Post by ☤Theodorijk Wijzemens on Jun 4, 2009 3:02:17 GMT
Location: A small town near the French HQ for the 3ID.
It had been three months since Theodorijk Wijzemens had escaped from the Nazis. He had successfully built a new life for himself and a successful practise in Ally-Occupied France. Every day, one of the towns people came in with some injury or malady. He charged a simple price: 150 Francs for anything. He saw many children with shrapnel and adults as well. Though, the war did feel as if it were over. There were no more explosions. No more bombs. No more bullets. The vast majority of the ills people had was disease -- good old lovely disease; the kind of work a man could sink his teeth into, in the medical sense.
With the small fortune he was making and the money he had collecte from his home in Amsterdam, the civilian doctor was living fairly comfortably in a two level duplex. He used the living room as his medical area and the dinging room and kitchen as his own personal area. The first floor ((second to yanks)) was the bedroom. There was still no indoor plumbing in the area and the doctor had relegated himself to digging the new hole in the backyard when he had first arrived.
The village he had set himself up in was near the 3ID base. Many of the Americans would often come into town during the evening and help build the local economy with their purchases of wine, beer, and anything else that had even the slightest hint of alcohol. Many of the townspeople decried the Americans, but Theo was perfectly fine with it. they also brought about good business for the good doctor. Often times, a soldier with a bad scuffle injury or stomach ache after a long night on the town would visit him to avoid reporting to the army doctor.
the docot's neighbours were not amused, though, by the constant entrance and exit of sick people through the doctor's door. The de Lieuere family was next door. Monsieur Lieuere was man about forty-years old. He had been a resistance member and nationalist. He disliked Theo's Dutch ethnicity, but it didn't stop him from coming tot he doctor's low rates for treatment when one of his seven children was ill. Already, Theo had treated the entire family. Flu season did wonders for business.
As the keen doctor sat in his dining room, looking at the bills he had to pay. He looked around his room as a knock came at his door. He went through the room and entered the living room where the door was located. The living room had a long table standing in the centre of it. A waiting stand was at the side with some basic instruments set on it. A heavy cabinet stood against the far wall next to the curtained windows that opened onto the street.
The knocking continued; Theo went to the door and opened it....
It had been three months since Theodorijk Wijzemens had escaped from the Nazis. He had successfully built a new life for himself and a successful practise in Ally-Occupied France. Every day, one of the towns people came in with some injury or malady. He charged a simple price: 150 Francs for anything. He saw many children with shrapnel and adults as well. Though, the war did feel as if it were over. There were no more explosions. No more bombs. No more bullets. The vast majority of the ills people had was disease -- good old lovely disease; the kind of work a man could sink his teeth into, in the medical sense.
With the small fortune he was making and the money he had collecte from his home in Amsterdam, the civilian doctor was living fairly comfortably in a two level duplex. He used the living room as his medical area and the dinging room and kitchen as his own personal area. The first floor ((second to yanks)) was the bedroom. There was still no indoor plumbing in the area and the doctor had relegated himself to digging the new hole in the backyard when he had first arrived.
The village he had set himself up in was near the 3ID base. Many of the Americans would often come into town during the evening and help build the local economy with their purchases of wine, beer, and anything else that had even the slightest hint of alcohol. Many of the townspeople decried the Americans, but Theo was perfectly fine with it. they also brought about good business for the good doctor. Often times, a soldier with a bad scuffle injury or stomach ache after a long night on the town would visit him to avoid reporting to the army doctor.
the docot's neighbours were not amused, though, by the constant entrance and exit of sick people through the doctor's door. The de Lieuere family was next door. Monsieur Lieuere was man about forty-years old. He had been a resistance member and nationalist. He disliked Theo's Dutch ethnicity, but it didn't stop him from coming tot he doctor's low rates for treatment when one of his seven children was ill. Already, Theo had treated the entire family. Flu season did wonders for business.
As the keen doctor sat in his dining room, looking at the bills he had to pay. He looked around his room as a knock came at his door. He went through the room and entered the living room where the door was located. The living room had a long table standing in the centre of it. A waiting stand was at the side with some basic instruments set on it. A heavy cabinet stood against the far wall next to the curtained windows that opened onto the street.
The knocking continued; Theo went to the door and opened it....
