Docter here? [Brian]

[theodoreb]

Sweat poured from his neck into his uniform, it felt like snakes crawling into him. He held the man in his arms, who was barely conscious, Theodore walked with the man's arm around his shoulder. He mumbled to himself as he walked swearing that he had to do something which would waste his time as this. But than again the fallen corporal was one of his best mates, they fought together which had already created an unspoken bond between them. Theodore had it with all his mates in the field whether they returned the feeling of help and kindness to not. He could hear that the man's breathing was getting harder and harder. He walked through the grassy areas outside his camp, he was also slightly disappointed that one other private ran away after seeing the bleeding wound of the man.

Well truly no one could be blamed for his current condition. A few men, which to be exact was Theodore and two other soldiers. Since they weren't needed anywhere they all slipped out for a walk talking about stuff mostly about women. Stupid idiot was not looking while talking so Theodore knew the man had no one to blame but himself. Thinking to himself thoroughly he remembered the man's name, Edwards something. One of the reasons he probably remembered his name was that Edward was his middle name too. Although nobody except the one's who looked at his records knew he was Theodore Barker. Nothing more, nothing less. He entered the barracks to have offers of help which he shook off. I got this alright! He's fine, i'm taking to get him checked up.

Luckily for him the camp's hospital was not far away from the entrance. He limped to the destination with the man hanging on his arm, Theodore could feel his clutch on his arm from Edward getting looser and looser which then he reinforced with his other arm. He himself never actually came into the hospital at the camp before. He looked at the blood marks on the man's head wondering if this was serious or not. At least he hoped he himself would not get in any trouble for this.

For all Theodore knew he tripped on a rock and landed on a bigger one. He grinned as he realized the man was stuck between a rock and a hard place, literally. When he arrived hospital attendants helped him take him on a makeshift bed in the camp. So can I have a someone who knows something here or what? He got a little worried as he looked at the man breathing harder a little. Sweat poured from his own glands, leaking more. He sat down on the chair beside the bed relaxing himself. Although he was sure the hospital attendants went to fetch a doctor he waited impatiently, being a pessimist himself, he scared the little un' there with the worst cast scenario's that normally happens in the military. He tried to occupy himself with the conversation but thoughts of disaster crept into his mind. Would the man survive? Would he live to see the rise of another sun? Or was he the lucky one...

[jake]

He was tapping his fingers, all to obviously showing his slight anxiety. Brian despised the rule of smoking in the medical center, despite the fact that medics in the other camps were free to light up whenever they wanted. The doctor in charge was one of those 'Temperance' guys, really religious and full of personal reform. Whatever, the guy should be saving lives, not dictating them. Brian needed some rank soon, he was a big annoyed with the constant commands.

He peered up from the medical records towards the door, watching a figure appear in the window, and going to open the door. Over his shoulders was draped another man, head stained in a reddish hue that was transfered to his hand. "So can I have a someone who knows something here or what?"

There was a deer in the headlights moment in the room for a brief second. The other medic in the area, after snapping out of it, went back to get the doctor. This wasn't supposed to happen off the battlefield! Brian jumped out of his chair, and raced over to the pair, grabbing the carried man's shoulders, and motioning the Sergeant to bring him over to the nearest bed. Once he was laid on the bed, the medic's first instinct was to grab the guaze, and apply pressure. Disregarding the use of gloves, the blood partially soaked through, staining his hands before the bleeding stopped. He took a large roll of 6" gauze and wrapped his head to keep the clotting in place, and took out a small flashlight. "What happened to him?" the medic questioned and he opened the patients eyes, checking for pupil dialatioin. While waiting on the reply, he checked for bruising under the eyes and behind the ears, finding nothing. Good, no spinal injury, or brain damage... at least to the outer portions. Maybe a concusion, internal brain hemmorage at the worst. They'd need the doctor to run tests on the blood for that.

Brian bent back up, standing across the hospital bed from the SFC. Still waiting for the answer, "So?" Normally, he'd never adress a superior as such, but when it came to medical issues, everyone was on the same page. He stared at the SFC, wiping the blood of his hands, trying to piece together this disaster.

[theodoreb]

He let the frightened assistant leave, who was obviously frightened but who didn't want to leave because of Theodore's military status. He watched as the medic enter and examined the body. He didn't answer the medic the first time he asked instead he made himself comfortable, taking of his shoes and unbuttoning the first three buttons on his shirt. He stood up and looked at the medic use the flashlight. Swinging his tired arms around he scanned the room. It was small but it was enough for a place like this. He looked at the bottle of medicine and different kinds of medical equipment for all uses. It would be impossible for a man like him to learn all that. Lucky we have some smart people in the world at least. Not saying Theodore isn't smart, he knew to himself he was not booksmart but he was street savvy as the next kingpin in the city.

For a moment there Theodore forgot what was happening, he kept pacing the room waiting for the medic to finish. The most he knew about medicine was it was either a cut in the outside or in the inside. Outside was generally good but inside meant he was screwed, it was as basic as that. He turned around when the medic asked him again. He got a little shocked since the medic was pretty rude but then again a human life was on the line and on the other hand Theodore wasn't a guy to care about rank-respect either.

Alright so listen up. This stupid twat tripped on a rock and fell face first into the ground. Now guess what! Theodore stopped there increasing the sarcasm and anger in his voice. He was only mad that if he had suffered a big injury then that meant they lost an important soldier for nothing. It was just too stupid to contemplate. Another big rock stood in the way of his head, it broke his fall to the ground. I don't know if the rock hit him fully but I think the damage is done here, am I right?

Sighing he resumed his pacing of the room. Occasionally looking back at the medic then at the body. It went like a cycle repeating itself in swift succession. He finally sat down after he realized that the medic might get a little pissed if he kept walking around the already occupied room which barely had space. He sat down and looked at his fingers, not making eye contact with the man he asked him.So what, Doc? He going to be alright?He spoke quietly in a quite respective tone waiting for a reply, well at least if he managed to live he might get sent back home. Time couldn't pass any slower now...

[jake]

He answered the sergeant's question, now seeming concerned, "Yeah, he don't look too banged up. We'll test it here in a second." He pivoted and walked towards a cabinet, throwing aside the bloody rag he used to wipe off his hands. He opened the large double doors, and scanned the contents looking for what he needed. Upon finding it, he pulled out a box labeled "Ammonia tablet Inhalant," and opened the cover, retrieving one tablet and disposing of the individual wrapping.

He turned back towards the semi-concious man, and bent over him. Sticking the ammonia under his nose, he gave a slap to the man's right cheek, "Hey guy, anyone home?" He didn't respond to the first slap, but the expectation of a second one was enough to bring him to conciousness. He spoke out, a bit grogilly, but it cleared as the pain started to seep through the fog of confusion. He grabbed his head, feeling the gauze and wrap overtop. "Relax, friend, you're alright. The Doc's gonna wanna ask you a few questions," Bran explained as he threw the flashlight into the corporals eyes yet again. Satisfied, he retrieved some Ibuprofen and a glass of water for the man to combat the swelling.

He turned his attention towards the man who brought him in, seeming fatigued, with shoes now off and shirt undone. "You good, sergeant?"

[theodoreb]

Anxiety crept into the Sergeant as he sat in the chair. Staying in the small room with the medic examining the patient wasn't on his to-do list, he didn't even imagine he would have to come into this room since he knew he wasn't due for combat for at least a few more weeks before he would even have to leave barracks to be shipped out then too it wouldn't be guaranteed that he would be in a fight as soon as that so losing one soldier was a bit disappointing. Theodore scratched his head as he thought about what he was going to tell the CO about this, he was pretty confident that the other private would pretend he did nothing and deny everything. It didn't matter anyway it's not like he got assaulted or anything like that.

Theodore sighed a little in relief to the medic's words. He was in awe of the the medicine in the cabinet, if he tried to work it he would probably kill the man and infect himself probably. He moved closer to the medic watching he do what he did, maybe could remember some of these things in times of emergency, you never know whats going to happen in the battlefield whether it is like he said to operate a man on the brink of losing his life or keeping quite enough to pass through a search party.

He nearly started jumping up and down as he heard the man wake up from his deep sleep although he was a spitting image of Theodore when he was drunk. He didn't talk to the man instead gave him a small wave he wasn't sure if the wounded man caught the sign or not.Shit man... You gave me quite a scare there. Don't do stuff like that anymore. He stopped there as he realized the man could not understand him more than how Theodore understood an animal or a crazy German. He noticed the medic turn around to him.

Erm... Yeah. Just a bit sore in the arms, Actually a lot. You got something for that? It was obvious since he had dragged the body from outside on the field to inside the barracks and into the hospital. He didn't ask for any help because more people meant more commotion, and more commotion meant it was just going to be more annoying to get things done. He remembered when he was running after a thief he called for help but the more people who came up on the chase the more he was getting away since most of the chasers were pushing each other to catch the man. He walked near the half-conscious man and looked at the medic waiting for him.

[Christopher J. D'Dario]

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