Post by Hosp. Aid Patrick O'Connors on Jul 13, 2009 4:53:41 GMT
Location: English Medical ward
Time: 7:30 pm
Weather: forty two degrees, Night
Patrick sat in wooden chair in the medical ward. His eyes were closed and he had five o'clock shadow. Patrick was thinking about all the death he has seen and how much more he will probably see. He was waiting for his shift to end and for the next chap to take over for him. Patrick had been working non stop for two days now and was in need of rest. Patrick had a mug of imitation coffee next to him. It did not do much for him and it tasted rather bad. He could have went and got real coffee but he could not leave the medical ward. Patrick wished Aldo was still alive but he definatly died in the bombing of the hospital back in england. He wondered how Jason his friend was doing and what he was up too. Patrick looked around the ward and thought of how horrible of a place it was. Death was learking around the corner for some of the people. Patrick hated seeing people suffer it hurt him badly to think what it must be like to be injured in battle. That was his one fear of going to battle tho, other than that he wanted to go help his comrades on the front. Patrick liked the English cities it was a nice change rather than the cities back in the states.
Patrick finished up his thoughts and coffee. He stood up and decided to go on his rounds. He started checking with his usual patients. After ten minutes of checking patients he decided to see if there was any new faces around. Patrick spotted a young woman and walked over to her. "What is a lass like you doing here?" He asked the lady. Patrick thought she was cute compared to the usual women in england. "My name be Patrick O'connors, there anything ye need just ask" He said with a smile on his face. "i must be going to check on the rest of me lads, It is nice to meet you" Patrick said. Patrick than walked off and continued checking his patients. One of them he recognized from basic training, his name was John Smith or something like that. Patrick really did not pay attetion to his fellow comrades names in basic training. Patrick started to converse with John and asked him what had happened.
After a few minutes of talking Patrick checked the rest of his lads. "All doing fine it seems" Patrick said to himself aloud. Patrick walked back toward the lady. "M'am sorry i had to check on the lads, now what was it that you needed?" Patrick asked polietly. Patrick reached into his medical bag and pulled out a half empty whiskey bottle. He took a swig out of it. "Sorry for drinking infront of you, it is just a stressful job." Patrick said. Patrick put the cork back in the top of the bottle and returned it to his medical bag. He than heard one of his lads yelling in agony. "Sorry M'am i must help the lad" Patrick said while excusing himself. Patrick quickly moved toward the screaming man. He asked what was wrong and the man explained it felt like his leg was on fire from where he had been shot. Patrick reached into the medical back and took out a syrette. He than injected it into the man's thigh. The man's screaming quickly came to an end. The man thanked Patrick. Patrick nodded and walked to his chair and table in the middle of the room. He took off his helmet and set it on the table. He than reached into his Medical bag and pulled out a small pencil along with his journal. He opened up to a page and quickly jotted a few things down.
Time: 7:30 pm
Weather: forty two degrees, Night
Patrick sat in wooden chair in the medical ward. His eyes were closed and he had five o'clock shadow. Patrick was thinking about all the death he has seen and how much more he will probably see. He was waiting for his shift to end and for the next chap to take over for him. Patrick had been working non stop for two days now and was in need of rest. Patrick had a mug of imitation coffee next to him. It did not do much for him and it tasted rather bad. He could have went and got real coffee but he could not leave the medical ward. Patrick wished Aldo was still alive but he definatly died in the bombing of the hospital back in england. He wondered how Jason his friend was doing and what he was up too. Patrick looked around the ward and thought of how horrible of a place it was. Death was learking around the corner for some of the people. Patrick hated seeing people suffer it hurt him badly to think what it must be like to be injured in battle. That was his one fear of going to battle tho, other than that he wanted to go help his comrades on the front. Patrick liked the English cities it was a nice change rather than the cities back in the states.
Patrick finished up his thoughts and coffee. He stood up and decided to go on his rounds. He started checking with his usual patients. After ten minutes of checking patients he decided to see if there was any new faces around. Patrick spotted a young woman and walked over to her. "What is a lass like you doing here?" He asked the lady. Patrick thought she was cute compared to the usual women in england. "My name be Patrick O'connors, there anything ye need just ask" He said with a smile on his face. "i must be going to check on the rest of me lads, It is nice to meet you" Patrick said. Patrick than walked off and continued checking his patients. One of them he recognized from basic training, his name was John Smith or something like that. Patrick really did not pay attetion to his fellow comrades names in basic training. Patrick started to converse with John and asked him what had happened.
After a few minutes of talking Patrick checked the rest of his lads. "All doing fine it seems" Patrick said to himself aloud. Patrick walked back toward the lady. "M'am sorry i had to check on the lads, now what was it that you needed?" Patrick asked polietly. Patrick reached into his medical bag and pulled out a half empty whiskey bottle. He took a swig out of it. "Sorry for drinking infront of you, it is just a stressful job." Patrick said. Patrick put the cork back in the top of the bottle and returned it to his medical bag. He than heard one of his lads yelling in agony. "Sorry M'am i must help the lad" Patrick said while excusing himself. Patrick quickly moved toward the screaming man. He asked what was wrong and the man explained it felt like his leg was on fire from where he had been shot. Patrick reached into the medical back and took out a syrette. He than injected it into the man's thigh. The man's screaming quickly came to an end. The man thanked Patrick. Patrick nodded and walked to his chair and table in the middle of the room. He took off his helmet and set it on the table. He than reached into his Medical bag and pulled out a small pencil along with his journal. He opened up to a page and quickly jotted a few things down.
