James E. Wilson, MD (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dr_conscience) wrote2011-11-12 09:15 am
dr_conscience) wrote2011-11-12 09:15 am
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[ 70th consult | video / action at the hospital ]
[At about 12:30 AM, a video post makes its way to the network. The feed turns on as the device is nestled down into its place. It looks out over rows of cars - sports cars, ambulances, school buses, police cars, monster trucks, each of them a slightly differently scaled diecast representation of a vehicle. At the edges of the frame, you can just discern the building-block structure upon which the device sits. The carpet that the cars rest on, and the seating beyond them, may be just enough for those familiar with the hospital to discern this as a waiting room in pediatrics. And then, a small child crawls into the picture - brown hair, brown eyes, about four years old. He grabs a monster truck from the back row in his hand and moves it around as he talks in a falsely deepened voice.]
NO. I park up front so I can see Godzilla better!
[And so, he lowers the monster truck and has it drive over the cars which were in front of it - tossing each of them aside with a crashing noise he makes with his mouth. Then, he picks up a bigger monster truck and adopts a slightly different deepened voice.]
Stop picking on little cars!
[And that monster truck tosses the first one aside with a much larger crashing noise, gleefully provided. He puts it down, and grabs a few of the smaller cars, providing their responses:]
Yay, yay! You saved us! Yay!
[And the big truck:]
SHH! NO TALKING DURING THE MOVIE OR I CRUSH YOU.
[ooc: So, someone is four.]
NO. I park up front so I can see Godzilla better!
[And so, he lowers the monster truck and has it drive over the cars which were in front of it - tossing each of them aside with a crashing noise he makes with his mouth. Then, he picks up a bigger monster truck and adopts a slightly different deepened voice.]
Stop picking on little cars!
[And that monster truck tosses the first one aside with a much larger crashing noise, gleefully provided. He puts it down, and grabs a few of the smaller cars, providing their responses:]
Yay, yay! You saved us! Yay!
[And the big truck:]
SHH! NO TALKING DURING THE MOVIE OR I CRUSH YOU.
[ooc: So, someone is four.]
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[He shrugs, too small to doubt that - hospitals are already big and overwhelming. Before he goes, though, he's going to grab the little TV that served as his drive-in screen. He holds it up in one hand as he takes Eden's hand with the other.]
Whassis?
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It's a Network device. Like a camera.
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But it's like a little TV!
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[She takes her, turns it on to their station, and waves]
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That's amazing. Can you see me?
[Now he's on his tiptoes trying to see her screen since, currently, she actually towers over him.]
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[She leans down to show him.]
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Wow...
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[He pokes at it for a few moments, almost so enthralled that he's forgotten why he's at the hospital. Almost.]
D'you think my dad got lost?
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You think mommy will be with the doctors a long time?
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