Post by lilian on Feb 16, 2008 22:56:33 GMT
OOC: This is going to take place BEFORE “Village Nightlife”
Lily was walking around the hospital, humming to herself as she did, carrying supplies from one room to another. She was learning to like the small French village that was removed from the conflict, for the time being. Things were relatively quiet except for the occasional cry of pain that ripped at her heart. The men were transported from the front lines to a quieter place, here, sometimes and she they were set to take care of them as best they could with the supplies they had. Thankfully they were never really low on anything and all of the nurses tried to retain sunny dispositions no matter what. Lily did that as best she could and smiled softly at one of the young fighters in a bed.
He had just showed up a week ago, shot through the leg, and it had been a bit of a fight, but he was recovering and he nodded to her, beat up, but still in good spirits. Her bright smile always seemed to impart something onto the troops and as she brought the syringes into one of the other rooms as well as some gauze in the same box. It was a wonderful small place, and although they lost a soldier every once and a while, the beds were seldom empty unless someone got sent back to fighting and death was rare, since they were so far off the front line.
However, they were due for some new soldiers, just because it had been a few days since the last batch had arrived and Lily was trying to stay close to the front of the building, ready to help where she was needed, and she hovered by the front door, sitting on the stairs periodically if she wasn’t doing anything better and then got called off to do something again. Currently though, she was seated on the stairs without much to do, pensively drawn into herself as well as waiting for that knock on the door or the sound of tires pulling up in front of the French building.
Lily was walking around the hospital, humming to herself as she did, carrying supplies from one room to another. She was learning to like the small French village that was removed from the conflict, for the time being. Things were relatively quiet except for the occasional cry of pain that ripped at her heart. The men were transported from the front lines to a quieter place, here, sometimes and she they were set to take care of them as best they could with the supplies they had. Thankfully they were never really low on anything and all of the nurses tried to retain sunny dispositions no matter what. Lily did that as best she could and smiled softly at one of the young fighters in a bed.
He had just showed up a week ago, shot through the leg, and it had been a bit of a fight, but he was recovering and he nodded to her, beat up, but still in good spirits. Her bright smile always seemed to impart something onto the troops and as she brought the syringes into one of the other rooms as well as some gauze in the same box. It was a wonderful small place, and although they lost a soldier every once and a while, the beds were seldom empty unless someone got sent back to fighting and death was rare, since they were so far off the front line.
However, they were due for some new soldiers, just because it had been a few days since the last batch had arrived and Lily was trying to stay close to the front of the building, ready to help where she was needed, and she hovered by the front door, sitting on the stairs periodically if she wasn’t doing anything better and then got called off to do something again. Currently though, she was seated on the stairs without much to do, pensively drawn into herself as well as waiting for that knock on the door or the sound of tires pulling up in front of the French building.