Post by Cpl. Joe Claude on Sept 2, 2008 15:15:41 GMT
It was nearing the end of another busy day in the field hospital and Cecilia; the young nurse had been told she was on night duty for yet another night. She had been on night duty for the last three nights running and had to do it again as she could speak French for sick French soldiers and was an all round nice person, also quiet pretty which entertained the men who could speak, most could just moan and shout out in their sleep, that was what she hated most about being a nurse...the poor soldiers, lying, dying in their beds and shouting out for their mothers...her brother Leon could have been one of them, but he was long dead now and was never talked about among the family.
Her old boyfriend, Robbie...who had gone off into the army at 17 could be one of these men, in another field hospital in another country altogether and that was why Cecilia was so passionate about looking after sick people because she had people in her life that may have gone through the same things.
She came into the ward, just as dusk fell, lamps were on and the sights of men in beds, some propped up by pillows, others lying motionless in their beds. One of the other ward sisters came towards her and told her that she was off to bed. Cecilia nodded and walked past the sister off to the ward sister’s office where she would get a clear view of the ward from there just in case there was any signs of trouble.
Tom walked quietly as he made his way through the hall trying not to disturb the other wounded soldiers . He could still see that his arm was still bleeding after the battle other day when he had been shot in the arm. He had been sent back with the other wounded soldiers although he had insisted it was a scratch , the commander refused to let him stay and fight. He walked over to the wards sisters office and asked a nurse.
"Any chance i can have this looked at? please ?" Tom said politely indicating at his bleeding arm.
Post by Cpl. Joe Claude on Sept 2, 2008 15:36:59 GMT
A voice was heard near the doorway of the ward and Cecilia looked up in to the eyes of a soldier. She looked down at his bleeding arm and nodded quickly. ”Of course.” her voice was barely a whisper, ”Come with me.” she said, leading him down the ward quietly towards a spare bed at the end, in the next bed, a man lay with a bandage around his waist. ”Please, sit.” Cecilia’s voice was clipped, very posh English, like she had been educated somewhere very proper. ”Right, let’s look at this arm.” she said, taking the man’s arm very carefully and unwrapping the bandaging that had been made very poorly, the wound was deep and had been bleeding and there was a bullet in the middle of the open flesh. Cecilia looked at it, and then looked up at the soldier. ”This will have to be treated in the morning, but for now I will wrap it up and give you some...medicine.” she said, taking off the whole of the sodden, bleeding bandage and quickly getting up, walking to the end of the ward and back again with a roll of bandages, sitting back down on the bed, she very carefully, took the man’s arm and placed the bandages around it. Once she had sourced it, she smiled and looked up at the soldier. ”Any better?” she asked, her eyes watched him carefully for any signs for distress.
Post by Cpl. Joe Claude on Sept 2, 2008 15:53:27 GMT
"Nice to meet you Tom, I'm Sister Tallis." Cecilia had been told not to tell her first name to any soldiers just in case they wanted something more than being looked after, she gave him a smile and patted his arm, "I'll get you some night things." she got up and walked over to the cupboard at the end of the ward, producing some night things and returned.
"Put these on quickly and then you can get into bed." she said as she pulled the screens around the bed shut.
Tom watched as the nurse left. In truth he was disappointed that he had to stay in the hospital he wanted to be out on the fronts with David, Hobbe and Ryan he enjoyed they're company. They would probably be drunk by now.
"Lucky buggers" Tom murmured to himself.
He wondered what his son James was doing no, probably playing with his dog William. They had named the dog after Toms daft uncle William the dog was as daft as a fiddle. He chuckled. Ever since the fusiliers had been disbanded they had been scouting for the divisions. He glanced at the nearest man.
"What AR you in for here then?"
"Bullet went straight threw me leg you?" the man replied
"Arm" Tom said
"Ahh" he heard the man say
"My names Tom whats yours?" Tom said casually
"John" he heard John reply
"So John what devision do you serve with then?"Tom said
"101 airborne devision" John said profoundly
"Wow thats a good devision.." Tom said
"Time you went to bed John" a nurse cut across
"Uhh well talk to you later Tom" John said as he went to sleep.
Post by Cpl. Joe Claude on Sept 18, 2008 18:57:22 GMT
Cecilia came back as quickly as she could, she could see the soldier was changed and smiled as she came closer. She glanced over at the other soldier in bed and then back to Tom. "You feeling alright Tom?" she asked as she set a glass of water on the table and then watched him to see how he reacted.