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

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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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."

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."

"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?"

"Good, I'm good." Hiccup pulled a blanket up over the man. "You're going to be just fine. Just hang on, keep warm, and someone will be with you as soon as they can."

He turned to the orderly. "He's a 2," he said quietly, and moved on to the next cot.

This time there was a girl about Hiccup's age. She wasn't moving. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with caked blood and while she recognized that Hiccup had come near her, she didn't look like she was entirely aware of her surroundings.

Hiccup bit his lip, reminded himself that they weren't real, however that worked, and smiled at her anyway. "I'm Hiccup, which is a ridiculous name, guaranteed to keep away gnomes and trolls." While he talked, he checked her over carefully. "You can tell it's working because there aren't any with me."

She focused on him. "It's doing a good job," she admitted, but sounded vague and whispery. "I can't concentrate. Where am I?"

"You're safe," he promised. And he pulled another blanket over her, because, real or not, it was something he could do. "And you're going to be just fine, even if you don't feel so great right now, I promise."

He gave her another smile, as reasuring as he could make it, and stepped back. "She's a one," he told the orderly, and moved on to another person.

[OOC: And that's enough for me! TY!]

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

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