Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Intervention ❯ Dr. Feelgood ( Chapter 11 )

Author's Note Characters may appear OOC. Tried to keep them as close to cannon as possible, but considering I'm writing this not the people at SquareEnix, you'll have to deal.

Disclaimers I don't own the boys and girls of Final Fantasy 7, SquareEnix does.

 

 

11 - Doctor Feelgood

 

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's gonna be your Frankenstein

-- Doctor Feelgood by Motley Crue

 

 

“Doc,” Rude said as he shook the hand offered to him. “How bad is it?”

 

“To be brutally honest the damage is quite extensive, but at least he's stable enough to not need emergency surgery,” said Doctor Jorgen. He gestured for Rude to accompany him to the observation room attached to the room Reno was going to be in. The back wall was covered with light boxes used to display x-rays and other transparencies. “A majority of his bones have been broken and then healed incorrectly over the past week. It has caused a backlash, sending his entire system into shock. Our options are currently limited and the longer we wait the slimmer his chances will become,” Doctor Jorgen explained as he tacked up the x-rays.

 

Rude watched though the observation window as Reno was wheeled into the room. It looked as if more tubes and IVs were connected then possible, making him look delicate, fragile even in the sea of sterile white. The last time he'd seen his younger partner in this bad a shape was just after the Sector Seven disaster. Now, like the, Rude was the only one that could legally make the decision when the redhead couldn't. “You worked on Reno the last time he was this bad Doc, I know how good you are at making miracles and repairing broken bodies. If you say options are limited and getting slimmer by the moment, then do what you have to, to get my partner back up and going again.”

 

Doctor Jorgen nodded. “Alright, I'll get one of the nurses to put together the necessary paperwork. In the mean time we'll start getting everything prepped for the procedures.”

 

Rude nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest, still watching the room beyond the window.

 

“Don't worry Rude, he's a fighter,” the doctor said with a smile.

 

The big man smiled slightly and nodded. “Yeah, and there's someone else now that will kick his ass in the right direction once he's back up and going again. She won't let him backslide anymore.”

 

The doctor glanced past the big Turk at the petite blonde sitting by Reno's bed and chuckled. “I don't think I'd want to get her mad at me either if she's a Turk like you and Reno. I value my life too much. Anyways, I need to get the ball rolling on my end. It's good to see you again Rude, just wish it wasn't under these circumstances.” Jorgen patted the big man's back a moment before heading towards the door.

 

“I hear you Doc,” Rude replied back as he continued to watch the pair through the window. After all the nurses' departed and only Elena was left, he exited the observation room and entered Reno's room. “Hey rookie, how are you holding up?” he asked as he moved to her side, hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

 

Elena nodded as she looked up, one hand gently stroking back the redhead's hair. “OK for now,” she said as she looked back down.

 

“Reno's in good hands with Doc Jorgen. He's been know to pull off miracles when everyone else thinks there's no chance.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

Rude squeezed her shoulder gently. “Yeah, I'm sure. He's the one that put the little redhead back together after the sector seven disaster. Come on little sister, Reno's going to be out of it for a while so I don't think he'll even know we're here for him.”

 

“But...”

 

Rude shook his head. “You can come to visit every day for as long as the nurses let you.” He thought about it for a few moments before making a decision. “When your ready, come on out to the Nurse's station. I have to sign the paperwork anyways so I can add you to the list then.”

 

“The list?” Elena questioned.

 

“Of authorized visitors when Reno's in ICU.”

 

“Oh,” Elena nodded even though she didn't fully understand what he was talking about. “I'll be out in a few.”

 

The big man nodded again then left the room. Glancing left then right for the nurses station. Once he found it he nodded a greeting, ignoring the alarmed look he got for being in bloody combat fatigues. “Doctor Jorgen said there was paperwork I needed to sign in order to started the procedures necessary.”

 

“The name of the patient?”

 

“Last name Reno first name Turk,” Rude said. He, like most Turks, dropped their real last names at the beginning of their career, switching their first name to Turk and either keeping their first or getting a new name as their last.

 

“Thank you,” the nurse said as she started looking though the files of paperwork neatly racked to the side. “Ah, here we go. Let's see...,” she read over the note stuck to the inside of the folder. “Just sign where marked on each page Mr. Rude.”

 

Picking up a pen he started adding his signature to almost every single piece of paper in the file. “I need to add someone to the list of authorized visitors for Reno while he's in ICU.”

 

The nurse nodded again, “Not a problem, let me get the authorization paperwork.” She stood up and went to a small metal filing cabinet under one of the counters. After a moment of looking though she found what she wanted and closed it up. “Here we go, all we need is the person's name, a copy of their ID and if possible a color photo. Once it's complete we can issue a ICU keycard.”

 

Rude grunted in acknowledgment as he continued to sign his name to the papers. He was almost finished when Reno's bed was wheeled out of the assigned room, several nurses as well as Elena was accompanying the gurney. Rude caught her by the arm before she slipped past him. “Got your ID on you?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, why?” the petite blonde asked as she watched the gurney vanish around the corner.

 

“Need to get a copy of it before they give you an ICU keycard so you can visit the little redhead when he's laid up.”

 

Elena handed over her ID to the nurse, still looking in the direction of where the gurney vanished. “What's going to happen from here?” she asked the nurse when she turned back around.

 

The nurse glanced at Rude first waiting for permission to divulge any information. Once she had it she explained that Reno would be cleaned up then taken to ICU, from there the doctor in charge of his case would take over the progress of his care.

 

“Little sister I know you want to go sit with Reno, but right now you'd be shuffled off to a waiting room until they get him settled. The best option for the moment is to come back tomorrow when things are less chaotic,” Rude said as he draped an arm over Elena's shoulders to guide her out of the emergency room. “Now, do you want to go home or do you want to join me in cleaning up Reno's place and finding out what caused all this trouble in the first place?”

 

Elena was torn; she really wanted to stay with Reno but knew she was just going to be in the way. Yet at the same time she wanted to know what had happened as well. Finally logic won out over desire. Nodding she sighed. “Let's get down to the bottom of this mess Rude. I don't want it to happen again.” Looking down at herself she made a face. “I got a better idea, how about we get cleaned up, find something to eat then get a good nights rest before we tackle Reno's apartment?”

 

“Sounds like a plan little sister,” Rude agreed. “By the way, Shachou gave everyone two months Administrative Leave with pay, so no need to worry about work till then. He said it was to get our heads on straight again,” he said as he put an arm over her shoulders to guide her out of the emergency room. “I'll drop you off at your place then in the morning I'll come by to pick you up. We can visit the little redhead then tackle his apartment. Deal?”

 

“Deal,” Elena said with a weak smile.

 

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Once Reno arrived at the assigned ICU room, a swarm of nurses descended upon his unconscious form. He was stripped completely, including jewelry, which was placed in bags to be put in the patient deposit box. He was scrubbed clean; head to toe then dried off then transferred to the clean, dry bed. The nurses then connected the IVs and the catheter as well as intubating him under the watchful eye of Doc Jorgen. The reason for the intubation was so that a respirator could be connected, allowing Reno's battered body to rest as mechanical means took care of his body's functions. And after everything else was connected, the monitors were attached. After everyone returned to their other duties, the room settled into a peaceful quietness broken only by the steady beeps, the quiet hissing and the soft humming of the machines.

 

Once Dr. Jorgen made his rounds, he retreated to his office so that he could start the process of contacting the needed specialists for the upcoming procedures. Top of his list was several orthopedic bone and joint specialists followed by a reputable plastic surgeon. Pulling all the x-rays out of their protective folders, he lined them up on the lighted display box and started studying them. Of course the bones in his torso would need to be taken care of first, his spine didn't appear to be damaged, at least not from the angle he was looking at. The most obvious breaks were the extremities, the lower leg and arms in particular, though the upper legs and arms had their fair share as well.

 

The more he looked at the x-rays and the MRI data, the slimmer Reno's chances were looking and the more determined he was to see the little redhead back up and going again. Pulling out a pad of paper he started scribbling away at a series of possible itineraries for the next few days. He never planed anything farther out then 3 days, because everything could change in a matter of hours or minutes in his profession.