First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 1]

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Whether the class showed up all at the same time or trickled in one by one, it didn't matter. Once they walked through the Danger Shop doors, the mood changed drastically.

The room looked exactly like the Fandom High gym, only it was littered with cots full of injured people, people attending to them and curtained off areas for surgery. More and more people were being brought in and loaded onto cots. Every so often outside there was a thunderous boom and crash as if there were explosions going off outside. The building would rock from the vibrations and the lights would dim.

Hawkeye, dressed in scrubs, stalked towards them through the chaos.



"Welcome to First Aid. We'll skip the introductions because people are dying. You're lucky - these people aren't real and you won't recognize any faces. But tomorrow they could be, and for all you know, the person you're treating could be your roommate next week or sit next to you in Chemistry class next semester. Pick a patient, find out what's wrong with them, and give them a number: 0 for beyond help and I'd better not find any of you giving anyone a 0 today, 1 for those who need immediate attention, 2 for those who need medical attention as soon as there's an opening that's not an emergency, 3 for minor injuries that can wait. Tell your orderly the number.

Then you move on to the next patient. Then the next one and the next one. The building is going to shake, you won't know what's going on outside, you won't know what's happening to your friends and loved ones. Your job right now is to work out who needs the most help using only what you know." Hawkeye looked around at them, then waved them away. "Go."


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Triage

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Pick a cot and figure out what's wrong with your patient using only what you know. If you don't know anything, then you'll still have learned something today!

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[abitlegless.livejournal.com]

Hiccup moved as fast as he could, unsteady on his leg, the shaking of the building not doing anything to help his balance, and picked a cot at random.

"Hey buddy," he said, leaning over him. "You're going to be just fine. Don't worry." He had no idea if that was true, but, Hi there, I'm a student and this is my first day, so I have no idea what I'm doing, wasn't likely to inspire confidence.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

The man was shaking almost as much as the building was. He looked pale and his skin was cool and moist. The bandage on his side was almost soaked through with blood thanks to the gash in his side. "I'm not worried," he managed, sounding not so sure. "Piece of cake."

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[abitlegless.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye had said these people weren't real, but Hiccup didn't understand how they couldn't be. He didn't know magic, and he didn't know technology, at least not this sort. So he believed it, he really did, but he didn't feel it.

"I think we'll hold off on the cake for a little while," he said, managing a smile. "Maybe some soup, a little pudding." He looked the man over carefully, didn't react to the blood soaking through the bandage, touched the man's forehead. It wasn't the first time he'd seen injuries like this. "Maybe some toast. How do you feel? I know, stupid question, but tell me anyway."

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I'm cold," the man replied. "My side hurts and I don't feel so good." He tried to swallow, looking like he was pretty light-headed. "How about you?"

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[wrongkindofsith]

Cara crouched by the nearest cot, looking over the man lying there. "Where does it hurt?"

Great bedside manner there.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"My leg," the man breathed. His clothes were torn and bloody, but the wounds looked superficial. His leg, however, was at an angle that legs should not be at. "But they gave me some pain thingy on the way so it could all be in my head." He was pretty doped up.

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[wrongkindofsith]

After a cursory inspection, Cara ignored the flesh wounds, she'd inflicted worse in training sessions, the leg now...

"It's broken," she said, then added by way of reassurance. "You'll live." It might have been more comforting if she hadn't sounded vaguely bored, though.

She stood and nodded to the orderly before she moved onto the next causality. "2."

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Before the man had any chance to protest, there was someone else who needed Cara's attention. The boy was younger than Cara and was struggling to breathe. His chest wasn't so much a chest any more.

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex had a mun who was all A GLEE at using his scrubs icons some more found his way over to one of the patients, trying to keep any emotion off his face before leaning down and peering at his injuries.

"Where's it hurt the worst?" he asked, tone clipped to try and make sure the patient didn't freak out on him if he heard any other emotion in there.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"My back," the boy replied. He would've been around Alex's age and looked pretty beaten up and bruised. "A wall fell on me."

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I bet that hurt," Alex said sympathetically and glanced down but didn't make to move the patient. Benefit of some of those medical books in his room. He knew not to mess around with possible spinal cord injuries. "You feel your legs, kid? Wiggle your toes in your shoes? Anything like that?"

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," the boy nodded. "But it's tingly." He coughed a few times and moved to cover his mouth while he did, only to pull away with a few blotches of blood on his palm.

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[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Cassidy was shocked about the set up of the patients... and she didn't quite understand how someone could create illusions or shadows that seemed so real. She knew that her soothing spells probably wouldn't do anything, but it was in her nature to try as she approached the first patient closest to her.

"Hi, sweetheart," she said gently. "You're going to be all right, but I need you to tell me where it hurts the most."

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"My back," the girl, probably around 14, explained from where she was laying on her side. "Something exploded, the spray caught me in the back." Her back was peppered with wounds.

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[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Cassidy nodded. "We'll get someone to you and they'll get you taken care of." Her voice was soothing. She pulled the blanket to the front of the girl so she wouldn't touch her back and put a warming spell on it and what was left of her clothes. She looked at the orderly and bit her lip. The girl was wounded badly, but she wasn't sure if that warranted immediate or as soon as possible. She knew what she would do... but it wasn't her rules that she was supposed to go by.

"2," she said quietly to her orderly, but not looking happy about it.

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[life_inshadow]

Tara made her uncertain way over to a cot, on which a gray haired woman lay with her eyes closed. Gingerly, she surveyed the form to see if she could spot any blood.

"How are you feeling?" she asked softly, with a wan imitation of what was meant to be a comforting smile. She couldn't tell if the woman was awake or not.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I've felt better," the woman admitted, not opening her eyes. "Probably broken something. Damned invasions. My insurance premiums are enormous. Roof came down on me this time." She finally cracked a tired eye open. "Not much we can do."

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[life_inshadow]

"But we're here to help you," Tara said, resting a hand lightly on the woman's arm. "Where did the roof hit you?"

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[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

So Denise did not in fact have, like, full knowledge of all things medical. But she did own a lot of almanacs, and she did have kind of a passing interest in things related to scabs, and...

"So, on the downside, that arm looks like it's history. I give you eighty-twenty we're going to chop that baby off like a rotten tomato," she said, miming chopping before adding, "On the upside, that bruise on your noggin probably isn't a case of flesh-eating bacteria, so, y'know, in some way you're coming out ahead."

... no bedside manners whatsoever.

The orderly got a 'one', for what it was worth.

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[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda's face may look cold but there was a reassurance in her tone when she spoke to her first patient.

"What happened to you?"

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[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice chose the cot nearest to herself, and steeled herself that she might look calm.

"Can you tell me what happened?" she asked.

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"No," the boy admitted. "There was a loud noise and then I was here." His leg was mangled badly, but he didn't seem to be too bothered by it.

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[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"Presumably the two are connected," Alice said, offering him a quick smile. "Can you still feel your leg? I'm going to try touching it, but if anything should hurt, don't be shy about saying so."

She reached down, very very gently, to explore with her fingertips the exact shape of his leg, and how that related to how a leg was supposed to look.

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[she-sheds.livejournal.com]

What limited medical knowledge Joolushko had came from books. Books that didn't cover Human physiology because her end of the universe didn't even know Humans existed. Still, some things seemed fairly universal. Head wounds bleeding profusely was one of those somewhat universal truths.

The young man on the cot in front of her looked to have bled from his head wound a significant amount. But the bleeding looked to have at least slowed, in Joolushko's opinion. It wasn't gushing in any case, and after a few questions Joolushko decided he was fairly coherent, for a Human, and not likely to fall over dead in the immediate future. This one got a 2. Hopefully that was right.