,” the other one said dryly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “But thanks for the help.”
Cameron watched them both carefully, before handing off the chart to Kutner and heading out of the cubicle. Kutner waited for a moment, before pulling the sheet closed behind them, giving them whatever little privacy they could afford, then turned back to Sam, extending a hand to him. “As I said my name is Doctor Kutner. Nice to meet you Mr.—”
“Cayce. Sam Cayce,” the tall man replied, before shaking Kutner’s hand. There was a bit of a pause, before Sam leaned in closer, looking around the same spot where his brother had been. “I know this is probably gonna sound a little strange—but is that an anti-possession charm?”
Kutner’s eyes widened slightly, and he glanced down, pulling at the leather strap that was around his neck, before looking back up at him again. “Whoa, wait—you guys are hunters?”
Sam nodded carefully before looking him over. “—Are you?”
“Part-time,” Kutner said with a bit of a smirk. “I just keep local. New Jersey’s got enough haunting and lore to last any hunter a lifetime. I just try to do what I can when I can.”
“Wow,” Sam shook his head. “Of all the odds of winding up in a hospital with a hunter on staff.”
“More chances for getting a better medical history, right?” Kutner grinned, before making his way over to the side of the bed and looking that actual patient over. “So what seems to be the problem?”
“Dean just got—really sick all of the sudden,” Sam said with a sigh, still following Kutner’s movements carefully with his eyes. “Fever, heavy cough, the pain. I don’t know why he flipped out on the other doctor before, but I have a feeling that whatever he’s got might have something to do with it.”
Kutner nodded slowly, looking over his vitals while his brain tried to figure out what was going on. “Well, his vitals seem good, so we can probably wait till he wakes up to get a fuller list of the symptoms.” He glanced back over at Sam for a moment, and saw the worry on the other man’s face as he watched his brother sleep. “Look, aside from coming into a hospital with a hunter on the payroll, we’ve also got one of the best diagnosticians in the state. If anyone can figure it out, he can.”
Sam looked up at him after a moment, before nodding. “Just—don’t want to lose him, ya know? He’s all I’ve got.”
Kutner nodded as well, before gesturing for him to have a seat. “Let’s just get his history down while we wait, okay?” Sam nodded, sitting down on the edge of his brother’s bed while Kutner moved to sit in one of the chairs. “Alright—let’s start at the beginning—”
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