Jo, the Vampire Slayer
Dec. 3rd, 2011 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misseDisclaimer: Don't own or claim rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural.
Note: Initial dialogue from this transcript
Note2: The plot bunny strikes again! A piece of silliness that infected my brain, and now yours.
Note3: Set Graduation Day Part II for Buffy, and pre-series for Supernatural.
"The bones are set, and the damage to the kidneys is repairable," the doctor murmurs. "But the head trauma, its… well its simply to severe. You know, it’s a wonder she's alive at all, with the blood loss. - I… I'm sorry Sir, there is almost no chance at all that she is ever going to regain consciousness."
"It's your day," her 'father' mourns.
~~~~~
“I'm just glad I didn't tell him everything,” the doctor admits to his colleague. It wasn't a good idea to piss off powerful people, and someone had done that just as soon as he had left the room. The window was going to need replacing from that little contretemps.
“What did you leave out?”
“We nearly lost her. She flatlined on the table. Twice. Probably contributed to the brain damage. Not that falling however far onto a moving truck is exactly great for a person's head, but flatlining doesn't help any, either. Not in her condition.”
~~~~~
The blonde teenager wandered into the kitchen, holding the rather sad remnants of an alarm clock.
“Joanna Beth Harvelle,” her mother scolded, “what did you do?”
“Tried to turn it off? Honest, Mom!”
Note: Initial dialogue from this transcript
Note2: The plot bunny strikes again! A piece of silliness that infected my brain, and now yours.
Note3: Set Graduation Day Part II for Buffy, and pre-series for Supernatural.
"The bones are set, and the damage to the kidneys is repairable," the doctor murmurs. "But the head trauma, its… well its simply to severe. You know, it’s a wonder she's alive at all, with the blood loss. - I… I'm sorry Sir, there is almost no chance at all that she is ever going to regain consciousness."
"It's your day," her 'father' mourns.
“I'm just glad I didn't tell him everything,” the doctor admits to his colleague. It wasn't a good idea to piss off powerful people, and someone had done that just as soon as he had left the room. The window was going to need replacing from that little contretemps.
“What did you leave out?”
“We nearly lost her. She flatlined on the table. Twice. Probably contributed to the brain damage. Not that falling however far onto a moving truck is exactly great for a person's head, but flatlining doesn't help any, either. Not in her condition.”
The blonde teenager wandered into the kitchen, holding the rather sad remnants of an alarm clock.
“Joanna Beth Harvelle,” her mother scolded, “what did you do?”
“Tried to turn it off? Honest, Mom!”