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Paul Harris

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Jun 4, 2017 | 4:59 pm
“Well it doesn’t look like anything’s broken,” Paul informed his patient after examining the ankle. He straightened up in his seat and straightened the stethoscope around his neck. “But, I’m not an x-ray machine so you will have to go have a couple of those before the final diagnosis can be given. How’s that sound?”

Paul left his seat and went to his patient’s side. He offered a hand so as to assist in getting to the wheelchair. “I hope you don’t mind a little ride in the chair. I won’t take the turns too quick,” he joked, while undoing the blood pressure cuff from around the arm and unclipping the pulse ox from the finger. Both items were tossed onto the little metal bedside table. “So, how exactly did you have this accident? Tripping on a rug? Did you say you were in the kitchen, cooking?”

He hoped those questions were not too personal. He was just trying to get the story straight so as to make the proper notes in the chat. He was known for many things and detailed chart notes was one of those things he was known for. It was important. A muddled description could lead to the wrong treatment. That was never a good thing.

“Most people love my driving though. I’m a great driver, so don’t worry,” he continued, standing there and waiting for his patient to stand up. “I know all the secrets to make the drive smooth as a baby’s behind.”
Jul 31, 2016 | 9:51 pm


Paul || Eugene || Harris


"I have a story I never told" – Built for the Sea




birth name :: Paul Eugene Harris
alias :: N/A
nickname(s) :: Gene or Paulie
age :: 37
calling :: Innocent
sexuality :: Heterosexual
status :: Single
occupation :: ER Nurse
origins :: original character





eyes :: Hazel
hair :: Black with an undercut
height :: 5’ 9”
build :: Muscular
distinguishing marks :: Scar on his right knee and two tattoos (heartbeat on left pectoral and hourglass on right shoulder)
play-by :: Michael Raymond-James


      - - - - [character name] likes
      • Tattoos
      • Helping others
      • Running
      • Hamburgers
      • Coffee
      - - - - [character name] dislikes
      • The news
      • Sleeping
      • Pricks who are bigoted about race, gender, sexuality, religion
      • Clutter
      • Unorganized Files
      - - - - powers
      • Putting in an IV/drawing blood
      • Running
      • Grilling food
      - - - - strengths
      • Listening to others
      • Calming people down
      • Dealing with ER chaos
      - - - - weaknesses
      • People in trouble (he will defend anyone in trouble and help injured)
      • Heights
      • His knee (doesn’t stop him from running though)
      - - - - secret
      • His heart stopped for 3 minutes.
      - - - - dreams
      • To settle down and start a family
      • To travel to all 50 states in the U.S.
      - - - - fears
      • To settle down and start a family
      • Heights
      - - - - things of note
      • He became a nurse because of how well they took care of him after knee surgery
      • He had to have knee surgery after falling during track meet.


h.i.s.t.o.r.y.


Paul’s life would be described as the epitome of normal. He comes from a middle-class family who lived in the suburbs. His dad’s a banker. His mom’s a dental hygienist. He has a younger sister who is currently working on her master’s in psychology.

The only slightly interesting about him is that he was adopted by his current family when he was 7-years-old. However, he doesn’t think it’s an interesting fact about him. In his eyes, the Harris clan is his real family. Paul thinks it is was more interesting that his heart stopped during what was supposed to be a relatively routine knee surgery.

From the time he was 9-years-old until he was 16-years-old he ran track and was pretty good at in (even won medals). He figured he’d continue his running career for decades and even planned on going to college under a track scholarship. That changed when he tripped during a track meet and before he could right himself, another running crashed on top of him. This resulted in a serious knee injury that required surgery.

All went well until his heart stopped for a couple minutes. The surgeon operating on him got his heart started and knee repaired. Even after extensive physical therapy, he could not compete any longer so, with great difficulty, Paul gave up his dreams of being a track star. Instead, he decided to focus on nursing because the nurses that took care of him inspired him. Their abilities were awe-inspiring.

After high school, he went onto college where he met his first serious girlfriend. They stayed together for four years until they graduated. Both had Bachelors of nursing, but she went off to another school. He stayed and got his RN and then his Master’s in nursing. After graduating, he ended up working in the ER as a night shift nurse and he’s been in that job for five years.
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r.o.l.e.p.l.a.y. s.a.m.p.l.e.


[blockquote] He stood in front of the automatic doors. The hot air flew through the entrance and blasted against his face. Under his scrub top, his back shivered and goose flesh rose from the air conditioned air inside. He just stood and stared. He probably looked ridiculous. Paul didn’t care. He was too tired to care what he looked like right then. God, what a night – sometimes he wasn’t sure it would ever end. It must have been the full moon. The emergency room stayed packed the whole night; there were even still patients coming in when he clocked out. Worst of all, everything that could go wrong went wrong.

Light go out? That happened in the first half hour. The air condition shut down? That happened during hour three. Out of sterile gauze? Twenty times in 10 hours. Ice Maker break? That came during hour six and the hallway had flooded with water and ice cubes. It had been a rough night to say the least. Actually, he would have said it was one of the worst and was glad to be going home. However, first stop was a little dive around the corner. Paul might be exhausted, but he was also starving. More than just hospital food was needed to make it through the rest of the day.

After getting a good glaring at by a nurse, Paul smiled sheepishly. Standing there was a big no no. Paramedics with their next patient (or two) could come pouring into the emergency room. They would either have to slow down to miss Paul standing there (thus risking the lives of the injured) or not slow down and run over Paul (thus risking his life). Neither were good options. Moving was the only right thing to do. So, with weary reluctance, he stepped out of the door.

He was in the nick of time. Just as he crossed the street with wide, lanky strides, an ambulance pulled up. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched the paramedics push open the rear doors of the vehicle and wheel a bruised and bleeding young woman from the back. If he would have to guess it looked like she’d been riding her bike, skidded on some gravel and went flying. But it was only a guess, even if his gut told him it was the right call. Paul was not about to go back and find out.

The shift was over. It had been long and grueling. But Paul would do it again in an instant. Well, he would be in two day’s time. He had today and tomorrow off. Then, it was back to administering to the sick and injured. What a life he lived, but it was not one he would change. Well, he might take that back. Someday, he’d like to find someone special to spend his life with. Someday, he’d like to have kids or adopt. Then his life would be perfect in his eyes. Right now it was near perfect. Someday though. Someday. [blockquote]



[blockquote]puppeteer :: Kay
age :: 29
facebook handle :: Kay Ziegler (I’m already there)
contact :: PM here or FB
how did you find us :: I’ve been a member of the family for a very long time.

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