A Little Bit Of Medicine

Title: A Little Bit of Medicine

Who: Alise, Humphries, Turner, Doyle

Summary: (Takes place after 3rd Battle of Polygon Wood) Turner and Doyle go get patched up after the battle.


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A fine example of a French town. The buildings are ancient, some dating from centuries ago, and very pretty, the architecture as beautiful as any town in this part of the world.

It doesn't look very peaceful though, as at least half of the population here seem to be military these days - mostly French and British, judging by the uniforms, but with a smattering of people from all four corners of the earth - Canucks rubbing shoulders with Kiwis, Senegalese sharpshooters marching past beturbaned Sikhs and Hindus and more besides.

It is currently dawn.

Sub-Rooms :

1. Hospital

Contents

Doyle

Turner - 1. Hospital

Alise - 1. Hospital

Humphries - 1. Hospital

West <W> East <E>

South <S> North <N>

Turner rides in on the back of a horse drawn cart, containing some of the wounded and interestingly enough a german prisoner. As the cart nears the hospital Turner hops off, keeping pressure on what looks to be a nasty bayonet wound in the left chest. Just shy of the lung this one is. He joins the triage, continuing to apply pressure and grimacing in pain.

«Game» Doyle moves into Hospital.

Humphries has recently arrived at the Hospital, with the sound of shelling in the distance and all, and he's washing his hands as the troopers arrive. He too is a Civilian doctor from the local hospital, but with his british background he's naturally volunteered to help the boys.

«Medic Code» Alise attempts first aid on Doyle but fails.

"Do you expect them to be bad off this time, Doctor?" Alise asks Humphries, as she, too, gets her hands washed up. She tries to maintain a stoic face about the whole thing, but she's plainly unused to bullet wounds and the other grisly after-effects of war. Once she's sanitized, she goes straight to the approaching cart to see to the first casualties. Turner, as it happens.

Doyle keeps silent and stares out into the dark countryside as he rides in on the same cart. The fabric of his uniform has blossomed in splotchy dark red shapes, mostly on his left side. Seems like he got stuck pretty good on his arm which is being held in a white knuckled grip. He joins Turner and mutters awkwardly, "Erm, thanks again, mate."

"Get this one prepped." Humphries says, indicating Turner, "I'll take a look at the other's dressings then I'll be in to attend him first." He says, gesturing Doyle should sit down, "Off with your shirt chap."

"No worries. You kept us all alives by keeping the trigger held.", Turner remarks aside to Doyle. "Bill Turner by the way." It's funny to think they hand't been properly introduced. As he speaks he grimaces more, the adrenaline clearly wearing off. As they start to get seen though he pipes down, giving Alise a cheeky grin. "You should see the other guy."

«Medic Code» Humphries heals 3 wound damage on Doyle's abdomen.

«Medic Code» Humphries attempts to use the Medicine skill on Doyle but fails.

Doyle suffers 1 wound damage to his left arm.

Alise smiles, very slight, at Turner's comment. Other guy, indeed. "You are a great hero, I am sure," she says. Her English is heavily-accented, but she speaks it decently enough. "Lay still. This may hurt." She's armed with bandages and antiseptic, and gets right to the task of cleaning his wounds. "Do you need something for the pain?"

Every slow movement Doyle makes is laced with a wince. Not only is he bleeding, but tossing around the Vickers at the Hun's head sure was a workout. He complies, pulling in air through his teeth in a hiss as the material peels off his fresh wounds. "Well?" He can't decide if he prefers just being knocked out before being treated, like last time, or being awake for the whole experience.

Turner sucks in a breath as Alise works on his wound, contorting in obvious pain as the afforementioned adrenaline all but evaporates. "Me? No … Jesus Mary and Joseph.", the man hisses. So much for putting on a brave show for Alise.

"Mmmn. Hmmmn." Humphries says as he begins checking out the trooper. He cleans out the gut wound with some alcohol, and procedes to stich it up a bit before he begins poking and prodding at the poor man's arm. "I think I'm going to want to operate on this arm to fix it right and proper…" He says.

A woman entering middle-age, perhaps forty years old, but still with an energy and spring in her step that girls half her age might envy. Only a few lines have etched their way onto her fair-skinned face - made from smiles and laughter - and her shoulder-length hair is still a rich chestnut brown, without a hint of gray. She is of average height and weight, with a face that is pleasant but unremarkable. The most arresting feature she possesses is her eyes. They are a deep gray, just a few shades too stormy for blue, and hold a look of intelligence and compassion, mixed with a wry humor and tendency to crinkle easily with a grin. Her accent marks her as a Belgian, born and raised by the fields of Flanders.

She's wearing a dress of plain gray wool. The skirt is long but not too cumbersome, as the dress is made to be worn for work rather than fashion. A thick white apron is tied across the front of it, to catch whatever manner of blood or other medical nastiness she has to handle and a pair of sensible brown shoes are worn on her feet. The sort of shoes one wears when they do a lot of walking and want to stay as comfortable as possible.

Alise arches a brow at Turner. No? But she manages a smile at the brave show, and lets him carry on, as they're not cutting into him yet. The cleaning of his wounds does sting, but she tries to be as quick about the process as possible. Whether she's used to bullets or not, she doesn't seem to mind blood at all. "You will be all right in due time, I think. It is not so bad as it feels, and our doctors will see well to you. Your name was…Bill, you said?"

The pronouncement - and pain from the alcohol - makes Doyle waver in place. Surely that doesn't help Humphries while sewing up the wound. "Operate?" Doyle's voice even breaks. His sorrowful gaze slides over to Alise and Turner. Why, oh why couldn't he have gotten the nurse instead of this guy? "Is that… really necessary?" There is no stiff upper lip in sight here.

"Survived worse than this - s'always the fixing that feels worse to begin.", Turner laments to Alise before he shrugs a bit. "Yeah. Bill Turner. Most call me Turner on account of there beign a dozen Wills and Bills." He looks over towards Doyle for a moment - a slight frown on his face. He knows a bit about limb wounds. Hopefully this doctor is good.

"Quite necessary." Humphries says matter of factly, "It'll be just fine lad, you'll be up and at 'em before you know it." He assures with a little nod of his head, "Nurse, this one is going to need to be prepped for surgery." He indicates Doyle, "I'll come take a look at that one now."

"I am Alise Ingels, Bill or Will Turner, and we are most grateful you are here," the nurse says, with another of those very slight smiles. She doesn't look up at his friend as she works on him, but she does say, "The doctor is most skilled. He will see to your comrade well. Do not worry over it."

Doyle glances at his shot-up arm, giving it a stink-eye, and he scowls. "Was doing just fine with the machine gun, me and Turner over there, until the Jerry git thought it funny to climb into our trench and have at us," he recounts. Maybe for the doctor's benefit, or just to rattle off the battle still fresh in his mind as a method of catharsis. He sniffs, proud suddenly. "But we knocked him out, we did, and took him prisoner. Should be a pleasant surprise for him, when he wakes up." He hears Alise's words, but he also knows that he doesn't have much of an option here.

"S'right.", Turner remarks with a nod aside to Doyle. "They'll save your arm, Doyle. Best machine gunning arm in the whole element." There's a grin there. Hopeful optimism - then another grimace as the pai nreturns.

«Medic Code» Humphries heals 2 wound damage on Turner's left chest.

Humphries moves on to Turner, doing a bit of work on the stabbed chest, cleaning and stitching it up fairly well, "Alright lads, you two stay in your beds and you'll be back on your feet before long, ready to fight the Hun and give him what for. If you need anything ask the nurses, or one of the doctors if they're about."

"You will be all right," Alise repeats to Turner, getting him settled as comfortably as possible, given the situation. She then moves on to the next patient. At the moment, there's always a 'next patient'.

"He's a crazy one," Doyle asides to Humphries after Turner's complement. Then, after the doctor gives them orders for bedrest, he gives a dejected nod. His arm doesn't seem to be faring any better at the moment, but maybe after the surgery…

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