#emergency visit

[dragoni]

Impeachment Testimony Drove Trump to the Hospital

“The White House has no credibility when it comes to Trump’s dealings with doctors” Vox

[summergirlfaerie]

Back in the hospital!

Apparently my rare abnormal abscess came back with a vengeance after my first surgery. They wanted me to stay over night but dad was able to keep me home until the next surgery tomorrow! Slightly worried because they're doing it differently this time with tons of tubing and stuff. I'm scared guys

[evaneloa-blog]

Emergency Visit (4:03 PM)

From the moment that Katrina burst into the salon looking for a Marissa, Evan knew she was in for a treat. She was trying to tune out the chatter of the bubbly woman in her chair as she worked. But trying in no way meant succeeding. The chipper twenty-something had came into Solstice without an appointment and half of her extensions ripped out. Evan was doing her best not to shudder visibly as the woman informed her in extreme detail just what sexual act her and her boyfriend had been preforming when he gripped the glued-in hair a bit too tightly. It wasn't the worst story she's ever been told while working on a persons hair, but it certainly ranked in the top twenty.

With a forced smile she nodded along and threw in a few agreeing noises just to seem polite; reminding the woman patiently every few seconds to stop jerking her head around so much. Katrina was a tourist that had come in with long layers of bright red hair, with a chunk missing from the back. She had requested that Evan take out her extensions all together and just trim her natural hair into an edgy little pixie cut, believing that it would be easier to maintain for the rest of her vacation. With the extensions long gone into the garbage can, Evan took great care to handle the razor she was using precisely to make up for her clients movements.

At least until Katrina jerked her head back violently while explaining yet another fact about her sex life that Evan had no interest in. Yelping in a mixture of shock and pain the hair dresser sprang back away from her client. The razor clattering to the hardwood floors calling the young woman's attention to Evan. Her eyes widening as she turned in the pink chair, seeing the blood dripping freely from Evan's hand splattering against the hardwood floor beneath them.

“Oh my god, Marissa! Are you okay!?” She chirped beginning to stand up. A strained smile puling her lips taut as she nodded wordlessly not wanting her to get any closer.

“Your hair's done ma'am. It'll be on the house.” Evan delivered in a clipped tone, not bothering to wait for a reply. Backing away from the woman before she laid into her that this was all her fault, she had an injured hand she didn't need to dampen the reputation of her salon along with her injury. Rushing to the sinks towards the back of the salon she rinsed the blood from her hand to try and get a look at the damage. Cursing lowly upon seeing the smooth line of a gash that spanned from her index finger to the heel of her palm.

“Fan-fucking-tastic” She grumbled to herself grabbing a towel from the shelves at her side and wrapping it around her hand a few times not caring that the blood would stain and ruin the pale pink terry fabric. Her mind was too busy trying to figure out how she could run the salon with one less hand. Mulling that possible detriment to Solstice over she locked up the empty salon, got in her car, and took off towards the clinic.