Hetalia Hospital RP

After giving the medcation to Illnois, his last patient for the day, Iceland walks out into the hallway and towards the elevator - only to remember that it was jammed. He sighed, annoyed, and turned around to find a Canadian surrounded by the police. "Hello, Matthew. I see that you are back."
Canada hangs his head in shame as Iceland leads him by the arm to his room. He shuts the door and sets him on the bed. "Are you ready to take your shots now?"

The young blonde shakes his head and retreats to the far corner of the bed. The Canadian is dreadfully afraid of shots, mostly because of the plethora of them given to him, and of the nightmares that he gets when the shots make him sleep. He suffers from extreme isonmia and paranoia, so as a result, he never sleeps or eats.

(( that last one was from me, my sister screwed up my stuff))

As the girl is climbing up she spots an air vent and climbs in there, as she is climbing in the air vents she finds Matthews room right below her. So the takes the air vent off and drops down into Mathews room then puts the vent thingy back on securing it tightly. "Hello Iceland! I have the meds for Mathew". And she hands the shot to Iceland. ((I MADE IT OUT THE ELEVATOR. YUSS))

Iceland jumps back in shock as Feliciana jumps down from the ceiling with a sharp object. He blinks a few times after she hands him the shot. His eyes closed, he shakes his head and puts a hand on it, "That was dangerous," he says, worried for the little Italian. "That isn't all of his shots, though. He is needing more of them." Iceland walks over to the cupboard and unlocks it. He scrolls down the many needles... One... Two... Three... He feels compassion for the Canadian and thinks, 'Poor Matthew. He really does have a lot, more then I think he needs. Stupid American system of medicine. Can't think of anything natural. Why would a hospital in Canada even have this system? I guess it's near the border...' As he backs away from the cupboard and relocks it, he holds out five different needles, all different shapes and sizes and colors. "Okay," he says to Canada, "Are you ready now? Please don't struggle." He glances at the Italian doctor next to him, "Dr. Vargas I may need help."

Little did Iceland know, his thoughts had distracted him into giving Matthew the wrong medication. Yet he never noticed, and nobody would question him because he was the doctor.

The scared little Canadian shakes his head and backs up more. He notices a difference in the meds, but just thinks he's hallusinating again. He tries his best to hide from the scary needles and is praying for mercy on his little Canadian soul.

Feliciana nods "ill help you." *she walks over to Matthew to try to calm him down* "its ok Matthew it will be over before you know it" She pats him on the head "nobody likes needles, so please don't make it hard on us." She looks over to Iceland and back to Matthew "Are you ready Matthew?" ((im sorry is really short I couldn't think of anything ;n;))

Just before Iceland finishes injecting the first needle, he freezes. Shivering, he slowly turns the shot to see the label, and panic fills his system when he reads, 'Anti Venom'. "No..." he said under his breath. 'What have I done?' he thought, then mutters to himself, "Stupid!" He stands up and hurries to the cabinet, fumbling for the key and dropping it, then cursing and unlocking it. He sees no such thing as an 'Anti Anti Venom' and grabs his hair. He walks over to the phone, dreading reporting this. But he had to. A life was on the line.
Meanwhile, the Canadian is starting to show the side effects of Anti Venom without a snake bite. A rash was quickly spreading from the area of the shot, and the area itself was starting to turn purple.

The young Canadian flails his arms freaking out, repeating himself over and over "please tell me I'm hallucinating, please tell me I'm hallucinating!!!!!! Oh my maple I'm going to die!!!!!! Oh I feel sleepy......." The young blonde falls onto the ground, fainted as the anti venom spreads in his system.

Feliciana gasps and covers her mouth "OMYGODICELANDWHATDIDYOUDO??" and then she sees the Canadian fall over. she runs over to catch him so he doesn't hit his head. "Is there an anti medicine for anti venom?!" she shouts knowing how stupid that must sound. but the she looks over to Iceland and he was really looking for it. The Italian girl starts freaking out the looks over to Matthews arm. "O MY GOD!!" the entire area that the shot was injected was purple now. "Iceland! his arm is purple!! I've never had to deal with this before and I don't know how to treat this!!" and then she looks over to the panicking Icelandic man "Hurry! the purple might spread!"

Iceland calls the special hospital for help, but messes up the number three times due to his own nervousness and Feleciana's panicking. Once he finally gets it right, the lady answers with, "Hello, this is the specialist hospital for Canadian people. Are you a Canadian is need?" Iceland sighs, annoyed. He hates this stuck up Canadian hospital. They won't accept any other citizens! "I'm not Canadian," he replies, "but I am an Icelandic doctor in need of help. I accidentally put 'Anti Venom into-"
The lady hung up. 'Stupid snobs!' he thought. He dialed the number again, and another lady answered, "Hello, this is the specialist hospital for Canadian people. Are you a Canadian is need?" "No, but I have one right next to me! I am a doctor who accidentally put Anti Venom into a Canadian man without a snake bite! His arm got a rash on it which is now turning purple. How do I heal this?" The woman paused for a moment, "Are you from another country...?" Iceland replied with a "...Yes?" She sighed angrily into the phone, then muttered to herself, "People from other countries are stupid." She got louder and said, "Please hold!" Obnoxious loud music blasted into his ear and he jerks the phone away. He looks over at Fem!Italy and says, "Now I'm on hold."
Five minutes later, a man on the other line interrupts the music with, "Are you there?" Iceland picks the phone back up and says, "Yes." The doctor on the other line explained what he had to do. Iceland says, "Thank you." and puts the phone down. He walks to the cabinet, which was still open, and takes out the 'Anti Venom-Spread' which was cleverly hidden between the Ibuprofen and Tylenol. He takes it and quickly puts it into the spot where the first shot was.

as the girl watches Iceland get hung up on, she thinks about what could happen. witch Is not helping her panicking "what if his arm bursts? what if his arm falls off, O MY GOD THIS ISNT HELPING" and then she starts panicking loudly and then hears really loud music and Iceland says "Now I'm on Hold." and she calms down knowing that they didn't hang up and they are trying to come up with a solution. But this music is really annoying. Then the music goes off after a few minutes. "thank god." she thinks and then Iceland hangs up the phone. "well? what did they say?" and then Iceland comes over to the Canadian with Anti venom spread. he puts it where the shot was injected and the purple goes away a little "well I'm guessing they told you to put that stuff on him?" she says looking at Matthews arm and then to Iceland.

Iceland nods and rubs a little more on the infected area. He gets up and puts the spread away, then pulls out another shot with a really long name that is hard to pronounce. He reads over it three times as he walks over to unconscious Matthew and then another time just to make sure. He kneels down and puts it into his arm and as he put it in he says under his breath, "Please please please please please..." Once he put it in, it quickly went to work. He felt Canada's arm throbbing, then the purple faded away completely. There was just a large red rash along his arm now, which stubbornly wouldn't go away. Iceland raises his eyebrows, "It's like magic." He then sighs loudly in relief, that he hadn't killed the patient, then sits down on the floor. He looks at Canada, thinking of how long the mental patient would be here. Not long, he guesses. Canada was slowly getting better, and should be gone in about five weeks, free. With lots of therapy. Expensive therapy. Wow, he felt bad for the man. All those expenses...
Iceland looks up at Fem!Italy, "I really hate my job. I came here wanting to help people."