All Riley wanted to do was kick back with a cigarette and a bottle of tequila and drink until she couldn't feel her face anymore. The day had been aggravating from the daybreak, starting with a watcher who had required stitches becuse he'd cut his hand sharpening a knife that he'd brought with him with a rock that he'd found. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't whined and cried like a little bitch the whole time. She'd damn near been tempted to knock him over the head with a rock and knock him out so she could work in peace.

Then there was the hunter that had gotten a rash because he'd rubbed a weird plant (because he'd wanted to camouflage his scent) that no one knew what it was on his face - he'd ended up with a rash that resembled poison ivy and Riley didn't have anything with her that could lessen his symptoms because she hadn't gotten her supplies in. Needless to say he wasn't too happy and accused her of being a shitty medic, which resulted in her promptly throwing him out and telling him that if he came back she'd kick his ass all the way to Nemus.

Ugh. People were the worst

There had been several other people after that and had treated a few minor cuts, a burn, she turned people away because she didn't have allergy pills or sunscrene, and there was a sprained finger that she wrapped because she didn't have any splints yet. She had just sat down in her makeshift chair and she was hoping that no one else would come in to bother her because she was tired of dealing with Petra Exterior's whining, crying population -- in retrospect she should have gone into another field entirely. Maybe ... say ... a Watcher so she could shoot the people that annoyed her. But Riley had just begun to relax when she heard the voice calling out hello. "Ugh." She groaned, but she didn't even bother to look at who was calling out. "What?! What do you want?"


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Riley rolled her eyes when the girl started to say that she fell because she expected her to continue on to say that she'd scraped her knee and had a boo boo and needed a bandaid. That wasn't the case, though, and when the girl said that she thought she'd broken her arm the orange haired medic finally turned to look at her, one eyebrow arching skeptically because she hadn't really seen anyone seriously injured since she'd gotten to Petra Exterior. Bumps and brusies, scraps and cuts were the norm, but not broken bones. "You fell and broke your arm." The medic repeated. "What, did you fall off a cliff?"

Har arms crossed as she stared at the injured girl, listening to her as she apologized for being there because she was sure that she was busy. That made the expression on Riley's face soften fractionally and she sighed. "Sit right there." She instructed her, motioning to the makeshift chair she typically used for patients. "Try not to pass out and don't throw up on my floor." Riley said. She watched Annia for a minute to make sure she wouldn't pass out then went off to get the trauma kit that she'd taken with her.

"Unforunately I can't do any x-rays on your arm because, well..." She shrugged figuring she really didn't need to explain that it was because they were on a foreign planet with no electricity and very minimal modern conveniences. She grabbed the kit and walked back to where Annia was seated and crouched down next to her. "So we're gonna have to do this the old fashioned way." She gently rolled up the sleeve of Annia's shirt all the way to her shoulder. "On a scale from one to ten - one being no pain and ten being you're dying -, what's your pain level? And I want you to try to turn your hand so your palm is facing up."

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Riley raised an eyebrow when the girl admitted that she hadn't been watching where she'd been walking. "I bet you'll watch where you're walking now." She really couldn't believe how careless some people were. They all knew that they weren't on Earth anymore. They knew that they didn't have all of the modern conveniences that they did at home and yet everyone seemed so careless about everything they did. Honestly, she thought that if she wasn't there to patch up watchers who got too carried away with their training and airheads that walked off cliffs they'd all end up killing themselves.

Her face remained impassive as Annia rated her pain. Personally, she didn't think a four was too bad, but then she tended to have a high tolerance for pain when compared to some other people. "Okay, now turn your hand over and tell me what your pain is." She was quiet, then, her attention fixed on the girl's hand as she seemed to struggle to turn it over.

"You have some bruising right here." Riley said, gently touching her fingertip to Annia's forearm, just below her elbow. "And it looks a little swollen, but ..." She frowned, her head tilting slightly. "Do you have any numbness in your hand? Or your fingertips?" She waited for Annia to answer her question, still frowning and she spoke again. "I want to feel your arm." She said. "Y'know, for bone fragments if it's broken. Do you want something to bite on so you don't whine?"

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"Sounds like a stupid job." Riley retorted. Seriously, though, what kind of job required that you shouldn't look out for yourself? "What use are you if you can't do your job and pull your own weight? Shit's already difficult enough around here without having the added responsibility of taking care of someone who hurt themselves because of stupidity." It was the same thing she'd told the watcher as she'd stitched up his hand. The girl's explanation that it was a small drop that had snuck up on her sounded more like an excuse than anything else, and the medic rolled her eyes. "Pay attention next time." She said. "Next time it might not be a small drop off and we'll be wasting our time looking for a body once someone notices you're missing." And, honestly, they all had better things to be doing than searching for a missing person.

Their conversation drifted back to the girl's injured arm and Riley frowned when she said she had numbness in the tips of her fingers. "It means you either broke or fractured it." She answered the other girl's question. She just didn't know which one it was. It wasn't like they could have x-rays done to see what was going on inside of her arm. Nevermind the fact that she was an EMT and not an actual doctor or surgeon, but whatever. She was the closest thing that they had on Petra Exterior to a doctor, so they'd just have to deal with it until a full fledged doctor finally made it off of the ships.

Annia's "i don't know" about not whining didn't sound too promising, and so Riley dug into her trauma kit and produced a bite stck. "Bite down on that." She said. "So you don't bite your tongue and give me more to fix." She waited until the girl was situated then began to palpate her arm to feel for bone fragments.

"Mmmm ... I think it's just fractured." She said a few minutes later. She sighed because there was no way she could make a cast and she didn't have her box with all of her splints in it. The only thing she could think to do was use the sling she had in her trauma kit to keep the arm immobile until it healed or until she got her box with her splints in. But then she could also make a splint with sticks, which would probably be her best bet. She turned and dug through the kit once more until she found the sling then turned back to Annia. "Put your arm in this. When you're ready we're going to go make a splint."


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