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 orderly nodded and waved over someone to get the kid moved. In the meantime, there was another cot to see and another patient to deal with. This time the patient was sitting up. "What does a guy have to do to get a little morphine around here? Codeine? Tylenol?"

"Ask nicely," Alex said dryly, moving closer to him. "Why do you need any of those? You look pretty okay to me. What's wrong?"

"Are you kidding me, man? I fought the law and the law won. Or something. Shit, I don't know what the saying is. I got tossed across the park trying to be a badass. Landed on my freaking shoulder and it's killing me."

"Yeah, sounds like trying might be the appropriate word there," Alex said, reaching for the affected shoulder to feel around (gently though, he wasn't cruel) and see if he could feel any deformity, at the very least.

"Shouldn't fight the law if you're not gonna win," Alex quipped. "Only makes you look like a twerp."

Despite being a jackass, the guy genuinely winced at any shoulder movement. It wasn't dislocated though, and that was something. "I can't get it up. That came out wrong. I can't get my arm up. It gets to about this far out," he tried to demonstrate, "and bam, doesn't move. Hurts too."

"Well, it doesn't look like it's gonna fall off," Alex told the guy, smirking a bit. "Stop moving it, all right? That's only gonna cause more damage and then you might really not be able to get it up."

No, that was a lie but maybe it'd stop the guy from moving his damn arm around.

Alex stood up and said, "This one's a three. Probably give him some aspirin and he can hang tough."

[And I'm good to go! Thank you!]

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

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