Dopamin

[Rolf Jäger]

Location: A hospital in France
Current Time: Summer of 1943, 2PM in the afternoon.
Weather Conditions: A warm day, but with a few slivers of white clouds in the sky to block out the glare of the sun.

Rolf hated hospitals. He hated their white-washed walls, their coldly echoing corridors, the hideous smell of death that was covered only by the stinging stench of hydroxyethan, the cruel gleam of metal that reflected off the instruments that were most likely designed only to emphasize a person's agony, and then, the doctors and nurses with their tired expressions that only showed just how very deeply they must have hated their work. The worst thing about hospitals - at least for Rolf personally - was enduring the confinement within those forlorn walls and not being able to leave, not being able to do as he wished and to breathe fresh air simply because a person with a white coat and a bloated self of self-importance was telling him so.

The Luftwaffe officer was sat upon the edge of one of the two beds in the small hospital room, his grey eyes of sharpened still now carrying a curiously feverish gleam to them as he stared into nothingness. There was a dull, warm glow to his left arm and he knew it was not a very healthy feeling to have, yet he would have endured it rather than visiting the hospital, had it not been for his superior's command to seek medical aid. The Hauptmann's appearance was neat and orderly, with the blue Luftwaffe uniform clean and unwrinkled and the black riding boots shining with freshly polished perfection, yet the meticulously tended image was marred by his countenance paled by the fever and the slight stubble that covered his jaw. His peaked cap was resting upon the side table next to the bed and he fully intended to leave as soon as a doctor or a nurse had checked upon him and prescribed him something to fight the infection and fever with.

An Allied bullet had torn through the canopy of Rolf's fighter and caught him in the arm, the projectile only scraping along the skin and leaving a profusely bleeding wound in its wake. It had been a very lucky escape from a situation that could have turned quite deadly, but Rolf could no longer even find the mind to fully appreciate the fact, for the oppressing confines of the hospital were quickly draining him of any such positive thoughts. A field medic had bandaged the injury upon the Hauptmann's growling command and he had never quite considered the damage significant until the fever had struck him and Rolf realized that having left the wound so carelessly untended had brought him worse trouble than if he had made sure to get it properly seen to in the first place. He knew what Friederike would have said and his mind for a moment mused in the sharpness of her voice, just to feel its exhilarating sting, but then Rolf had made quite sure that she was not to find out about this latest predicament and that not even his wingman, Kronberg, could be the one blurting out something that should have been left unsaid. Still, it hardly changed the fact that he was there, endlessly waiting for someone from the busy hospital staff to enter the room and tell them that they had their hands full with much more severe cases to pay much mind to the Hauptmann's fever.

Looking as if he was awaiting for the judgment day itself, Rolf sat rigidly upon the edge of the neatly made bed, his hand holding on to the bandaged wound on the arm through the cloth of his uniform to stop the injury from pulsating with the beats of his heart, and his eyes settled into a blank stare aimed somewhere at the line of the floor and the white-washed wall of the lone hospital room without really seeing anything.

[Liesl Von Stauffenberg]

Liesl hopped out of one of the convoy trucks from the French German border. She clung tightly to her medical bag as she trotted over to the French hospital. She was sent by her superiors to a French hospital, apparently they needed more nurses. Liesl didn’t particularly like the fact she had to leave the field hospital since they were low in supplies let alone nurses and doctors. She frowned slightly pushing a strand of her dark brown hair from her face as she approached the entrance of the hospital. An officer was standing at attention in front of the door and opened the door for her effortlessly like a well-oiled machine. She gave him a slight nod as if to say thank you and continued through the door.

The hospital seemed rather packed with people, nurses and doctors ran around like headless chickens, carrying I.Vs and other medical equipment to attend to the ailing soldiers. Liesl stepped off to the side, trying not to get in their way, a few bumped into her occasionally as she tried to ask where the reception desk was. After a few minutes she finally got directions and headed off to the reception desk.
” Errmm ... Ich bin Liesl Von Stauffenberg ... Ich bin eine der Krankenschwestern siegesendet werden, da Sie über wenig Personal sind?” she said in a hesitant tone to the Nurse behind the desk.

The nurse paid no attention to her. Liesl frowned again, her soft pink lips puckered into a slight irritated pout, ” Ich komme aus dem Feldlazarett .. Mir wurde gesagt, um zu überprüfen, hier bei der Ankunft.” she said a bit more assertively.

The woman leaned over the desk scanning Liesl over. Her boots were covered in dry mud; uniform was splattered with dry blood, mixed with mud and dirt. Clearly, she was sent to them from a field hospital. The nurse sneered a little nodding, ” folgen Sie mir Fräulein” she said in a icy tone.

Liesl flinched a little following the nurse. The nurse toured her around the hospital, telling her where to get the medical equipment, clean linens, food, the hospital rooms and lastly the bunks where the nurses stayed. The nurse quickly went through a cabinet handing Liesl a new uniform.
” Ändern und aufräumen. Wir wollen euch nicht, dass Krankheitserreger auf denPatienten” she said bluntly, before turning out the door.

Liesl stood there quietly when the nurse left, Das ist gar nicht so schlecht… she thought. She sighed and changed into the new uniform she was handed. Within moments another nurse came storming into the room,
” Du, was machst du nur herumstehen?! Mit der Zeit erhalten Sie alle unsere Patienten bewegt wird tot sein! " said the nurse in an irritated voice.

Liesl flinched as the nurse strode towards her forcing a clipboard in her hands, ” Zum Zimmer 2D, da ist ein Patient dort mit einer Infektion und Fieber, um ihn zu besuchen! Schnell!”

Liesl nodded and rushed out the room, not bothering to slip on her nurses’ cap or tie her hair up. She had no time to change her shoes, and decided people won’t notice she’s using her dirt beaten shoes. She mused herself thinking people shouldn’t even care what she looked like, as long as she does her job right. She quickly grabbed some medical equipment such as: clean bandages, gauzes, some fever medication, antibiotics and rubbing alcohol. Neatly she place the items n the tray and continued to room 2D.
She glanced down at her clipboard when she came to room 2D, inhaling slowly she opened the door. The heavy door made a slight groan as it opened; she shivered a bit feeling the coldness of the room strike her face. The cold air couldn’t be considered pleasant…it was a more of an unsettling feeling as all hospitals have. She quickly brushed off the thought letting her teal-blue eyes shifted over to a man sitting on the hospital bed. She stood there awkwardly for a moment before actually taking a few hesitant steps towards him.
”Ah…guten tag…” she said in a quiet yet gentle voice, ” Tut mir leid, Sie habe warten lassen ...” a hidden smile wavered on her lips for a second waiting for his response.

Translation:

“Errmm…I’m Liesl Von Stauffenberg…I’m one of the nurses they sent because you’re low on staff?” she said in a hesitant tone to the Nurse behind the desk.

“I'm from the field hospital..I was told to check in here upon arrival.” she said a bit more assertively.

”Follow me Fraulein…” she said in a icy tone.

” Change and clean up. We don't want you spreading diseases to the patients.” she said bluntly, before turning out the door.

This isn’t so bad… she thought.

”You, what are you doing just standing around?! By the time you get moving all our patients will be dead!” said the nurse in an irritated voice.

Liesl flinched as the nurse strode towards her forcing a clipboard in her hands, “Go to room 2D, there’s a patient there with an infection and fever, attend to him! Fast!”

“Sorry to have kept you waiting...”

[Rolf Jäger]

An almost timid clunk from the door caught Rolf's attention and his gaze shot up, the steel-grey eyes already narrowing with displeasure even before he had actually seen the person entering the room. His time waiting within the despotic space with the smell of aseptics hanging to its silent walls had made him easily irritable and it did not help any that his head felt heavy and muddled with fever, or that he had spent his time feeling increasingly neglected by the staff when they should have been running in to attend to him. It would have only been correct for his rank and stature, and the fact that the doctors and nurses had overlooked such an obvious detail had made the annoyance and anger slowly simmer within his guts, his eyes narrowed and sharp when they caught first sight of the dark-haired female.

If there was a fact that was well known about the Hauptmann by his peers, it was that he generally was not the nicest person to be dealing with, and to even have such a word mentioned in the conjunction with his name was ridiculous at best. Rolf Jäger was not nice, or friendly, or amiable, but a man of sharp words and an unpredictable nature that might see him attacking others not only with words, but violence, as well. Right now his annoyance was mild compared to what it possibly might have been, the force of his fury dampened by his increasingly severe fever, but it still did not make him any less dangerous to confront. This was especially the case when Rolf saw the young nurse carefully stepping within the room and standing there indecisively, as if she had expected to find something else in the room and was baffled to find the lone officer sat upon the edge of the bed, and it was precisely her capricious appearance that made Rolf look upon her all the more provoked. He was a predator by nature and any signs of weakness simply made him act in the same way a starving wolf would act when chancing upon prey that was weak and injured, and already did his lips peel away from his teeth to form a half-snarl when she apologized for having him endure the long wait.

"Ließ mich warten? Das ist sehr gelinde gesagt!" the pilot snapped and the hoarse texture of his voice bounced unforgiving from the empty walls. "Man könnte sich fragen, wie auf der Erde alle Ihre Patienten am Leben zu bleiben, wenn Sie Ihren Patienten stundenlang warten zu halten, nur um jemanden Blick auf sie haben. Und ich habe für stunden gewartet. Für Stunden!" the man emphasized his point with a hoarse growl and he eyed her timid form almost hatefully, as if she personally was to blame for all of this. He knew she wasn't, yet he did not care. Rolf could not believe that they had sent a mere girl to attend to him - to him, a captain and a baron! - and she looked too young to appear professional enough to him. Of course, there was something positive to this side, as well, for she looked just the kind that could be easily intimidated to act according to his wishes.

The pilot pointed a finger at the unfortunate nurse and his facial muscles tightened into a grim mask, while his grey eyes blazed with cold and ruthless determination. "Komm hier, Mädchen," he told the dark-haired nurse in a low tone, his gaze locked upon her as if to prevent her from suddenly fleeing or opposing to his arrogant command. His eyes might have been glinting with fever, but it affected his feral appearance little and there was a stark military contrast to his voice when he nudged his head at her and repeated his blunt bark. "Hier!"

And he waited until she had taken steps closer to him, sat upon the bed as he still was, and when she was standing close-by, his gaze held her there and the words that followed were spoken in a hoarse and low tone, like a storm gathering its force and sending out its ominously rumbling warning. "Was Sie als nächstes tun wird, ist, einfach damit einverstanden, dass ich Fieber, verschreiben mir etwas Medizin, und stellen Sie sicher, dass ein Papier unterzeichnet ist zu zeigen, dass ich ins Krankenhaus gewesen, habe meine Bedingung geprüft, so dass ich es übergeben haben aus dem Kommandanten von meinem Geschwader und zurück zu meinen Aufgaben," Rolf's eyes flashed with an almost amused warning and he tilted his head to the side while the words found their way from his tongue, languid and dangerous like a snake coiled resting in the midst of tall grass.

"Sie wollen mich nicht, hier zu bleiben als Patient Denn glauben Sie mir,. Kann ich eine schreckliche geduldig zu sein In der Tat, ich kann Ihnen Leben zur Hölle machen," Rolf promised with a slow arch of his eyebrow and his gaze grew more intense to warn her off from any kind of contradicting comment, for certainly that could have only brought misery and affliction upon her.

"Also... ist die Sache geritzt?"


Translations:

"Kept me waiting? That is very mildly put!"

"One might wonder how on earth any of your patients stay alive when you keep your patients waiting for hours just to have anyone glance at them. And I have waited for hours. For hours!"

"Come here, girl. Here!"

"What you will do next is to simply agree that I have a fever, prescribe me some medicine, and then make sure that a paper is signed to show that I have been to the hospital to have my condition examined so that I can hand it out to the commander of my wing and get back to my duties."

"You do not want me to remain here as a patient. Because trust me; I can be a horrible patient. In fact, I can make your life a living hell."

"So... do we have a deal?"

[Liesl Von Stauffenberg]

Liesl’s shoulders shot up flinching at the harsh words from the soldier before her. She didn’t particularly like being barked at like some mangy animal. She scowled slightly, itching to shoot back a clever remark just to throw him off…or anger him more. In his current state he would merely stumble if he even tried to strike her but, reluctantly she held her tongue, knowing she was going to regret saying that in front of an officer. Though, she really wanted to say; Wer bist du um mich herum zu bestellen? Sobald Sie einen Fuß in dieses Krankenhaus Rang spielt keine Rolle mehr, und ich werde Sie als Patient zu behandeln. Und entscheiden, Wetter oder Ihr Zustand ist nicht gut genug für den Kampf. She couldn’t help but smile slightly at the thought.

She promptly regained a calm composure, setting her clipboard, the tray of gauze and other medical supplies on a table. She arched her eyebrow disapprovingly at his statement, she knew and he obviously knew he had a fever, but under these circumstances; Liesl wanted to make sure she was sending a healthy soldier back into battle. She frowned, recalling she had handled far worse people at the field hospital. He on the other hand was indifferent…though he slightly scared her. She scanned him over for a moment before pulling out a stethoscope from a pouch in her apron. When it came to patients, she knew they had to have the proper care; either way, she was going to ignore him, despite his warnings and rabid facial expressions. She softened her facial expression slightly, knowing she was going to treat him with the same amount of care and precision like any other patient that came into her care.

” Ich sehe dich wie das Bilden Angebote ... nein?" she mused with a softened smile, ”Wir werden sehen, nachdem ich eine schnelle Prüfung zu tun.” she replied, with softness in her voice. One thing Liesl hated was uncooperative patients…especially ones who thought she was just the dirt beneath their boots.

All she could do as of that moment was smile and do a quick examination on him, anything more, she figured he might just bite her head off...if he got the chance. In any case, he wasn’t going to be able to leave the room, let alone the hospital without her signing a release form. She figured she might as well take her time and diagnose him correctly before his conditions were to make a sudden turn for the worse.

”Ich muss nur an deinen Herzschlag hören.” she said in a gentle tone.

Her instincts kicked in right away, running several medical procedures through her mind as she checked his heart beat. She pressed the cold stethoscope against his chest, her eyebrows furrowed a bit, Ein bisschen schneller als ein normaler Herzschlag …, she thought. She sighed a bit, putting the stethoscope back into her pouch and looked around for a thermometer.
” Nicht nur haben dieses Krankenhaus sehr wenige Krankenschwestern ... sie können nicht einmal genügend Thermometer.” she muttered irritably to herself.

She hesitated for a moment, cringing at the fact she had to check the soldier’s temperature by hand. Strangely she thought he just might come out and bite her hand, like some rabid dog or animal. Though just the thought of it amused her, she frowned at herself for even thinking something like that. Gently she reached over and cupped his face. She carefully pressed the back of her palm against his cheek and forehead trying to determine his temperature without a thermometer. To the touch, his face felt almost as hot as the sun outside. He was warm, that she could tell. Her teal blue eyes were focused and alert looking for any signs of a sever fever. She scanned him, noticing his face was a bit flushed; and a bit dehydrated. She clicked her tongue a little before letting go of him. Walking over, she picked up the clipboard and jotted down some notes before moving the tray of medical supplies closer.

” Trinken Sie das, und ich werde einen Blick auf das von Ihnen Arm nehmen ...” she said handing him some fever medicine, ” Das sollte bringen Sie IhreFieber für heute .....” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. After handing him the small cup of fever medicine she picked up a syringe; filling it with antibiotics, ”Wer behandelt, dass Arm von Ihnen tat es nicht gut. Wenn Sie nicht wollen, dass eszu eitern und das Fieber zu verschlechtern,” she paused for a moment setting the syringe down on the tray, ”Aus nicht respektlos Sir ... ich schlage vor, Sie haben mich reinigen Sie es sorgfältig, bevor sie verschlechtert und müssen es amputiert.” she said, being careful with her choice of words as she laid out the clean gazes and bandages. She turned on her heel effortlessly walking over to a cabinet, pulling out some ointment for his wound. Before turning her attention back to the soldier she turned towards the door and called for a nurse to bring some hot water, salt and possibly more gauze.

Translation:

Who are you to order me around? Once you step foot in this hospital rank doesn’t matter anymore, and I will treat you as a patient. And decide weather or not your condition is well enough for battle.

”I see you like making deals…no?” she mused

”We’ll see after I do a quick examination.” she replied, with softness in her voice.

“I just need to listen to your heart beat.” she said in a gentle tone.

A bit faster than a normal heart beat… she thought.

”Not only does, this hospital have very few nurses…they can’t even provide enough thermometers.” she muttered irritably to herself.

“Drink this and I’ll take a look at that arm of yours…”she said handing him some fever medicine,”That should bring down your fever for now...”she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Whoever treated that arm of yours didn’t do it well. Unless you want it to fester and your fever to worsen,” she paused for a moment setting the syringe down on the tray,

”Out of no disrespect sir…I suggest you have me clean it properly before it worsens and have to be it amputated.”she said

[Rolf Jäger]

He could see the nurse flinching at his words and Rolf's eyes already lit up with a victorious gleam when he was certain that like all of her kind, she would step away and allow the Hauptmann to relish in as much growling arrogance as he chose to... yet the expression faded away when she wryly remarked that she was going to examine him all the same. Rolf's fingers curled into a violent fist and his eyes flashed with feral anger over her open audacity, and he wanted to slap her - he wanted for her to flee the room with tears in her eyes and leave him in peace! - but the nurse had already set down her medical tray upon the table and pulled out a stethoscope with no visible intention of departing. Rolf glared at her with open hostility, for he did not want to be examined and he had entered the hospital with a very clear and uncomplicated plan of getting some kind of prescription and a signed paper to show that he had done as his superior officer had asked, but now his plans were being thwarted by some silly slip of a girl who could not possibly know anything about medicine at such a young age to begin with!

And then she kept smiling as if she could not read the man's violent nature in the severe slant of his eyebrows and in the eyes that burned intense with hatred even through his fever; smiling, as if she found his defiance somehow amusing! If she had ever only known just what kind of dark deeds Rolf's savage mind was capable of, she would have turned tail and ran, yet here she was, telling him that she was going to listen to his heartbeat and appearing completely blind and deaf to his warnings.

Like a growling dog, Rolf flinched back from her presence when she pressed the stethoscope upon his chest, and even though he was wearing his tan dress shirt beneath the opened tunic of the uniform, the metal felt uncomfortably cold against his skin through the thin cloth. He made an effort to bring himself backwards and away from the nurse as much as possible, his sneer strengthening and his aching muscles twitching and contracting to the messages of his rapidly growing irritation. The pilot's grey eyes flashed hatefully at her when she held the device upon his chest and he resisted the temptation to rip away the instrument and throw it against the wall purely on the distant notion that such an action in a hospital - or that of attacking a nurse - could have hardly been beneficial to his already colourful record having to do with just such sudden outbursts of rabid anger. It took the pilot all of his effort to still his hand and when she finally moved away from him, he breathed out sharply, feeling somewhat relieved that he had not already struck her simply out of punishment for her open and blind insolence.

Rolf's disgruntled stare followed the nurse's every movement and when she, after a small moment of silent deliberation, moved closer to him once more and extended her hands towards him, the man shrunk back like a defensive and untamed canine. His eyes darkened and flared with a savage hatred that could have consumed anything thrown in his way, and it was not a hatred entirely personal but also one born out of his natural mistrust for other people and the discomfort over being touched. When her hands settled to test his temperature, his skin crawled with disgust over the contact that might have appeared uncomplicated and necessary to someone else, but which for Rolf was thoroughly invasive and uncomfortable, and his head turned to pry it away from her palms. "Lass deine Finger davon!" he warned the nurse with a hoarse and grating growl, and when she pulled her hands away from him, Rolf raised his own palms to rub his face from wherever her skin might have come to that brief contact with his own.

The shivers of revulsion were still running down his spine when the nurse settled into writing down some notes, and Rolf scrubbed his skin as if she had left behind some horribly infectious disease, his nerves slowly growing increasingly frazzled over being so grievously offended. He was not going to allow any further intrusions of his pride and privacy, and if she chose to insist, he would simply burst into a blind fit of rage! With a constant sneer and a warning growl did he eye the nurse as she handed him the medicine, and Rolf accepted it with the simple acknowledgement that the medicine alone would suffice and that he would be left out of the room afterwards. He narrowed his eyes as he gulped down the medicine and grimaced at it's unbecoming taste... but then the man's gaze settled on the syringe she placed upon the tray and his grey eyes widened. She was not going to poke the needle into his skin!

His eyes shot hastily back at the nurse when she suddenly started talking something about amputation and Rolf blinked at her words, slowly taking them in with the picture of his arm being sawed off, with blood streaming upon the floor and the grating sound of metal cutting through bone filling his world.... "Was!" the man barked with his eyes standing wide open and making him seem quite delirious with his feverish gaze. "Ich hätte wissen müssen, dass Sobald Sie in ein Krankenhaus gehen, wollen Menschen sind Sie bei Nadeln stechen und wollen alle Ihre Glieder amputieren haben! Ist das nicht was deine Art immer zu tun? Es ist wie eine verdrehte Spiel für Sie, nicht wahr? Und ich will es nicht haben, nein!" the man emphasized his words by throwing the small, empty cup that had held the fever medicine upon the floor, and the glass container shattered against the floor not too far away from the nurse as she had turned back from the door to return to him. Rolf's other hand shot up to hold the upper arm where the injury throbbed in that same, irritating manner along with his heartbeats, and the other one grasped at the lapels of his shirt in a protective gesture, for he was certainly not going to remove his shirt in her presence.

"Du willst nicht die Nadel in mich stecken," he warned the nurse with a savage gleam in his eyes and his voice was reduced to a hoarse, grating growl much resembling that of a starving predator stalking its prey in the grass. "Und Sie werden ganz sicher nicht so viel wie in meiner Nähe wieder kommen oder es wird Sie vielleicht, wer in der Not einiger sofortige ärztliche Hilfe, ich dir dies versprechen."

There was a gleam to his eyes that was not far from fevered insanity as he raised his chin upwards and looked down at her - despite the fact that he was still very much sitting on the edge of the hospital bed - as if to demonstrate to the nurse how little her opinion mattered to him. "Weißt du nicht, wer ich bin? Ich bin Rolf Freiherr von Jäger, Hauptmann der Luftwaffe und ein Baron, der Sohn eines angesehenen Richters! Und du bist nichts weiter als ein medizinisches Untergebener, ein Knirps von einem Bürgerlichen, die geschickt wurde, um teilzunehmen die mir nichts mehr aber ein Fehler leid, ich bin sicher. Einfach zustimmen die Papiere unterschrieben und Sie kann abgelassen werden mit weniger Ärger!" And the man strained his fever-wrecked frame to thwart any attempts of the nurse getting too close, while the veins upon his neck popped up and his eyes regarded her with an unbridled and ominous hostility.


Translations:

"Get your hands off me!"

"What! I should have known that the moment you to to a hospital, people are wanting to poke needles at you and wanting to amputate all of your limbs! Isn't that what your kind always do? It is like some twisted game to you, isn't it? And I will not have it, no!"

"You will not stick that needle into me."

"And you most certainly will not so much as come near me again or it will be you who will in the need of some immediate medical attention, I promise you this."

"Don't you know who I am? I am Rolf Freiherr von Jäger, Hauptmann of the Luftwaffe and a baron, the son of an esteemed judge! And you are nothing more but a medical underling, a runt of a commoner who was sent to attend to me by nothing more but a sorry mistake alone, I'm sure. Just agree to have the papers signed and you will be let off with less trouble!"

[Liesl Von Stauffenberg]

The corner of Liesl’s mouth twitched a bit, showing some of her irritation. Sure, this man still scared her, but calling her a commoner was another thing. A nurse came by quickly and handed her a bowl of warm water, extra gauzes and salt. Liesl nodded to the nurse as a silent thank you as she walked away. Now, Liesl knew why everyone refused to attend to this officer right away, he was horrible. She had a lot of patients like him in the field hospital and fought back at them with kindness. They eventually gave up and let her treat them…but, this Hauptmann was being rather difficult and he was running her patience. She quietly set the new supplies down on a table, and then took a few steps in front of him, but far enough so he won’t have a chance to hit her without taking a few steps forward. Her teal-blue eyes hardened into a glare, she was certainly not going to let him leave without any medical treatment done to his arm. She frowned, debating weather or not to talk back to him…but, knowing how this officer acted, he shouldn’t be far different from the ones she had to deal with. Most officers she’s encountered didn’t or merely liked the sight of her timid demure and fed off her fear and weakness. Though, when pushed or questioned about her medical performance, that’s when she had to draw the line.
Liesl stared at him for a moment merely, just standing there out of defiance or merely just to get her point across that no matter what he did, she wasn’t going to leave.

"Dann haben Sie offensichtlich keine Ahnung, wer ich bin Herr Hauptmann. Ich bin zwar jung, aber ich bin Sanitätsobergefreiter rangiert. Commoner oder nicht, ich habe hart genug zu bekommen, wo ich heute bin gearbeitet. Sir.” She remarked bluntly. Her confidence slowly building up, she quietly stuck her hand in her pouch feeling a sedate. She closed her fingers around the syringe incase the officer was going to come at her in blind fury.

"Also mein Herr, Sohn eines angesehenen Richters, Baron oder nicht ..., dass alle spielt keine Rolle, wenn Sie an der Schwelle des Todes sind. Wenn Sie nicht zulassen, dass mich zu behandeln, Sie, müssen Sie helfen dabei alle Aufgaben, die zwei Arme erfordert. ", she shot back, " Ab diesem Moment, so lange Sie noch in diesem Raum , du bist unter meiner Obhut, wenn Sie es nicht mögen ... sofern Sie keine andere Pflegekraft an Ihrem aktuellen Zustand, die bereit , um Sie richtig zu behandeln. ", She said firmly her eyes showing white hot fury, "Ich bin hier, um meine Arbeit gut und effizient zu erledigen ... das ist es, Ihre Wunden an und senden Sie zurück in die Schlacht, gutgenug, um das Vaterland unter dem Kommando Furhur zu schützen.”She gripped the syringe in her pouch tightly, bighting her lower lip. She refused to avert her gaze away from the officer, keeping her confident posture.

"Der einzige, der in der Lage, mich in diesem Raum überbieten möchte, ist dieCornell dieses Krankenhaus oder einer unserer großen furhur. Aber als derMoment, ich mache die Aufträge in diesem Raum. " She said in a firm tone.
Liesl backed up a little, having the feeling the officer was going to lash out at her at any second. She began mentally preparing herself, for at least a smack to the face for speaking to him like that. Though, she felt she had to take the upper hand in this situation or he might lose an arm. Even though he was rude, she still felt it was her obligation to help him, besides the fact she barely knew the man.
She knew she was going to get hit, one way or another, but she needed to get her point across to him. Using kindness against him, obviously did not work to what she expected. If she was stubborn...he was worse. The thought of him as a spoiled child etched into her brain like someone running their finger nails on a blackboard.
“Also, Herr Hauptmann ... aus nicht respektlos, du oder bist du nicht bereit, mit mirzusammenzuarbeiten? Wenn nicht, können Sie jemanden finden, der dieseVersion zu unterzeichnen, und erklären Sie Ihren Kommandanten, warum Sie nichttun konnte, wie eine einfache Aufgabe wie bei der Sie Ihre Arm überprüft, oder vielleicht, warum Sie Ihren Arm amputierten benötigt, weil man nicht wollte, dassdie richtige Pflege an erster Stelle. "

Translation:
(Sorry if the length is short...^^;; )

“Then clearly you have no idea who I am Herr Hauptmann. I may be young but I am ranked Sanitätsobergefreiter. Commoner or not, I’ve worked hard enough to get where I am today. Sir.”

“So sir, son of an esteemed judge, baron or not…that all doesn’t matter when you’re at death’s door. If you don’t let me treat you, you will need help doing any task that requires two arms.”She shot back, “As of this moment, as long as you are still in this very room, you are under my care, if you don’t like it…unless you can find another nurse at your current state who is willing to treat you correctly.” She said firmly her eyes showing white hot fury,“I’m here to do my job well and efficiently…which is to attend to your wounds and send you back into battle; well enough to protect the Fatherland under the Furhur’s command.”

“The only one who would be able to outrank me in this room is the Cornell of this hospital or our great furhur. But as of right now, I make the orders in this room.”

“So, Herr Hauptmann…out of no disrespect, are you or are you not willing to cooperate with me? If not you can find someone else to sign that release, and explain to your commander why you couldn’t do such a simple task as in getting your arm checked; or perhaps why you needed your arm amputed because you did not want proper care in the first place.”